Free Every Blissful Moment (Hyena Heat Book 4) by R. E. Butler

pleasure is so great that the males are satisfied, then you probably won’t have to have sex.  The males will glut themselves on your pleasure; you’ll know they are filled when they glow.”
    “Glow?”
    “Their eyes will glow, and their skin takes on a golden tinge too.”
    “Creepy.”  She froze, wondering if she’d offended them, but the women just smiled.  She took a sip of the dark brew.  It had a tomato-soup consistency, but was black like coffee and bland with just a hint of sweetness.  As she swallowed she could feel it warming her throat.  It reminded her of times out playing in the snow with Whisper when they were children, and Mack calling them in for hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows.
    “I wish Whisper was here.  Oh, wait.  No, I totally don’t.”  She blushed just thinking about the strangers who were going to get happy because her mates were touching her.
    The women began to thread scarves around her body.  They were in shades of pink from very pale to dark, and made of thin, gauzy fabric.  At first she was worried about the whole owl population seeing her body through the fabric, but then the women began to weave the scarves together as they looped them around her neck and under her arms.  The layers of cloth hid her assets while still baring her arms, stomach, and her legs from mid-thigh down.  The women stepped away to talk quietly in the tiny kitchen area, and Bliss sat down on one of the fluffy pillows and sipped at the drink.
    It had cooled quickly, and she noticed that the more sips she took from it, the lighter in color the liquid turned.  It had been like black coffee at first, then a medium brown, then beige, and now it was turning golden.  Her skin tingled more, like something pleasant was humming along her flesh.  It reminded her of a neck massager she had, but nothing was actually touching her skin.  She felt flushed and content.  She took a large drink.
    She settled low on the fluffy pillow.  It smelled like rosemary, and made her think of the ceremony with her mates, when they’d burned rosemary and touched her with ash-covered fingers.  Her thoughts drifted to them.  How long had she been gone?  What were they doing?  Had they been stripped and oiled, too, with scarves covering their man-bits?
    She grinned and took another drink.  Her stomach flipped, and she growled softly.  She couldn’t wait to see her mates; she didn’t care if there were a ton of creepy owls watching them touch her.  She loved the way that Rome went down on her.  He had the best, wickedest tongue ever.  And Memphis, with the sexy way he growled when he fucked her, and Rome with those muscles that she couldn’t get enough of.
    Her stomach clenched again, but this time it hurt.  She groaned, and the cup tipped out of her hand and rolled onto the floor.
    The women rushed to her.
    “You drank it!  She drank it all!”  Felora shouted.
    Klegna pressed her hand to Bliss’s head as the pain in the center of her body began to grow.  “I told you to drink it slowly, Bliss!”
    “I did,” she gasped, pressing her hand to her belly and clenching her teeth.  Her body flooded with heat, her nipples hardening and her pussy clenching.  A tremor slid through her, and she ground her teeth together to keep from whimpering.
    “You shouldn’t have given her the whole dose!  We made it strong for Brierley, but Bliss isn’t being forced into a mating,” Felora said angrily.
    “Wh-what’s happening to me?”  She blinked, and her vision blurred.
    Klegna pressed her hands to Bliss’s cheeks.  “It was an aphrodisiac.  You weren’t meant to drink it all.  When we turned away you were sipping it – why did you drink so fast?”
    “I don’t know.”  She wiggled on the pillow, tugging on the scarves around her neck.  “It tasted good.  Make it stop, please.”
    “Only your mates can make this ache stop, and we have to go now.  The longer you wait, the worse the pain will