AUTUMN’S POV

The heat was a living thing inside me, a coiled, desperate serpent of need tightening low in my belly. It had been building all day, a slow, agonizing burn that had me twisting in my sheets, my skin too sensitive for the softest silk. Every thought was fragmented, every sensation amplified into a raw, aching pulse between my legs. This is worse. So much worse than before. Mating with them had ignited something primal, and now my body was screaming for the only thing that could ...