Okay, first thing’s first. I need to put out all the fires at work, then I’ll deal with the overbearing Viking wolf brothers.
With an annoyed grunt, I start furiously typing a message back to Iggle. Only to stop when I realize there’s sweat dripping into my eyes.
What is up with the heating system right now? I think, as I mop my forehead with the back of my hand and take off my sweater. I know heat rises and I’m on the third floor, but they must be blasting the furnace downstairs. I’ve never been so uncomfortable. It feels like my entire body is swollen.
I open a new iMessage screen and type to Janelle: Would you mind turning down the heat? It’s getting really hot up here.
Short pause. Then a message pops up from Janelle: What do you mean? On third floor, hanging out with Tu and we’re fine.
What? How could they be comfortable in this heat? I peel off the vintage Mortal Kombat t-shirt I was wearing underneath the sweater, leaving myself in just my bra and leggings. But that still doesn’t help.
My body still feels overripe with heat and I sway a little, my head swimming in a sea of hot air.
Seriously? I barely manage to type back. It’s burning up in here.
This time the pause is much longer, and a weird pulsing starts in the back of my head. Not quite a headache. More like a heartbeat, located in the wrong place on my body, that seems to expand with every pulse.
iMessage dings.
Are you sure you’re okay?
No, I’m not okay. I stumble out of the chair and crawl back into bed, peeling off my leggings as I go. But even my bra and panties feel like sandpaper rubbing against my overheated skin. The fever is everywhere now, and it feels like the heartbeat sensation has taken over my entire body. No longer a pulse, but a powerful throbbing.
My whole body is throbbing. Throbbing so keenly and burning so hot, I can’t think about anything but the sensation.
Yeah, I must be sick. Obviously, I’ve come down with something nasty, which doesn’t make much sense because shifters don’t really get sick with common ailments like colds and flus. But what else could it be?
As if in answer to my question, I feel something begin to drip out of me. Wetting my thighs. Did I just pee myself!? I reach down. No, that is not pee. Dense, but thin. Liquid, but sticky. And pungent. What the hell?!
And the smell of it…spicy and hot…and completely overwhelming. Almost immediately, it fills up the entire room, bursting through the air like an air horn at a football game, and flooding the previously quiet space with its sudden noise.
That’s when the house erupts into a flurry of sound. Doors slamming open on the floors below. Feet running up and down steps. Voices yelling…something about getting down to the changing cages because the full moon’s coming up in a couple of days and they can’t risk changing in the middle of a heat frenzy.
Someone’s gone into the heat, I realize foggily. I wonder who…?
The ugly answer crashes down on me like an avalanche. Making my entire body go cold—right before what feels like a forest fire erupts inside my womb. Burning me up from the inside as my sex clenches hard, demanding to be filled.#p#分页标题#e#
See, this is what happens when you grow up sheltered in a household with mostly men and one heat-deficient woman and then proceed to spend most of your adult life inside your room. It takes you forever to realize what’s happening to your body, what’s thrown the entire kingdom house into chaos, is you.
I’m in heat. The three words blaze across my brain, seeming both impossible and certain. I’m in heat.
Then comes the strangest sound. Metal rattling against wood. Somebody is outside my locked door. Shaking the doorknob. Trying to get in.
“Oh God,” I whisper to myself, feeling like I’m drowning in a sea of foreign sensations.
The rattling comes to an abrupt stop…
And is then replaced with dark, heavy thuds. My stomach goes into free fall. Someone is out there, throwing his body against the door.
One more thud…two…and the door comes crashing open with a loud crack. It flies off its hinges and lands on the floor to reveal…a very huge and very naked Olafr. Now in human form.
All words freeze inside my throat at the sight of him. Big as a mountain, with a straining erection, so large it feels obscene to look at.
Yet, I can’t look away from it. Or him.
There is a moment. A moment in which I know what I need to say, but fail to say it.
No—that’s what I need to say right now.
But the fever is so overwhelming, soaking my naked body with sweat. And the throbbing. It’s gone from an air horn to a tornado siren, so deafening, I can’t hear anything over it.