Adeline’s POV
The night stretched endless, and with it came the fire.
I had thought I could fight it…bite down, bury myself beneath the quilt, wait for it to pass like a fever. But rut doesn’t pass. It doesn’t forgive. It eats you alive from the inside, scorching every nerve until all you are is ache and need.
My thighs clenched, my hips grinding against the sheets before I could stop them. The wetness between my legs clung, hot and humiliating, soaking through the thin linen. I shoved a hand down, desperate, my fingers parting my folds, rubbing furiously against my swollen c**t. Relief should have come fast, hard, shattering. Instead, every circle only sharpened the ache, every press making the hunger worse. My body bucked into my own hand, chasing what it refused to give me.
A sob ri
