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I comply, slipping my hand beneath the lace,circling my entrance before pushing two fingers inside. Heat pools lower in my belly, sharper than usual, almost cramp-like beneath the pleasure. A faint sheen of sweat prickles my skin, though the room isn’t warm.
“Tell me how it feels,” Sebastian prompts, his breathing audible through the phone.
“Tight,” I gasp as my fingers sink deeper. “Your fingers feel so good.”
Sebastian’s breath catches. “Move them in and out. Slowly.”
I follow his direction, establishing a gentle rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure up my spine. My free hand clutches the phone tighter, bringing him closer.
With his rumbling baritone in my ear, my body warms, and the glide of my fingers becomes easier as my natural slick adds to the sticky lube.
“Now add my cock,” Sebastian directs after several minutes. “Go slowly. Listen to your body.”
The cool silicone notches at my entrance, slick with lube. I inhale deeply, focusing on relaxation as I begin to push it inside. The stretch burns in a different way than usual, needier, almost too easy. My body clenches around the silicone, greedier for more than just a toy.
“It’s in,” I breathe once the base rests flush against my ass. “God, Sebastian, you’re so big.”
“Move it,” he instructs, strained with desire. “Imagine me thrusting inside you.”
My hand obeys, pulse racing faster than it should from such a slow rhythm, heat crawling across my chest like fever under my skin.
Sebastian guides me through it, encouraging and appreciative, until we both find release seconds apart, proving distance doesn’t matter when we have determination on our side.
Satisfaction floods me, but underneath it hums a restlessness. The flush from my exertion doesn’t fade, and I’m too keyed up for the exhaustion dragging at my limbs.
As we catch our breath, Sebastian rumbles, “I wish I was there with you.”
A shiver runs through me, and I reach for my dick again, despite the oversensitivity. I eye the box before facing the camera. “Are you sure you can’t come over? We can test out the next size up.”
His chuckle warms me through the phone. “Patience. Keep stretching your sweet ass, and the weekend will be here before you know it.”
Heat yanks me from sleep.
My eyes fly open to darkness, heart hammering as my skin burns from the inside out. The sheets, twisted around my legs, are scratchy as sandpaper, and I kick them away with a gasp. This can’t be happening. Not now.
Not yet.
I curl onto my side, a whimper escaping as slick trickles down my inner thighs, my body preparing itself before I’m ready. The clock on my nightstand reads three seventeen in the morning, the red digits blurring as another wave of fever washes over me. My Heat has arrived days early, my body betraying my careful planning.
“No, no, no,” I whisper into the darkness, my fingers curling into the mattress as cramps ripple through my abdomen.
The signs were all there earlier, the fever beneath my skin, the restlessness, the way my body was producing more slick in preparation for my Alpha. But I stupidly chalked it up to excitement over my call with Sebastian.
I hadn’t bought a new pack of suppressants since Sebastian would be spending the weekend with me, after clearing his work schedule. I didn’t think I’d need the life-saving blue and red pills this month.
Phone. I need my phone.
The nightstand feels miles away as I stretch a trembling arm toward it, knocking over a glass of water in the process. Cold liquid splashes across my overheated skin, and I hiss with discomfort. My fingers close around the device, then almost drop it twice before I manage to swipe the button to unlock it.
The light sears my dilated pupils, and I squint into the glare.
Sebastian’s contact information swims across the screen, the letters rearranging themselves as another wave of need crashes through me. I drop the phone and curl into myself as slick pools beneath my hips, soaking through my thin cotton boxers.
Try again. Focus.
I struggle to lift my phone, thumbs sliding across the screen, missing the call button twice before connecting. Each ring stretches into eternity, my breath coming in shallow pants, skin prickling with sweat.
“Micah?” Sebastian’s sleep-roughened voice sends another wave of need through me. “It’s the middle of the night. Is everything?—”
