Free Mating Heat by Jenika Snow Page A

all over my flesh. Moaning softly when a fresh wave of arousal left my pussy and covered the sheets, I forced myself to sit up.
    I was so ready to be taken, so ready to be filled until I was stretched, until I was bordering on pain and pleasure.
    My thoughts weren’t my own. The mating heat was making me this fiend for cock. It was all I could think about.
    My arousal was so intense, the very act of even moving an inch in bed had me wanting to thrust my fingers into my dripping hole and relieve the ache that had settled there. For as many times as I’d seen the mating heat happen, and heard the stories, I was not prepared for how powerful it really was.
    I sat on the edges of the mattress and curled my fingers around the edge, breathing out slowly and focusing on the floor. I wanted to play with myself, to touch my wet pussy until I came and found some relief But doing so would only make this worse, only make me need a male even more.
    After forcing myself to stand and go into the bathroom, I stared at my reflection. My long strawberry blonde hair was a wild mess around my head, my cheeks were red from the heat moving through me, and I saw this glow come from me, this vitality. I inhaled deeply and scented the pheromones that I emitted, a sweet floral scent that reminded me of vanilla and hibiscus.
    The scent was supposed to attract the males, make them unable to resist me.
    But alpha males were known to have some pretty strong willpower, along with being dominating and possessive. If they didn’t want me, and were strong enough to resist, than that’s how it would work.
    The one and only time I’d had sex had been this awkward thrust and retreat from a cougar shifter male. We’d both been seventeen, and he’d had an orgasm within the first five minutes. To say it had been a less than memorable experience would be an understatement.
    After it was all said and done and we lay on his bed in his parents’ cabin, there had been this weird, uncomfortable silence that filled the room.
    I pushed those thoughts and the past away and took a quick shower. Once I was out I dried off and put on clothes, but damn the material on my skin was uncomfortable. I’d prefer to be naked given how hot I was and how tight my skin was. But I couldn’t stay cooped up in the house, not when I’d drive myself crazy.
    And right now I was desperate to find a male that would be willing to service me, even if it wasn’t the shifter I was totally in love with.
    Once dressed I contemplated grabbing something to eat, but the very thought of food have my stomach cramping. And then another wave of heat hit me, and I grabbed onto the edge of the kitchen counter for support. Breathing though the pleasure and discomfort, I waited for it to pass and finally pushed away to walk toward the front door.
    And if I couldn’t find a male I’d just run. I’d shift and take to the woods, not stopping until I couldn’t even walk straight.
    I stepped outside and was instantly got assaulted by the sights, smells, and sounds of my community. I curled my fingers around the banister of my porch as the most intoxicating and potent aroma hit me. Instantly more wetness spilled from between my thighs, and my nipples started throbbing, as if my pulse was stationed there.
    And then I smelled them, the two males I’d been lusting after for longer than I could even remember.
    I stumbled back and cloaked myself in the shadows that crossed over my porch from the evergreens and pines surrounding me.
    But the issue with Chase and Xavier, and the rumors I’d heard, but was too chicken to actually ask them, was that they wanted to mate the same female.
    Maybe that’s why they had shown no interest in any one female aside from the ones they fucked? And if those rumors were true I was seriously shit out of luck in having them be with me during the mating heat.
    I felt something stronger for them than just a physical pull, a sexual need. What I desired in them was companionship,