Kiss of Heat by Lora Leigh

erotic fury.
    She whimpered as she paced her bedroom; her flesh was almost electrified, overly sensitive and in need of his touch. She had removed her uniform earlier, showered and dressed in the soft, light cotton of one of the long gowns she preferred to wear. The tunic-style material fell to her feet, with long slits running to her knees and giving her freedom of movement.
    The bodice ghosted over her breasts, rasping her nipples gently as the small straps over her shoulders held it in place. Between her thighs, her juices dampened the small panties she wore, almost making them useless. Her pussy was so slick, so wet, she knew it would suck Kane’s cock to its very depths within seconds.
    She closed her eyes as she curled up on the couch in her sitting room, her head cushioned on the thick armrest, her thighs clamped together. Her breasts were tortured, hard curves of radiant heat that had her nipples nearly popping through the material of the dark gown.
    Her tongue was throbbing, swollen and every so often she could feel and taste the pulse of the hated hormone in her mouth. Spitting it out didn’t help; she had tried that before. There was nothing she could do but suffer through the nights and stay as far away from Kane as possible when it became so intense.
    She should have stayed away from him last night and run hard and fast this afternoon. The memory of his cock tunneling into her mouth, throbbing against her tongue, so hard and hot, had her biting back a moan of overwhelming hunger. She would have sucked him to completion if he hadn’t been so weak. She had been possessed, so hungry for the taste of his seed spilling into her mouth that she had lost her sanity. Instead, she had lost her control. She hadn’t been any stronger that afternoon.
    She hated this. She wrapped her arms across her breasts, drawing her body into a fetal position as she fought the need to go to him. He was her mate, her mind screamed out in protest of her denial. Go to him.
    She shook her head. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. The heat lasted a month for her; she had no idea how long it would affect Kane, what it would do to him. He had nearly died for her once. He put his life on the line for her family daily. She couldn’t face the potential that he would be hurt further, in ways she could not anticipate.
    Sitting up with a ragged groan she pushed her fingers through her damp hair and fought to push the thoughts of him out of her mind—the tanned contours of his muscular body, the thick length of his cock, his lips as they whispered over hers and his erection pushing inside her greedy pussy. His hands, holding her as he fucked her with hard, deep thrusts.
    “Oh hell…” She cursed her hunger as a short abrupt knock sounded at the door.
    Raising her head she watched in resignation as the door opened and Kane stepped inside. Her eyes widened in alarm as she stared at the scarred chest, then lower to the rippling muscles of his abdomen and the straining length of his erection tenting the sweat pants he wore. He closed the door, clicking the lock in place.
    “God, don’t do this to me.” She shook her head desperately as he pushed the gray pants over the straining flesh and down his powerful thighs.
    “Watch you suffer instead?” he asked her quietly.
    “Better me alone than both of us,” she whimpered. “Please, Kane.”
    “Take the gown off.” He advanced on her.
    She couldn’t breathe for the excitement. He looked savage, determined.
    “I can’t.” She trembled as he came to her, standing before her, his cock gleaming with the pre-come beading at the tip.
    Sherra licked her lips in hunger.
    “What eases the pain, Sherra?” he asked her. “What makes it better?”
    She shook her head. Nothing eased it, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the glistening, mushroom-shaped head of his cock.
    “Your mate’s semen eases it,” he told her softly. “Sexual release and my seed spilling inside you. I can give that to you,