“Hestia, stop,” a choked voice says.
I almost think I imagine the voice, self-preservation telling me to stop. I know there’s a reason I shouldn’t go outside, but it’s too hot to stay here.
Except I know that voice.
My omega roars to the front, taking over.
We turn to face our pack.
“Hestia,” Orion says again.
They’re all here, Orion, Magnus, Charm, and Henri. I can’t see him, but I can sense him—my final alpha.
I search the shadows until I find him, Cato’s eyes reflecting the light of the moon.
No one moves.
They’re my mates, they should be falling all over themselves to help me with my heat, but they’re just standing there. With the wind blowing in behind me, I can’t even scent if they’re interested.
I pout at them.
“Hestia, come back inside,” Henri coaxes, like he’s afraid I’ll run off into the night.
That might have been true a moment ago, but now I understand what’s going on and how to fix it.
I turn away from them.
“Hestia,” Orion starts, but whatever else he was going to say is cut off as I drop to my knees and stretch forward on my forearms, head down.
My ass is up, legs spread so they can see the slick on my thighs and my wet, fabric-covered pussy.
If I weren’t so impatient, I would have undressedfirst to give them a better view of what I’m offering, but they can just tear my clothes off instead.
My mates growl and finally move.
I pant with anticipation, pussy fluttering. I need knotsnow.
I squeal as I’m picked up, and whine when no one touches me where I want them to.
Magnus’s arms are tight around my waist, holding me back against his chest. I push my feet against his thigh, trying to stretch up and pull his head down to mine. He ignores my attempts like he doesn’t even feel them.
I reach for the others, but they don’t seem any more inclined to knot me than Magnus.
Charm struggles to shut the door with the snow that’s built up inside.
Was my presenting not clear enough?
I guess I should have taken my clothes off.
He finally gets the door shut, and the wind cuts off abruptly. In its wake, their scents surge around me, a maelstrom of fragrant alphas.
They’re clearly interested, and it makes me even wetter. I inhale deeply, trying to infuse my body with their scents. They’re doing the same, chests heaving.
I whine for them, which makes them twitch, yet they still won’t touch me.
“Hestia…your heat started,” Orion says, stating the obvious.
He’s so cute, even when he’s delaying giving me his cock. I nod, amused at how long it’s taking them to figure out they should be knotting me.
