CHAPTER 125
~Heidi's Point Of View~
Heidi isn't sure if her lungs still work.
Her chest rises and falls in uneven jerks. As she inhales, it tastes of sweat and musk, every exhale a half-swallowed groan she's too stubborn to let them hear. Her body feels like it's been dragged through fire and then drowned in raw and sticky honey with a pleasure that terrifies her almost as much as it satisfies her.
The twins are sprawled against her, heavy, damp with heat, both of them panting like wolves who've run down a deer after a relentless hunt. And maybe that's exactly what she's been to them tonight: prey. Except, prey doesn't choose to step into the wolves' jaws. Prey doesn't grit her teeth, bare her throat, and say, Fine, eat me, but I'll make you choke on every bite.
That's the only reason she let it happen. That's the only reason she'll allow herself to remember it without crumbling.
Heat. The damned, cursed heat.
