Kian's P. O. V
"Are you going through a heat now?"
Was that what this was? It didn't feel like my normal heat cycle, and I couldn't tell if it was because I didn't have Silas, or because of the kid I was carrying. My insides burned with a raging surge of lust and desire wafted into the erotic scent I exuded.
Davien's hands on my body was enough to make my nipples stand.
"I'm fine." I groaned and slapped his hand away, I was clearly not fine, but at the moment finding Olivia was more important. "Let's focus on the screen…"
"Kian, you're not fine." He sharply interrupted, seizing me by the wrist, forcing me to look at him. He had wiped the blood off his body and changed clothes, but the faint scent of blood still lingered on him, mixed with his maddening scent.
"Are you actually going through a heat cycle now?" He asked calmly, assessing my state with his discerning eyes, his gaze particularly glued to my neck.
