“I agree,” Logan says quietly. “It’s going to be an interesting evening.”
He sounds pained. When I turn to him, his lips are pulled into a thin line, and his cheeks are flushed red. His pupils are as wide as Fang’s.
Oh, my god.
“Wherearewe?” I ask, attempting to sit up and crane my neck to get a better view out the window. But the little movement makes me gasp, and my clit throbs to life, desperate for attention.
Sweat drips down my back, soaking through my sweatshirt.
Every time I try to take a deep breath, I’m assaulted by the unique aroma of all three Alphas.
What have I done?
What did I agree to?
“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” Ivan sighs. “Looks like…Tiff County? The sign said population ninety-nine, so we’ll see where this takes us. Hopefully that cabin is in good shape.”
“It was from what I saw online,” Fang says. “But it was the only one.”
“Better than nothing,” Logan murmurs. He’s practically vibrating next to me, his bourbon scent growing spicier.
Something is happening with him, but I’m too distracted by my own internal panic to figure it out.
We’ve slowed to crawl, and the air outside is almost impossible to see through.
“Ivan?” I squeak. “Are we going to be okay driving?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ve driven through worse. Areyougoing to be okay?”
“Yup. Yes. Uh-huh.”
I whip out my phone and open the group chat that has Piper and Blair in it.
So, there’s a snowstorm, we have to stay at a cabin for the night, and I think my Heat is starting early. Send help.
I stare at the phone screen, hoping that one of them will reply. Piper is the first one.
LOLOL
No part of this is funny—this is turning into a goddamn tragedy.
I knew I was playing with fire inviting both Fang and Logan, but it was supposed to be a day trip!
We were supposed to rescue kittens, then Ivan could take me back to his place where he would help build a nest for me.
There would be a ton of spicy times after a day of saving the cats.
But this?
This?
My body is trembling with need, the air is far too thick, and my nose is buried in Logan’s shoulder, who is as stiff as a board.
“Wait, Logan, what about your cats?” I ask, panicked. “Who will feed them?”
“Blair is taking care of it,” he says, and I nuzzle against his arm.
“You talked to Blair?”
