Zeran sucked in a breath when Lethia, without a single complaint, lay down on her side—facing him.
The last time he had helped her manage her heat while she slept, he had only dared to back hug her. That had been safe.
But the last time they'd been face to face like this… he'd ended up stroking himself alone, desperate and aching.
This position was dangerous.
Still, he could feel the pull from the baby, the urgent need for pheromone bonding. Her boldness, wearing that sheer sleepwear and lying like that, told him she was just as desperate.
'Isn't she still mad I left her last night?' he wondered.
"What are you waiting for? Didn't you say we were sleeping?" Lethia huffed.
'Does he feel it too? Right, will he resist me again tonight?'
Zeran tried to remain calm as he shifted onto his side, finally facing her.
But the moment their eyes met, he froze. There it was again—that lingering look. Lethia stared at him like she was bewitched, as if she had lost all control.
