"Fluorescent, what are you doing? You are not yourself. You're in heat." Freur tried to push me away before I pressed myself against him, locking him in an embrace and fiercely sealing my kiss. Eventually, he sank to the ground with me in top of him.
"Shh," I whispered. "Stop fighting me." I put some pressure on his crotch and felt his member itching to burst free. His eyes rolled to the top of his head and he groaned. I watched him with wonder. Jesse was right after all. In this aspect of life, men were made to be fickle. Even if I was plain old Audeline Palmer, I could have had Freur this morning if Ara had half the galls Jesse had. Freur was completely at my mercy now, heady from inhaling too much of my scent. When I tried to resume our kids, he turned away so that my lips touched his jaw instead.
"Who are you?" He groggily demanded. With my hand in his jaw, I whipped his head back up so our gazes could jam. I lowered my forehead to his.
"I think you know who I am," I said.
