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

grow.  Only male climaxes will stop the heat, do you understand?”  Klegna slapped Bliss’s cheeks lightly.
    “Um, what?”
    “Tell her mates,” Felora said.  “Now.  We have to move now!”
    The women pulled Bliss up from the pillow and hurried her to the door.  It swung open, banging against the side, and Lincoln snarled angrily.
    “What did you do to my mate?”
    The women shoved Bliss into his arms and he curled her close, his angry snarl turning to a soft growl, almost like a purr.  “Sweet thing?”
    “It hurts, Lincoln.”  She wiggled in his arms, trying to get relief from the pain that swept through her.  Every part of her hurt and burned.
    “I’ll explain on the way.  Get her to the bonfire, immediately!”  Klegna urged.
    As he rushed her to the bonfire, she forgot about the owls and Brierley, forgot about being lost in the mountains.  The only thing she could think about was how turned on she was in spite of the pain arcing through her, and how much she wanted it to stop.
     

 
     
    Chapter 6
     
    Link didn’t know what the hell had happened to Bliss, but she smelled incredibly aroused.  Her skin was hot to the touch, and she had her face buried in his neck.  His beast paced in his mind, worried for their mate.
    “We gave her something to help her calm down.  She drank too much,” the woman running beside him said.
    “How did that happen?  Why did you give her anything?”
    “It’s tradition.  But she was so worried, and it was meant to calm her down.”  The woman grabbed his arm as they neared the bonfire and he paused.  “You have to mate her.  I thought that because you were bonded, just pleasuring each other would be enough for the owls.  It would’ve been, but now that Bliss is running high on the aphrodisiac, it will continue to cause her pain unless you and your brothers come inside her.  Only male climaxes will reduce her pain and eventually it will ease.”
    “I don’t fucking believe this!” Lincoln growled.
    “Believe it, and trust me when I tell you that we didn’t want this to happen.  I’m so very sorry.  Go now, and tend to her.  Ignore what the males do; they’ll glow when they’re turned on by what they see, but only you and your brothers will know the extent of the effects of the aphrodisiac.”
    Link stared down at the female owl.  “I should kill you.”
    She met his gaze.  “If you still want to kill me when the night is over, let me know.”
    Snarling, he strode to his brothers, who were waiting on a freshly killed hide.  They were wearing the same loose suede trousers as him, given to them by Janspar, and nothing else.  It was bitterly cold outside, but the fire blazed hotly and the area where the hide lay was very warm.
    Rome and Memphis rushed to him, and Bliss whimpered and rolled her hips in his arms when they touched her.   The king stepped out of the crowd and began to talk about the importance of the pleasure sacrifice.  In a low voice, Link explained what had happened.  Janspar had told them earlier that they could just touch her fully clothed and it would be enough to satisfy the owls.  Now that Bliss was high on some weird owl drug, they weren’t going to be able to do that.
    “I am going to kill someone,” Memphis said darkly.
    “Later,” Rome said, “our mate needs us.  I could give two fucks about the owls, I won’t let her be in pain a minute longer.”
    The circle of males was about ten feet from the bonfire.  They were close, but not right on top of them.   Link pushed away the thoughts of the males watching them and stepped onto the hide with Bliss.
    “The pleasure sacrifice will now begin!”  The king shouted, and the owls cheered.  The bonfire blazed a little brighter as more wood was added, but Link didn’t care about that either.
    “Give me a kiss, sweet thing,” he said as his brothers surrounded him.
    Her head lolled to the side, and she blinked pleasure-hazed eyes at him.  He lowered