Homestead Prt 6

I lift my hand and stop him midway, with a hand over his soft lips, and close my eyes tight while I try to regain some control and attempts to rationalize. Breathing in and out and slowly, counting to ten while praying my body calms down and saves me from my own weakness. Colton halts, sensing my change, and has the decency to sit still and not push me. I swear, if he did, I would lose and probably traumatize the doc with a vulgar display of porn in the infirmary. I honestly, for a second, thank the stars Colton doesn’t force my hand, even though his own need is almost overpowering me.

We clearly have the attraction, and every day the haze gets closer my own body will start to betray me, just like this. I turned this year, so this will be my first heat, and god, it’s going to kill me if this is anything to go by. Maybe this is that, creeping in, or maybe it’s just the downside to imprinting, so that when we get too intimate the need to screw gets right in ther