Addie (Pack of Misfits #1) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,18
wave of heat hits me full-force, making me curl over on myself as wetness pools in my panties.
“Fuck,” Herrick curses.
I feel Penn come up beside me and place a steadying hand on my upper arm, just to make sure I don’t fall over with horniness. Trust me, it’s a thing. “What are you doing out in public during your heat?” he asks, his tone irritated.
“I didn’t know I was going into heat this fast!” I retort, yanking my arm out of his hold.
My face is on fire, and I can feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck as my temperature continues to rise. Sometimes, shifter biology sucks. This would all be great if I were mated and could reap the benefits of awesome sex and intense orgasms without having to worry about who I would hook up with. But since I’m unmated, my heatwave is unpredictable, makes me miserable with need, and can be dangerous, too.
I lift my hair up to let the night air hit my sweaty neck, but that only releases more of my scent out into the air, and I hear one of the guys groan.
“You can’t leave on your own. You’re too far gone,” Penn points out.
“I have someone to help me,” I say lamely.
“Who?” Herrick demands, looking around. “He sure as fuck shouldn’t have left you out here alone. It’s dangerous.”
“He’s inside paying,” I answer, feeling my core cramping with need. “And he’s human, so he doesn’t know any better,” I pant out.
Herrick looks at me incredulously. “What? You can’t go through your heat with a human.”
Unfortunately, my animal agrees. Just the thought of letting Mario kiss me, let alone do anything else, makes me outwardly cringe. I probably would’ve been fine if I hadn’t gotten a whiff of these three virile shifters while in my current predicament.
But now, my animal has honed in on these guys. And yeah, I can’t deny the physical attraction that I’m feeling. My animal isn’t the only one who wants them. They’re like a three course meal, and I’m starving. With my biology going crazy, pushing me to mate, I don’t have the ability to resist my baser instincts.
Being surrounded by this ridiculously hot trio of shifters with their delicious scents makes the most intense flood of heat rush into me. I take a deep breath through my nose, letting their scents wash over me. My eyes fully dilate and roll to the back of my head as it hits my system.
From head to toe, I turn into an inferno of need. The taut tether I was holding myself together with suddenly snaps, and my animalistic instincts completely take charge.
“Please,” I beg, suddenly clutching onto Penn’s arm.
“Oh, fuck.”
My insides clamp down, and wetness trickles down my thighs as my eyes stay locked on Penn. I lick my lips hungrily, and I see his own eyes dilate, flashing with his animal, as he watches the movement. The next thing I know, I launch myself at him. He grunts in surprise but manages to catch me by the ass.
My legs automatically wrap around his middle as he grips me. I’m so far gone in my heatwave that I start shamelessly grinding against him. It doesn’t matter that I don’t really know him. It doesn’t matter that I’m in a public parking lot and supposed to go home with another man. Nope, all that matters is the strong, male shifter smell wafting off of his skin, and the thing inside of his pants that I’m trying to get to.
“Fuck, she smells good,” one of the other guys says. Not Penn, because I’ve shoved my tongue inside his mouth, taking away his ability to speak. And damn, he’s kissing me back like he’s ready to devour me. When his hands tighten against my ass, I moan. At the sound I make, he moves his head, forcing me to tilt my head to the side so he can kiss me even deeper. I’m all too happy to oblige him.
“Umm, Penn? I can see that you’re enjoying this, but she’s emitting some serious scent, and her panties are showing. In case you’re wondering, they’re green, and they say, “It ain’t gonna spank itself.”
Penn groans into my mouth and promptly moves his hands to try and cover said panties like he’s protecting my virtue. Snort. Pretty sure my virtue just took off her bra and flashed the camera during spring break.
As good as Penn’s kisses are, I need more. I start to grip and