Duskfire Glacier [m] selfishly sealing your fate while you slept

heat thread — @Blackfell

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spring had come quicker than she anticipated. gjalla hated the way it crept under her coat, clung between her thighs, turned every shallow exhale into something needy. her body betrayed her long before she’d admit it. she'd been aching and slick in a shameful, senseless way she could never quite temper.

he wasn’t even near her yet, and she could feel it in her bones. gjalla was no whore—never—but her season made her into one. gjalla had always been proud. controlled. but this—this was not control.

her nest was disturbed over and over by restless pacing and fruitless attempts to cool the flush beneath her skin. gnashing her teeth against the want, against the tremble in her legs every time she thought she heard his approach.

a low, guttural snarl slipped from her chest as she shifted, tail flicking, restless and sharp. her heat had soured the den into something primal and cloying, and still she refused to call for him. she wouldn’t beg. she wouldn’t. but if he didn't come to her soon—well, perhaps her hand would be forced.