How deeply did I sleep?
“You don’t have to worry,” Fang says easily, but I catch the tremor in his voice. “Everything is taken care of.”
My phone buzzes again from the group chat, this time from Blair.
Be gentle with yourself. If your Heat happens, it happens. You’ll be okay.
I turn to Fang while Logan keeps an iron grip around my waist. He looks just as wrecked as I feel, his dark hair mussed and his lips slightly parted.
Blair’s advice makes sense, but not when we’re all trapped in a car together.
I need to get some air, to stop breathing in every Alpha scent, but it’s snowing outside.
“Fuck it,” Logan hisses, and my eyes widen at his cursing. He rolls down the window, and chilly, wet air hits us both.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “I just?—”
I shake my head. “It’s fine. It’sfine. Ivan, you need tohurry up,” I groan, shifting in my seat. Slick spills out of me and into my panties, and there’s no way the three of them don’t smell it.
Fang’s jaw is clenched so hard I’m surprised his teeth aren’t shattering. He keeps his hands clenched into fists, resting on his thighs.
“I know, baby, I know,” Ivan mutters. “I…fuck, I didn’t expect this. The weather app didn’t say anything about this!”
“It’s a snowsquall,” Logan says through gritted teeth, practicallysticking his head out the window.Snow falls into his dirty blonde hair, and when I try to dust it away, he groans.
At the sound, my womb cramps, and I cry out in pain.
Oh, no.
“Holy shit,” Fang mutters. “Ivan, I think she…”
“Yeah,” Ivan says, his voice thick. “I know.”
Their scents areeverywhere. The pheromones cling to my clothes and burrow under my skin, making my nipples pebble and strain against my bra.
Bourbon. Leather. Apples.
I don’t even realize I’ve buried my face into Logan’s neck until he growls.
I pull away, embarrassed.
“Of course,” I laugh, half deliriously. “Ofcoursethis is happening right now.”
“I told you we’d have a hell of a story,” Ivan deadpans.
“We need to stop, now,” Fang adds. “I swear to fucking god…”
“This shouldn’t be happening,” I add in mortification. “I have my gummies, my suppressants, everything. It shouldn’t be happening this soon.” My voice is hysterical, and I look to Fang. “I’m sorry.”
He sputters. “You’re sorry? You’resorry? For fuckingwhat?”
“Ivan,get us to the cabin,” Logan growls. “Or I’m fucking walking the rest of the way. I don’t care.”
I have never heard Logan like this, frustrated and demanding.
It has no business being this sexy.
He hasn’t released his iron grip around my waist, and when another cramp hits me, he holds me tighter.
