[Your body is reacting to proximity. To having both mates close after days of separation and extreme bond stress.]
The heat intensified, spreading from her core outward, making her skin hypersensitive, making every brush of Roshan's hand on her arm feel like fire.
'No. No no no. Not NOW.'
[I don't think you get a choice! The mating instinct has been suppressed for WEEKS while you avoided the bond completion. Your body just went through extreme trauma. Nearly died. Now both mates are close, bonds are stabilizing, and your biology is basically screaming COMPLETE THE BOND NOW.]
"Faelyn?" Nyx's voice, concerned. "You're breathing too fast."
"I'm fine. Just—give me a second."
She wasn't fine.
The heat was getting worse, building with every step, every breath, every time one of them touched her to steady her over rough ground.
Her vision blurred slightly at the edges.
