Swiftcurrent Creek i'm only a fool for you

She realizes belatedly that he must already know she's in heat, marveling despite herself at his self-control. One might never realize his struggle — if he is, in fact, struggling. The thought sends another heated flush through her. Perhaps his self-control isn't extraordinary at all, and he simply does not find her attractive. For some reason, the idea bothers her.
She nods mutely to his offer, shifting uncomfortably. Each moment that passes in his presence muddles her thoughts further, and she's beginning to wonder if she even needs protection. She feels fine; better than she's ever felt, actually, aside the overwhelming need to be touched. And that's easy enough to resist, isn't it? She sucks in a breath, suddenly hyper-aware of Kavik's scent and how alluring it seems in this moment. Okay, maybe not.