Mating Heat(2)

After forcing myself to stand and go into the bathroom, I stared at my reflection. My long strawberry blonde hair was a wild mess around my head, my cheeks were red from the heat moving through me, and I saw this glow come from me, this vitality. I inhaled deeply and scented the pheromones that I emitted, a sweet floral scent that reminded me of vanilla and hibiscus.

The scent was supposed to attract the males, make them unable to resist me.

But alpha males were known to have some pretty strong willpower, along with being dominating and possessive. If they didn’t want me, and were strong enough to resist, than that’s how it would work.

The one and only time I’d had sex had been this awkward thrust and retreat from a cougar shifter male. We’d both been seventeen, and he’d had an orgasm within the first five minutes. To say it had been a less than memorable experience would be an understatement.

After it was all said and done and we lay on his bed in his parents’ cabin, there had been this weird, uncomfortable silence that filled the room.

I pushed those thoughts and the past away and took a quick shower. Once I was out I dried off and put on clothes, but damn the material on my skin was uncomfortable. I’d prefer to be naked given how hot I was and how tight my skin was. But I couldn’t stay cooped up in the house, not when I’d drive myself crazy.

And right now I was desperate to find a male that would be willing to service me, even if it wasn’t the shifter I was totally in love with.

Once dressed I contemplated grabbing something to eat, but the very thought of food have my stomach cramping. And then another wave of heat hit me, and I grabbed onto the edge of the kitchen counter for support. Breathing though the pleasure and discomfort, I waited for it to pass and finally pushed away to walk toward the front door.

And if I couldn’t find a male I’d just run. I’d shift and take to the woods, not stopping until I couldn’t even walk straight.

I stepped outside and was instantly got assaulted by the sights, smells, and sounds of my community. I curled my fingers around the banister of my porch as the most intoxicating and potent aroma hit me. Instantly more wetness spilled from between my thighs, and my nipples started throbbing, as if my pulse was stationed there.

And then I smelled them, the two males I’d been lusting after for longer than I could even remember.

I stumbled back and cloaked myself in the shadows that crossed over my porch from the evergreens and pines surrounding me.

But the issue with Chase and Xavier, and the rumors I’d heard, but was too chicken to actually ask them, was that they wanted to mate the same female.

Maybe that’s why they had shown no interest in any one female aside from the ones they fucked? And if those rumors were true I was seriously shit out of luck in having them be with me during the mating heat.

I felt something stronger for them than just a physical pull, a sexual need. What I desired in them was companionship, as well, the connection shifters had with the ones they desired the most. My need for the two bear shifters went bone deep, but I knew I wasn’t their mate. If I was they would have claimed me by now.

Right?

And as I watched them walking by my cabin, the community we lived in tight-knit, enclosed in the protection of the woods, I noticed when they scented me.

When they scented my heat.

The shadows couldn’t hide me from them, least of all any male within smelling distance. My pheromones were too strong, too intense.

Another wave of heat hit me, and I placed my palms behind me, flat on the cool wood. I started to sweat, started to feel that pulse settle in my pussy, as if the same thing knew there were two virile males just feet from me.

And when they stopped I knew they could smell me. I knew that the mediocre darkness that shielded me was a poor escape from their highly trained and acute senses. The two men that I desperately wanted—even more now that my arousal was uncontrollable—tilted their heads back and inhaled deeply. I held my breath, not sure what to say or do.

Their rank in our community was high, their stations that of security as they protected us from the outside world, the ones that would hurt us if they could.

And then I saw their heads turning in my direction. My emotions and fear of what I wanted—them—had me acting like a scared wolf with her tail between her legs.

I breathed out once more. I needed to show a semblance of control, a small modicum of strength. I didn’t want to be one of those females that couldn’t even keep her shit together.

If they want me, let them have me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my back fully pressed to the front door. Maybe they would want me, unable to resist me in my heat, but the thing was I wanted them to want me for me, not because I was letting off some intense pheromones they may not be able to resist.