Page 46 of The Thren's Fated

“I… don’t understand what’s happening.”

Screl planted another kiss on her neck, cooing in her ear as if he were trying to soothe her.

“What is there to understand? How do you feel?”

Lena inhaled sharply, her jaw clenched tight. She debated lying, but the truth trickled from her before she could stop it.

“I feel like I never want to leave your arms.”

“Then don’t.”

Her heart was racing, a deep thumping in her chest as sweat broke out on her brow. Lust? Fear? It was impossible to tell them apart, but when she tried to push out of his arms, Screl wouldn’t let her budge.

“Stop it! I don’t want your secretions or pheromones or whatever you’re injecting me with!”

Screl chuckled, his arms still circled firmly around her waist.

“Pheromones?”

She quickly gave up, understanding the futility of trying to fight off a Thren, the futility of the way her body craved his touch.

“Whatever is making me feel… completely foolish.”

“You think that is my doing?”

Now it was her turn to be taken aback.

“Of course, it’s you. It’s not me.”

Screl hummed softly.

“Maybe we are meant to be together.”

“What? Like soul mates?”

“Could be…”

Lena scoffed. This guy’s audacity truly knew no bounds.

“I don’t believe in that.”

“No? Why do humans have a phrase for it if they do not believe in it?”

“Some probably do. But clearly, it’s just the pheromones you’re giving me.”

Screl chuckled again, petting her so sweetly she felt the urge to purr like a cat.

“Ah. Your body craves a virile mate.”

With a roll of her eyes, she let out a huff of air, though it was growing increasingly difficult to stop the smile from pulling at her lips.

“Don’t say virile.”

Another deep laugh rumbled through the room, soothing her despite her best intentions.

“Embrace the relaxation, my pet. I have a surprise for you tomorrow.”

A sleepy smile finally broke out across her face, her eyelids heavy as she leaned back against him.