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What the fuck?
I’d overdone it. I’d been so stupid. I’d been masturbating like it was a competition, and now I’d turned myself into a sex-crazed nympho.
Except the ache in my lower back felt familiar.
I kicked the blanket off me. I was hot all over. I fumbled for the water glass I’d left on my nightstand and chugged it.
The cold drink must have brought my brain back online because, suddenly, the puzzle pieces slotted together.
I wasn’t a crazy nympho.
It was heat.
I was going into heat.
Now?
Here?
Oh my fucking God!
I was screwed.
6
MORTON
In the middle of the night, I heard him again, just a soft moan. I sat up on the bed. Black shadows flew by the window as the train rushed through the endless forests. I hit the light switch, and pale light filled the bedroom. My reflection in the double-layered glass window was a little blurry. I looked the way I felt: confused, harried, a mess. My hair stuck out in all directions.
Oh, Jamie.How could I work with him so close to me day in and day out? Was he touching himself again? It might make me a pervert, but I couldn’t wait to hear his ecstatic cries. I palmed my dick through my pajama pants.
Another moan came through the thin wall, except this one didn’t sound like pleasure. It was more like a sob. I strained to listen.
What the hell? Someone seemed to be weeping right outside the door.
Wearing only my pajama pants, I scrambled off the bed. I burst out of the bedroom and froze.
Jamie sat on the bench in the front coupé, feet up, curled into a ball. Hugging his knees, he hid his face between them. He let out a whimper. A weak night light cast a yellow sheen on his huddling figure.
“Jamie?”
Slowly, he lifted his face. His eyes were swollen, his cheeks blotchy, and his chin trembled.
“What’s going on?”
He didn’t reply. He just gawked at me as more tears streamed down his cheeks. I’d never known a pain like this. Seeing him cry terrified me on a visceral level.
On instinct, I fell to my knees before him and reached out to hug him. I stopped myself at the last second.
And I inhaled, as one does.
His scent burned through my airways, and I tasted it on my tongue. My mouth flooded with saliva, and my stomach clenched with a hunger no amount of food could ever satisfy.
I knew before he said it.
“I’m going into heat.” Jamie hiccuped and wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Gaping, I stared at his tear-stained face. His pheromones were already raging through my system. He smelled like paradise… the kind where gods and fairies held orgies. My cock responded immediately, tenting my pajamas as it strained toward him.
