Page 74 of Bliss & Her Idols

I burrow closer to the Alpha’s muscled chest, reassured by the hard feel of him.

I can almost smell him.

There’s something itching under my skin.

I’m shaking. My hands are clammy.

I whine, taking a desperate breath of Tor’s scent gland.

It’s wrong that he doesn’t smell of anything.

I need to know his scent.

Tor gently raises his arm to encircle me, before he pets my head.

All of a sudden, fever flares through me.

I’m burning up.

Something’s wrong.

Another wave of heat hits me, stronger than before.

Wait, this can’t be…it fucking can’t be my heat.

My heats are regular. I don’t have another one for two weeks.

I’d never have taken on this mission, if I had a chance of tipping into a heat in the middle of it.

Jin steps even closer to the edge of the stage.

This close, he’s no longer blinded by the lights. He can just see the three of us in the VIP section at the front.

When Jin catches sight of Tor with his arm around Cricket and me, he stumbles.

Hurriedly, Jin pulls on his cold mask again.

It’s strange because it’s like Jin is mimicking Tor’s look, or one of the men has echoed the other.

Do they truly know each other well enough that Jin has taken Tor’s energy as his signature look?

Somewhere at the back of my mind, the alarm is sounding again.

Since Tor writes Jin’s songs, it’s possible that they work together closely. But then, if they do, why is it shocking to Jin that the Alpha is here?

Plus, Tor told me that he lives in Ireland and has just flown from Dublin.

I try to steady my breathing but I can’t.

Please, fuck please, not now.

Not here in the middle of thousands of Alphas.

If I go into heat, then the entire mission is blown.

How can we rescue Jin?

Then my pussy gushes with wetness.

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