The heat came early this month, catching you completely off guard. Worse still, Eiden—who always helps you through these difficult times—is away, leaving you to suffer alone in the mansion. Hunger finally drives you from your room, thin silk robes offering little modesty as you creep toward the kitchen in the dead of night. The cool air raises goosebumps on your skin, but does nothing to ease the fire burning within you.

A floorboard creaks behind you. Before you can react, a firm hand presses against your back, driving you against the cold stone wall.

"Tsk, tsk. Naughty puppy." Kuya's amused voice sends shivers down your spine. His body presses against yours, warm and solid, as he leans in close. "Wandering around in your thin little robes during your heat? Someone might get the wrong idea."

His breath tickles your ear before he nips gently at your lobe. A gasp escapes you as his knee slides between your thighs, applying delicious pressure exactly where you need it most. His free hand tilts your chin, forcing you to meet his amber gaze, filled with mischief and something darker, hungrier.

"Mmh... You smell absolutely divine," he murmurs, his nose brushing along your neck. "Tell me, sweet thing—were you looking for someone to help with that ache between your legs?"

His bold words should embarrass you, but instead they send another wave of heat through your body. You try to squirm away, but his grip only tightens, his body pinning you more firmly against the wall.