Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 72: The Heat

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"What? Heat? What’s that? Did you do something to me? You barbarian," Cassandra seethed out. She had no clue how female shifters usually went into heat after being marked so they could bond with their partners, intimately.

Physically

Mentally

Emotionally

Spiritually

Since Cassandra was human, they had anticipated that she wouldn’t go through the same changes and that heat wouldn’t be caused.

Seemed like they were wrong.

Siroos had no clue how to explain the whole heat cycle to his mate, who was barely holding on. Her whole body was drenched in sweat and her light pink gown clung to her body like a wet sheet.

He was thankful she didn’t have claws or she would have scratched his eyes out and left marks on his whole body. Her hand was clutching his shoulder in a grip he had never seen her use before. She was scantily holding onto her sanity.

"It’s a shifter thing, Malakti. I don’t have time to explain right now. Just trust me," Siroos almost begged, trying not to breathe in her irresistibly delectable scent.

"Trust you? Someone who had his poker shoved into so many women before me. Who is a habitual liar and a killer? I think I will pass on the trust thing." She pushed him away, taking a step back.

Siroos’s own brain was being slammed with this amalgamation of pheromones, sweat and scent her body was producing. It was becoming quite laborious with every passing second to resist her and that mouth of hers was not helping.

The urge to claim it had been on the forefront now, every other thought had faded into oblivion.

His hand extended, and it wrapped around her slender, glistening neck, coated with her intoxicating-smelling sweat. Siroos applied just the right amount of pressure and artfully drew her in until her heated-up body collided with his starved one again.

Cassandra let out a frustrated whimper. Why did his hands feel so heavenly on her neck? He wasn’t choking her, just applying a subtle iota of pressure to release those delicious pheromones. To maximise the pleasure he was about to provide.

His lips hovered just above Cassandra’s as he asserted in that deeply smoky voice of his and their breaths mingled.

"Enough talking. Did that wimp ex-fiancé of yours ever kiss you?"

There was a blinding rush inside her as chills skidded down her spine and her knees shook violently. Why was he mentioning Razial?

"Why?" Cassandra whimpered under his hold, she could count his eyelashes and see the very veins inside his eyes from this proximity.

"Just answer the question for my sanity and yours as well. I can’t hold on much longer," he grunted frustratedly.

"No," Cassandra rasped, her body betraying her to the fullest. A few more seconds and she would burst into flames like a phoenix.

The nail of Siroos’s thumb angled her chin just to the correct angle so his needy lips could devour hers properly. The pink in her cheeks had spread to her whole face and ears.

"Good. Then I will show you how it feels to be kissed by a man, a man who is your mate and quench this thirst that’s blinding you," he spoke so sensually that Cassandra forgot to breathe.

The seconds that followed were the time she was supposed to push him away. Instead, her body drew further in, and her tongue darted out just to wet her lower lip.

Siroos swooped in and claimed her parched lips with his starved ones. Cassandra audibly gasped and a shudder went through her entire body. Her shaking knees gave away and she hung limply in his hold as his other hand snaked behind her waist and shackled her whole frame to his sturdy one.

The softness of them so leisurely moulded with hers. His taste, like that of the finest wine, was something she had never tasted before. It was mind-numbingly addictive.

His coarse tongue slowly slipped inside her mouth. She let him invade and plunder the hidden treasures, soft and hard. It tasted everything, ravenously.

She was sweet, sweeter than he had imagined. Just like that fruit from Asara trees and he wished to suck and own this honeyed mouth of hers without stopping.

Just like he had always wanted, he devoured her pretty lips like the barbarian that he was. There was no mercy and she accepted every emotion by not pushing him away even for once. Her nails dug into his hard shoulders and she held onto him, feeling alive like thunder. The way she had never felt before.

His hand slithered down to her soft buns and he squeezed them, bringing her closer and rubbing his painfully strained poker on her wet inner folds.

She shamelessly moaned inside his mouth for feeling was delirious and she didn’t wish for this to stop. Every other thought had disappeared from her brain, she wanted this heat between her legs to be sated at every cost.

Siroos effortlessly picked her up, wrapping her thighs around his toned torso without breaking their greedy kiss.

He carried her to her bedding and both of them crashed down on it with him on top.

Her toes curled when his cock twitched and he dry-humped her through her wet clothes while plunging his tongue deep into her throat.

Her back deliciously arched as Siroos collected Cassandra’s hands and pinned them above her head. Their kiss broke, and lips parted, and Cassandra almost viscerally snarled at the severed connection with her mate.

Siroos dubiously smirked seeing her reaction and flushed face.

"That’s my sweet little mate who is not as sweet as she looks...she is feisty. Don’t worry, I am going to remove this stupid wet dress and worship every inch of your skin like you deserve."

His hand turned into a white claw, the wolf inside of him was howling so loudly that he had to put him on a leash.

"What about the curse?" Cassandra wondered out aloud, seeing him place the extended claw in the middle of her chest, about to rip open her dress.

"Don’t worry, Malakti. I can pleasure my mate in other ways. I won’t leave you starved, you will be sated beyond your imagination."

With these words, Siroos ripped open her dress and shredded it off her beautiful body, revealing every inch of it to his ravenous eyes.

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