The door to the room kicked open wide with a kick from Xuan Han. He didn't slow down because he couldn't. Ling Yue's lotus pheromones were affecting him, invading his head and almost making him forget he was still in disguise.
The sweet smell filled his nostrils, immediately messing with his head and switching on his alpha instinct. His vision blurred, and his arms around Ling Yue shook terribly as he lay him on the bed.
"Why does your first heat have to happen now?" he gritted his teeth and buried his face into Ling Yue's neck as he inhaled him deeply.
His fangs elongated suddenly, and he balled his hands into fists, clenching tightly and struggling not to claim Ling Yue as his.
This was difficult for him.
"This is…" he bit the inside of his lower lip until he tasted blood.
