But at the same time, guilt pulled at the back of his mind; everyone else was already out working in the fields, and here he was, losing himself. Still, he couldn't just walk away like this, not when the fire in his veins refused to die down.
The indecision made Zion's gut churn, but his body seemed to know its own priority; his hand moved again, stroking his cock. Yet compared to Addison's pussy, his grip felt a little rough and unsatisfying, and the friction was threatening to leave him raw and blistered.
It wasn't enough. His other hand pressed against his forehead as he leaned back onto the bed, chest rising and falling heavily with ragged breaths.
Then, through the mindlink, Levi's voice suddenly broke in—hoarse, strained, and breathless. "Alpha Zion… I think I'm in trouble…"
Frustrated and already on edge, Zion almost snapped back at him, but managed to grind out, "What's wrong?"
"I think… I might… go into rut soon," Levi admitted, his voice thick with strain.
