Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,43
snaps up, and I realize my mistake. She may have shifted back to her human form, but Reese is not in control right now.
Her pupils have completely taken over her irises, and her expression isn’t human. It’s animalistic and raw and hungry.
“Fucking hell,” I hear Toby say. “Do you need help?”
I nearly say yes, but then her scent hits me. Hard.
A groan gets strangled in my throat, and I feel my heart start thumping in my chest like a drum solo. No way can any of the other males come over here and smell her. A protective—maybe even possessive—instinct rises up inside of me. They need to stay the fuck away.
“Hey, what’s that sm—” I hear Stinger’s words cut off, and I know that her scent is hitting every shifter in this whole damn warehouse.
Several curses ring out—male voices that put me even more on edge. My fingers dig into her supple skin and—wait, why am I holding her ass again?
I drop my hold, and I’m about to apologize again, but the words die in my throat because Reese picks up my hands and puts them right back on her glorious ass. Fuck, that was hot. A whoosh of breath escapes me.
She stares at me as if no one else is here. She doesn’t even seem to care that her scent is drawing other males closer like ants to sugar. She’s focused wholly on me, and I’m focused on her.
“What do you want me to do?” Toby asks, his voice muffled behind his hand that he’s slapped over his mouth and nose, trying not to breathe in any of Reese’s scent. Mitzy looks totally unbothered as she pulls out non-existent bugs from his hair and eats them.
“Uhh…”
“Please, Lug.”
My eyes snap to Reese, and I see clear coherency there—even if she did call me the wrong name. “What do you want me to do?” I ask her, echoing Toby’s question to me.
“I need your dick,” she blurts out.
A surprised laugh escapes me, but then as I look at her face… “You’re serious.”
Her nod is quick. “I need you. It won’t...stop.” I can see her struggling to keep above the surface of her wave long enough to tell me what she needs.
The agony and raw carnal hunger in her tone makes me realize something—she’s been stuck in the sanctuary for almost a damn week, and if she’s this worked up, it must’ve been miserable. She hasn’t had a heat in over five years. Some females can’t go through their heatwave alone without it being horrible. I should’ve asked Addie to check in on her. I should’ve made sure she was okay.
“Don’t worry. It’s okay,” I promise her. A flicker of relief flashes over her eyes, and she sighs, nuzzling into me as she’s pulled back under the tumultuous heatwave. She starts whining and grinding against me, and my cock turns hard as steel.
“Luca?” Toby says warily, and my head whips up to see that a group of my pack mates are circling, their eyes dilated and their nostrils flaring. Fuck.
“Everyone OUT!” I yell.
A couple dudes back down, but Reese’s scent is too strong, and I’m not the alpha, so unfortunately, more of them stay. A couple of them even growl at me.
Holding Reese against me, I get to my feet, and her legs immediately wrap around my waist. I hold her by the ass and start backing away, baring my teeth at the males who are starting to circle.
But when I try to take another step towards the front door, two of them cut me off. “Fight it!” I snap at them, but they’re too far gone, and my own animal instincts are pulsing inside of me, my vision dotting with inky circles.
I’m going into a rut. Right here, right now. I’m going to fight my pack mates and someone is going to get hurt—maybe even Reese. I have to get her out of here.
When I look to Toby for help, my gut drops, because despite how hard he’s fighting it and trying not to breathe, his pallor is pale and he’s started to shake with the effort to hold back. Mitzy has disappeared, and the entire room is filling with growls and the smell of males reacting to her heat scent. I flex my muscles and move Reese so that she’s on my back instead of my front, readying for an attack. I won’t let anyone else have her.