It's Only The Heat [TharnType 18+]

-05- 🌖 Don't Need Your Love

"Because I don't need your love. I just need you now."
~Dean Lewis, 'Need You Now'

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*Type's POV*

"We were paired together for a reason," Tharn insists in a soft voice. "Please, Type... please just give me a chance."

A low growl rumbles in my throat. How many times do I have to tell him this before he gets it through his thick skull? I will not be his mate. And if I have to beat that phrase into him, so be it. Tharn is my best friend, but I swear he can be more stubborn than me.

Throwing my arms out, I roughly shove Tharn. His back hits the wall, and before he can steady himself, I pin him back to the wall. I'm prepared to start yelling obscurities when I'm stopped by an overwhelming force.

A strong scent wafts from Tharn's skin and fills my nose. Instantly, I feel intoxicated, and my skin feels overheated. Are these his alpha pheromones? Whatever scent is rolling off of Tharn... it's enough to make me lean in closer.

A soft moan escapes Tharn's lips, and that's when I realize his pupils are blown and his face is flushed. He pulls me closer and buries his nose into my neck. Normally, I would've pushed him away, but his touch is driving my wolf absolutely insane.

My wolf.

My breath hitches at it finally clicks. We're hitting our heats.

Shit.

I press my hands against Tharn's chest with the intention of pushing him away, but my fingers involuntarily grab onto Tharn's shirt. Tharn's hands trail up my arms as he nuzzles his nose into my neck, and my mind begins to feel fuzzy.

Tharn's lips press against my throat and a soft moan slips out. It takes me a second to realize that sound came from my own mouth. His mouth leaves hot kisses against my throat, and I find myself tilting my head back to give him more access.

What am I doing?

I shouldn't want this.

I shouldn't...

Tharn's tongue darts out across my skin, making me gasp and tighten my grip on his shirt. Fuck, why does this feel so good? Does Tharn feel this good?

"Tharn..." I try to protest, but it comes out more like a breathy moan. I bite my lip from the pleasure of feeling Tharn's silky tongue caressing my warm skin.

My body is reacting in ways that I never thought would be possible with another guy. The front of my pants are embarrassingly tight, with my arousal straining against the confining material. I should stop this, right? I should...

All thoughts of stopping cease when I feel a pair of soft lips press against my own. My eyes widen briefly at the foreign feeling. Growing up, my parents always told me that I should save myself for my mate. Because of that, I have never been on a date, been kissed, and obviously I've never had sex. All of those were to be reserved for my mate.

My mate... Tharn...

Tharn moves his lips slowly against mine, and my eyes flutter shut. I let him take the lead as I have no idea how to do this. His lips are so incredibly soft, yet his movements are firm and passionate. I barely register the fact that he's rotating us until I feel my back pressed against the wall.

Tharn deepens the kiss as he presses me up against the wall. I feel his tongue against my bottom lip, and my already heated skin becomes even hotter. I'm surprised I haven't burst into flames right now. I part my lips, silently granting Tharn access to my mouth. His tongue finds mine, and another low moan resonates in my throat.