my mind with lust. I need to wrap this night up now, or things will get ugly. Normally, I wouldn’t even be allowed out in public if my heatwave was approaching, but I didn’t think it would hit me so fast. The thought of being holed up in the sanctuary—my pack’s secluded heatwave building—to ride my wave out alone, sounds awful. It’s basically days or even weeks of being out of your mind with lust, and all you want is to find the nearest shifter to get jiggy with. But if you decide to ride the wave alone, then that means you have to handle business yourself and be sequestered away. Which isn’t nearly as fulfilling. Dealing with your wave alone is completely unsatisfying. Toys and fingers just don’t cut it. When you spend your heatwave with another shifter, their saliva and cum relieves the burning need in you, and also triples your orgasmic pleasure. Nothing is as satiating as having another shifter to do the dirty with during your wave, which is why most shifters choose to find someone to shack up with. Even humans are better than nothing.
But while riding out a heatwave with a shifter is better than doing it alone, it can leave you vulnerable, too. I’ve never had a steady boyfriend during one of my waves, so I’ve usually always picked up a human or suffered in the heat room where my animal basically whined the entire time in lusty misery.
Some females have relatively easy heatwaves, but I’m not one of them. My heatwaves are usually at least a week long, off and on. It’s days of battling with my animal, coming in and out of lust-filled hazes. I can go hours or even days before hitting my second and third waves, each one just as intense, making me go full horny animal each time.
I’ve been known to claw at the door and beg to be let out so I can screw the first shifter I come across. They aren’t Hallmark moments, I can tell you that.
I’ll have to see if Mario wants to take off the edge. The first wave is always the most intense. Then I can sneak out and ride the rest of it out in solitude inside the sanctuary. It’s not ideal, but a human wouldn’t be able to keep up with me the entire time the way a shifter can, and none of the guys in my pack are it for me.
I would die of embarrassment if I jumped one of them. I know a lot of females make arrangements with the males in our pack, mutually deciding to enjoy the heat sex together and then go their separate ways, but I’d rather not get involved with my packmates unless it’s going to be more than just sex. Shifters mate for life, and it would be too awkward if I slept with half my packmates by the time I did finally match with someone.
If Mario doesn’t want to take me up on my offer tonight, I’ll either have to find another human for a one-night stand, or get back onto pack land to hole up alone, but I have to hope I can get to the sanctuary before I totally lose my shit and pounce on one of my packmates. Either way, I need to leave ASAP before I start a shifter brawl here at Dare.
The problem is, my animal is suddenly brimming with revulsion for Mario. She already doesn’t like having sex with humans during the heatwave as it is, but she’s usually not so strongly averse like this. I can feel her battling inside of me, making me want to ditch him and find a shifter instead. But I’m cutting it too close now, and Mario is readily accessible, so I ignore my animal and try to trample down the repulsed feeling I’m having.
I lean closer to Mario and flash him what I hope is a flirtatious smile. “Wanna get out of here?”
He smiles back at me. “Absolutely. I’ll go to the bar and settle our bill.”
“Sounds good.”
Mario says goodbye to Zoey and Matt, and I hop down from the stool as he makes his way to the busy bar. Based on the line, I can tell it’s going to take him a bit, so I shove my phone down the front of my dress and decide to wait outside. Matt quickly excuses himself, his cheeks ruddy from the pheromones I’m starting to put out. I feel awful