Tuss Marked Yuri

Yuri was a seasoned pro. In no time at all, she'd resolved the problem within Tuss's Sea of Consciousness. Opening her eyes, she was met with Tuss's sleeping face.

Before they slept, they'd lain side by side. Now, he was turned towards her.

A grin tugged at Yuri's lips. They always said that alphas were particularly clingy during their heat periods. Either holding their betas close while they slept or facing them — the stories weren't false, it seemed.

Adorable, she thought.

Tuss, in his sleep, made no attempt to suppress his pheromones. A faint, woody scent filled the entire vehicle, leaving no corner untouched. Yuri felt surrounded by his scent, as though embraced by him.

She didn't hate it. On the contrary, she found it comforting.

Her body temperature gradually rose until it stabilized at a little over 37 degrees Celsius. 

She was entering her own heat cycle, triggered by Tuss's pheromones.