“Sen—”
“It’s OK. I’ll be back, I promise.”
He probably would, I thought as I watched him walk out the door. From what they were saying, my pheromones would be flooding the town, triggering the single men. He’d smell my receptive scent wherever he went. But my hands rubbed at my arms, feeling that cold, shaky sensation Sen had described. More cake, I assured myself. There’s not much that can’t be sorted without cake. But when I put another spoonful in my mouth, the rich sweetness was cloying and slightly sickening. I dropped it with a clatter and then poured myself a long glass of water.
“Flick…”
My ears pricked at the moan. I moved towards the bedroom door, assuming it was one of the guys, but then I heard it again. My name, repeated over and over in a sigh, barely above a whisper. I tiptoed up the hall to see the spare room door half open, and there—naked and gleaming in the moonlight—was Snowy. Not as broad as the other guys, but his body was still a masterwork of lean muscle as he worked his cock. His mouth was open, panting my name, his eyes closed, and he looked almost angelic in the light streaming in through the windows. He sat there, butt bouncing against his heels as his hand got faster and faster.
This was wrong. I’d relegated him to the spare room, and for good reason, so he deserved a little privacy, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Heat washed over my body, making me aware of the dampness on my thighs, the hard pebbling of my nipples. Button up your shirt, turn on your heel, and walk away, my monkey brain shouted, but she wasn’t running the show right now. My Tirian watched the little display with a hungry smile, taking in the guy’s stamina as he just kept going. The bouncing obviously had some sort of effect, as he groaned on the downstroke, his hand getting faster, then slower, as he edged himself.
“Flick…” My name was so drawn out, it became just syllables, sounds that pleaded, begged for me to leave my spot and come closer. “You feel so good. So tight and…” He swivelled his slickened hand around his dick with exaggerated care. “You’re strangling my cock,” he growled, his teeth flashing as he bared them. “C’mon baby, give it to me. Faster, love.”
He snarled when he did just that, his muscles standing proud as he thrust himself into his hand, his hips flexing.
“Goddess, love. Wanna fill you with my cum, feel you fluttering around me as I make you come over and over. I want to taste every inch of you, drown myself in your scent. You make me so fucking hard.”
I remained pinned to the spot, able to imagine every bloody thing he mentioned and more. Him, a complete stranger. I knew his name and what his smile looked like, but that was it. Oh, and what he was packing as well. But I couldn’t look away, track back, open my bedroom door, and nestle down in between my very sweet lovers, because right now, I understood what heat fever meant.
Our bodies apparently ran a lot hotter, and our minds became a whole lot more focussed. That he was a stranger only added to the allure. He was beautiful, hard, and completely undone by me. The fact it was just my scent, my hormones, didn’t register right now, and I supposed it wouldn’t. This was about instinct—bringing people together and then letting the human side of us sort things out once the heat died down.
I wasn’t surprised when his eyes flicked open and slid straight to me, a slow smile spreading across his face. Nor when he took in all of my barely clothed form, those pale eyes seeming to pierce the near darkness. “Come in if you want to look,” he said, his voice a low purr. “I want to come, and it’ll be so much better if you’re here.”
“I should—” The words froze in my mouth as he shifted into a cross legged position, and a small black circle let me know he was wearing the butt plug he’d taken from the bag. He shivered as he settled, his long slender fingers running lightly up and down his shaft.
“Mm…” he moaned, his eyes falling closed as he began to work himself harder, faster. “God, your scent. And you’re watching me play…” His mouth fell open as he moved, and his forehead creased as whatever wave he was riding was starting to crest. “This feels so good when you’re near. It’s like every damn inch of me is aching for you. Open your shirt.”
“What?”
“Unbutton a few buttons… Oh fuck, it’s only fastened at the top. Slide your leg up or out. Please. I’ll lick every drop of cum from your pussy if you just show me…”
I didn’t know why I did it. I told myself it was the heat, because it was such a small thing to shift my stance so I could feel the cool air play over my slick cunt. I’d only created the tiniest of gaps in the shirt I was wearing, but his gaze remained transfixed by it as he worked himself closer and closer.
“Oh, Flick…”
His voice was almost boyish as those eyes flicked up to my face, searching it for god knows what and looking almost heartbroken as he finally came. And came he did, gouts and gouts erupting all over his stomach as he leaned back to catch it all on his torso.
He sounded like he’d run a marathon when he finished, sucking in great lungfuls of air before reaching down and scooping up the mess, then he stared at me when he licked it all up. He settled back on the bed in a more comfortable position.
“Fuck, that was amazing. Like, I’ve scented heat pheromones before, but never this close. It felt like you were all around me, touching every inch of me.”
Which was quite a few by the look of his still rigid form. He wasn’t as thick as the other guys, but he was longer. His smile was slow when he caught me looking, a curious mixture of shyness and sensual pleasure. He was still twitching, looking just as hard as he was before he came.
“I’m Noah, by the way,” he said, holding out a hand. The one he hadn’t licked clean. I moved in and shook it on automatic. He let his thumb rub along the outside of my hand for a second and then pulled away. “We haven’t had much of a chance to get to know each other.”
“Considering this is the first time I learned your real name, then yeah.”
He scooted back on the bed and then patted the mattress surface.
“Take a seat. I won’t touch you or anything. It’d just be nice to find out a bit more about the woman whose house I’m staying in.”
I frowned, but found myself stepping forward and sitting down on the mattress. Further than where he’d patted, but he didn’t seem concerned. Like all the beds—except Kade’s—this could have fit seven or eight people comfortably, so there was a reasonable distance between us. He just lay there in all his naked splendour, looking pleased when I did what he asked.
“So, how’re you finding your first heat? If the noises I heard from the bedroom were anything to go by, you were getting it good.”
“You want to hear about the sex I was having that you were excluded from?”
“I want to hear everything. People interest me. Hot women coming multiple times with their mates are even more interesting.”