Lance looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms and let out a slow sigh. She was burning up again, and he knew that if it continued like this, she wouldn't last long enough to think clearly, let alone plan an escape as soon as her heat was over.
He needed to bring her some relief- enough to steady her, enough to help her mind stay her own. Without it, she'd be lost to the pull of instinct before dawn.
At the height her heat was climbing to, even the strongest fragrances and the thickest scent of flowers outside, wouldn't be enough to mask her lure. The rogues would catch her scent; and so would the others who hunted Omegas in heat like prey. It made his jaw tighten. He couldn't afford to let that happen.
