Meria's heat made it impossible to keep track of time.
When it ended, it could have been days or even months, and Kerin would not know how long had passed.
But the feeling of having Meria in his arms made Kerin forget about the rest of the world and make him want to indulge in his omega.
The heat had finally broken about an hour ago, and Meria had slipped into a deep sleep.
The poor omega had his whole body bruised with possessive marks, and his stomach dented with the amount of spend stuffed in his womb.
It would be a miracle if Meria were not pregnant after everything that happened, and as arousing as that idea was, it was also dangerous.
Especially since Kerin had not broken his curse yet.
"What time is it? Huh? Where are we?"
Meria asked as he finally looked around the divine place without his heat aiding him.
