“Bastian?” I cried. Then, more surprisingly, “Torin?”
I half covered my face to avoid seeing anything past their chests, though it was a bit late for that. The two stopped. I cleared my throat as the two disentangled and haphazardly threw their clothes back on.
The two newly-clothed gryphons in human form in front of me were breathing heavily and their faces were flushed. Sweat dripped down Bastian’s temple, and both their eyes were glazed with lust.
Should I have felt a bit guilty for walking in on two people having sex? Maybe. But this was seriously an unusual circumstance.
“Sorry,” I said quickly, “but I know that scent. I know it’s a heat scent. I had to know what was going on.”
“Matheson!” Bastian cried. “You were right! My body, it took on all the signs you described!”
“What?”
“My temperature spiked, like a fever, and then I got sweaty and…” He hesitated. “Lustful.”
“And then I went crazy,” Torin muttered, looking even more bashful than Bastian did about getting caught. “His scent was just irresistible. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life. And then, he begged me to…”
Torin trailed off, but he didn’t need to continue. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Bastian begged Torin to fuck him.
My eyes widened. This wasn’t some kind of trick. Bastian was really, truly in heat.
But that meant…
“Wait a second,” I murmured. “That’s only possible if you’re an omega.”
Torin blinked in confusion. “But he can’t be,” he said, but the words sounded weak. I didn’t think he believed them.
Beside me, Neil was whining again, wanting to get closer the heat scent. I growled and pushed him back. “You stay here.”
“What’s he doing here?” Torin asked.
“Long story,” I said, approaching Bastian. “It’s not important right now. I need to know if this… this is really happening.”
Bastian’s eyes met mine. Some of the lust haze cleared, and I realized his expression wasjoyful.
“Are you slick?” I murmured privately.
“Yes,” he said, breathless.
“And you’re taken over by the need to be bred. Is that right?”
“Yes. Very.”
Then Bastian looked me over curiously. “Matheson, you look bigger since I last saw you.”
“I do?” I touched my belly again.
So it wasn’t just my imagination. I’m getting bigger by the minute. But how the fuck is that possible?
Neil inched closer, skulking low to the floor as he tried to approach Bastian, but Torin briefly shifted to a gryphon to snarl at him. Neil yelped and backed off. Narrowing his eyes, Torin edged closer to Bastian and put an arm protectively around his waist. The action was strangely affectionate. It was like I was seeing a whole new Torin. Not the reckless young guard, but a protective alpha.
It reminded me of my own alphas.
An idea struck me.
“Wait, Bastian,” I said. “If you’re really in heat, and you obviously are, that means…”
