Ivan
"Last one, Ivan," Peter tells me as he injects the last syringe into my backside.
"Is there a reason my arm wasn't good enough?" I grumble, keeping my face as neutral as possible. I secretly hate the pinch of needles.
"The butt is better. The serums are strong." No kidding, the last two had burned. This was the first time in my life I'd had to take the serum. I'd never had an issue with females in heat. Then again, those females hadn't been Nefra.
"How long does this thing last?"
"You're in luck. Three shots last you the year." He grins when I turn to face him. "You two might want to consider letting it hit next year."
"Why?"
"It's unhealthy to push it off too often. Heats are natural. They're part of being mates."
"I know that, but I haven't marked her yet."
"True, it's rare, but it happens. Besides, by next year, you will have marked her." He states it like a definite, and I grin.
