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Riever POV The weekend was the sweetest torture I’d ever endured. A heat cycle typically lasted only a few days, though we expected Miya’s to be a bit longer since it was her first. We broke the first of her parent's rules and spent the night Saturday in the hotel. Her stomach only settled enough to finish the one shake; she was sure she couldn't eat, and when I parted from her even for a moment, the heat became unbearable again. So I stayed, breathing in her sweet scent, holding her through her discomfort, and bringing her to climax when it got too unbearable. The urge to mate and mark her was so strong, it was a wonder I was able to resist it. Her perfume had worn off, and the scent of her was fantastic- even better, because now she smelled very much like me. But Sunday morning, the