Page 43 of Wolves of the Golden Sun

Chapter12

Umm... fuck. Not now

Jonah’s scentis utterly intoxicating. I’ve got my nose buried in his chest as we cuddle in my corner, pulling him closer and closer until close just isn’t close enough.

I climb into his lap, and he slides his hands up my legs to my hips.

“You smell like melted caramel, Willa.”

I lean my head back. “Mmm, and you smell woodsy and delicious.”

With his earthy pine and wintry scent and my caramel notes, we almost had a Christmas candle going on.

Almost.

I just needed that dark coffee undernote from Rafe to make our scents feel whole.

But I don’t think about that now.

I push aside whatever he’s busy doing, whatever he’s spending his days and nights with that’s not me, and focus on Jonah.

I rip off my t-shirt and Jonah follows suit. “Fuck, I missed those gorgeous tits,” he rumbles, his eyes lighting up with flames.

I get to undoing his belt buckle as he unties my lounge pants. When we’ve shimmied out of our pants, I’m not shy about shimming against his already hard cock.

Jonah sucks in a sharp breath, and his eyes go wide. “Omega…”

I hardly hear him. I’m focused only on my body, and the pleasure my mate is about to bring me. “Mmm?”

“Omega, open your eyes,” he says.

I lean forward and raise my heavy lids for him.

“Shit. Fuck. Of all the fucking times…”

“What’s wrong?” I ask, still grinding against him, enjoying the friction against my swollen bits.

“Your eyes are totally blacked out, Omega. You’re tipping into a heat cycle, and I can’t do this alone.”

At that, my eyes fly open the rest of the way. “Yeah, that tracks. I’ve been extra tuned in to my senses the last day. You smell the best you ever—”

A cramp cuts my words off. I double over as my uterus tries to pound its way out of my body.

It’s the most intense cramp I’ve ever had, and I’ve dealt with multiple heat cycles without a mate, so I know pain.

Every bit of my undercarriage clenches with the cramp. Vag, butthole, even my lower abs decide to get in on the fun.

Tears well in my eyes as a noiseless wail hisses out of me. “Jonah,” I heave, scrambling to get his cock in me. “This is so much worse than any other time before.”

I meet his warm brown eyes, so full of sympathy. “It’s OK, sweet Omega. I’ll take care of you.” He grabs my hips and flips me over so I’m lying on the sofa. He’s got himself lined up with my entrance when another cramp has me grabbing the cushions and curling inward.

I spare the barest thought for the mess I’m about to make of my gorgeous, perfect sofa before begging for relief. “Jonah, please… I need…”

“Shh… baby. I know what you need.”

JONAH

I knowWilla’s been sharing everything up to now, but she’s really hurting, so if you don’t mind, I’ll take over for a spell.

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