Chase Shaw rarely used his pheromones to so bluntly express his state.
The first time was the day he marked Zoe Pierce, and the second time was now.
The ventilation system had long been turned off. With the windows closed, the only thing left running was the bathroom's exhaust fan.
The pheromones, which had been brewing for at least five minutes, might not have been evenly distributed throughout the room, but at least on the side facing the bathroom, they were more than enough to make Zoe Pierce flush with heat.
She tugged at her clothes and walked over to Chase Shaw in just a few steps.
"Chase Shaw... the pheromones are too strong..." The scent grew even more intense as she got closer to him.
She practically collapsed onto his lap.
Chase Shaw grunted in acknowledgment, taking her legs and parting them so she was straddling him.
Zoe Pierce's hands gripped him, and her pale calves instantly pressed against his T-shirt as she hooked her legs around his waist.
