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Juta moans deliriously as another wave of heat spreads through him, sending a flush through his entire body.
It is the sight that greets Ruto when he returns from the meeting in the evening. It's been a month since the battle, and everything has returned to normalcy in the land.
His mate is in heat, his fae power had grown increasingly and his overripe scent is the delicious kind that sends warmth coiling in Ruto's guts, twisting into his groin and sending his blood feral.
Juta's musk has always sent him crazy, but in this sweet high concentration, Ruto's beast is experiencing a near rut.
His fingers curl into fists as he meets Juta's glassy gaze, his teeth grinding with the urge to claim.
The fireplace flickers weakly, casting shadows over Juta's sprawled form on the blankets.
His shirt hangs open to reveal sweat-slicked skin, one of his hands shoved between his trembling thighs.
