Misha
She had another bout of heat and Declan had been let into her suite to mate her through it. He’d walked in completely naked and with a half-smile on his face, “Round two Mish.” He’d managed to get out before the scent of her heat had consumed him and his beast and he’d been on her; she’d not fought it at all.
Didn’t even want to. She could recall the previous bout and how much pleasure she’d derived from it and him being Alpha-blooded and giving her all he had. She was created to be able to handle an Alpha and his needs. It seemed she could also handle a pure-blooded Alpha as well.
She’d known this bout would be no different to the last one, he’d be all primal consumed by her heat, as would she and they’d both want to have their own way and kind of battle a little for control, li
