Page 29 of Tempting Frey
Groaning, I put the laptop on the floor—I didn’t have a nightstand yet—and stretched my arms above my head to ease the back pain. Except my stomach cramped up. Had I eaten something bad?
I stumbled into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I used the toilet and took a quick shower. I needed to wake up enough to take stock and decide if I was getting sick or not.
The stomachache disappeared, but the weird tightness in my back remained. What did I expect after falling asleep curled into a pretzel around my computer? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself, then picked up a toothbrush. I’d brush my teeth and go straight back to bed.
As I rinsed the toothbrush, I shifted on my feet, and something smeared between my ass cheeks. Huh? I wriggled my hips experimentally, and more wetness escaped my body. What the hell? I was leaking slick! But I was far from aroused.
I hopped back into the shower and washed my crease. Running my fingers over my hole sent electric pulses through my guts. Confused, I stared at my now-erect cock.
Another cramp hit my insides, but it had nothing to do with an upset stomach. I was starting to feel empty. I’d just washed, but more slick was dripping out of my hole.
Is this… heat?!
Why was I surprised? I’d spent hours in the office with my mate, breathing in his scent. Of course I was going into heat.
Had I ever doubted Frey was my fated? Here was my answer.
My first thought was that I needed to go to him.
But he didn’t know. And I… What would I tell him? How?
And was itreallyheat? I’d never done this before!
With shaking hands, I dragged old but clean sweats up my legs and fumbled for my phone.
Heat signs, bear shifter omega.
The search results took ages to load. The high-speed internet couldn’t come fast enough, and if anyone ever complained about the dugout again, I’d personally shove their complaint letter down their throat.
The words finally appeared, but the pics were just empty white spaces. I scrolled anyway.
Human first-heat omegas experience a slow buildup, often days before the first heat wave, with changes in their scent and increased libido. For shifter omegas and shifter mates, the first heat is induced by the mate’s pheromones. It often comes without any early signs. Symptoms such as excessive slickness, mild aches in the lower back or stomach, and increased body temperature appear mere hours before the first wave. An unrelenting erection and a feeling of emptiness announce the imminent wave, together with a passionate yearning for one’s mate.
I was yearning, alright. The only clear thought in my head was that I had to go to Frey. I had no idea what to tell him, but I had to be with him.
Clutching the phone in my hand, I slipped into my sneakers.
Seconds later, I jogged down the deserted street and along the road to Frey’s cabin. The longest half mile of my life.
I forbade myself from thinking. I couldn’t. I only had one thing on my mind, and that was getting to Frey as fast as possible. I wasn’t sure if I would throw myself at him and beg him, or if I would yell at him. Maybe both.
Everything would fall into place once I was with him—I was sure of that.
By the time I was nearing his door, my knees were weak and my vision was blurry. Slick smeared between my ass cheeks, and my underbelly felt like a hollow, aching crater. I bent over, trying to catch my breath. Only a few steps, and I’d be with him.
I all but fell against his front door and banged on it with both fists. When I heard no noise from inside, I banged again.
Warmth seeped through my sweats and ran down my inner thighs. Liquid warmth.Oh Lord. My legs wouldn’t hold me up for much longer. Around my hips and pelvis, I felt the weakest, as if my very bones were melting. I’d done my best to ignore what was happening to my private parts as I’d been running, but now…
My inner muscles didn’t work. I couldn’t clench my hole shut. It itched and ached, craving friction in the most primitive way. And my cock and balls were so swollen it hurt.
“Frey!” I smacked my palm against the solid wood.
The door opened, and I lost my balance.
I collapsed against Frey’s chest. His broad, furry, naked chest. I pressed my face against his pec and inhaled.
Earth and forest and blueberries. I gulped down his scent like it was my only life source. But the more I breathed in, the emptier I felt. My loose hole twitched, and my hard cock jerked.
