(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
Lucas paced at the foot of my bed, his jaw clenched tight as he watched me writhe in agony. The heat inducer was ravaging my system, turning my blood to fire and my core into a pulsing, aching void that demanded to be filled.
“Matilda says there are only two options,” Lucas announced, his voice strained. “Either we wait it out, which could last up to twenty-four hours with this much pain, or…”
“Or what?” I gasped, clutching the sheets as another wave of burning need crashed through me.
Lucas looked at his brothers, then back to me. “Or we help you through it.”
“Help me,” I begged without hesitation. My pride was long gone, replaced by desperate, primal need. “Please, I can’t take this.”
“Are you sure?” Liam asked, his eyes filled with concern. “You’re not thinking clearly right now, Hazel.”
