Hot.
It was hot everywhere.
The soft body leaning against him was hot, the exhale fanning across his neck was hot, and even the air he breathed in was scorching hot. The oppressive heat within him continued to rise, melting his brain into a sticky paste, transforming him into a beast driven solely by instinct. He could not think— not anymore. The center of his vision was fixated upon the fragile and flushed patch of skin behind his mate's neck.
Mate, his heart stirred with that word alone. Every fiber in his body buzzed in excitement and anticipation as he lowered his head. "Xiao Ze… Mu Yuze…" he uttered the boy's name again and again, his voice wavered between a plea and a growl, as though he could not decide whether he wanted to worship or ruin the person in his arms. Even then, he still leaned closer, his lips parting in quick puffs of breath.
