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"Seventy-four divided by two?"
"Thirty-seven. C'mon, Jake." Conner took one step up the stairs.
"Wait." I held one hand up. At this point I was pretty convinced that Conner was all right, because no one in heat could do math--and my friend wasn't particularly fond of it even when his brain was working unhindered--but I still had one more question to ask him. "What's fifty times two?"
"That's a hundred."
"Nope." I grinned at him when looked confused. "It's the minimum amount of times I want to kiss you right now."
Conner laughed. "You're impossible."
"It's been said." I smiled as if my heart wasn't thumping twice as fast as it usually did.
Conner climbed another step up. "Will you let me come in?"
I reached out, offering him my hand, and he took it.
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Conner
I'd been right in my assessment. The moment Jake closed the door behind us and his arms went around me and his scent flooded my nose, my body reacted.
One day in science class, our teacher had lit a sample of magnesium on fire, which resulted in a sparkling spectacle almost too bright to look at directly. Our teacher told us that this was how fireworks were made.
When Jake kissed me that day, I felt like I was magnesium, and he was a burning match. Just a stroke of his tongue, that was all it took to ignite my nerves.
But that was okay.
I'd chosen this. I wanted to be with him, I wanted to give this to him. The only time I'd ever enjoyed my heats was when I could share them with the alpha I loved, and I'd gone far too long without being able to do that.
"You okay?" Jake asked, his mouth so close to my ear his warm breath stirred my hair.
"I'm more than okay," I managed to say. "You promised me some kisses."
"I did." Jake started by kissing my ear, and then slowly, way too slowly, he worked his way down to my jaw, then my neck and to the line of my collar. "C'mon," he said. My hand was still in his and he tugged on it to lead me away from the front door.
"Bedroom?" I asked, not even trying to mask my desire for him.
"Yup. I keep my condoms there." It was good that at least one of us was thinking straight, although I could tell that it was getting more difficult for him too. The pheromones I was exuding while in heat affected him too.
Once the bedroom door closed behind us, we started taking each other's clothes off. Slowly at first, then more quickly as we grew frantic, spurred on by the pheromones in the air--and not only the pheromones.
We'd both missed this.
It had been too long. Way too long. I couldn't help but think back to the first time I'd explored every inch of Jake's body, all those years ago as we'd fumbled our way through my first heat. I thought back to how I'd learned what felt good. For me and for Jake. And as far as my alpha was concerned, not much had changed in the time in between.
When I pushed Jake, now naked, down on the bed and applied my tongue to spots of his skin that had been sensitive to my touch before--the side of his neck, his belly button, the crease of his thigh--I found that he still reacted the exact same way he always had, his breath leaving him in a rush, making a sound that wasn't quite a moan, but just close enough that I wanted to do more, egg him on further.
Jake let me, too. He'd always been happy to let me take charge, at least for a while. It was how we had started out. For all his strong alpha genes, those first couple of times, Jake had seemed insecure when it came to questions of where and how to touch me.
I, on the other hand, had just pressed ahead, even when my brain wasn't being fueled by heat hormones the way it was now.
When my lips reached Jake's side, though, I paused. There was something there I hadn't seen before. Black and grey ink. A tattoo.
When had Jake gotten tattooed?
It was beautiful. The silhouette of a howling wolf.
