I quickly slip out of the bed while everyone is distracted, trying to locate my bag, which someone put near the door. I grab my bag and then leave the room, hoping to find a bathroom so I can do my morning routine.
The door right across the hall from where we slept reveals a bathroom. Win. I slip inside and lock the door behind me, before taking everything out of my bag.
My pheromone suppressants, enough to last me just under two weeks. My anti-shifting meds, which will last me a little longer, but not much. And then the other things, a cocktail of pills to make my life a little easier. But as I take them, one by one, I’m very aware of the one type of meds that I’m missing. I need to start taking heat suppressants soon. Really soon. And I have no idea how to get my hands on them now, out here.
My toiletries are luckily still almost full. I bought those new two weeks ago. All designed to hide even more of my pheromones, to make me smell even more ‘human’, so no shifter can scent me. Not that it’s much use with these four guys already knowing, but it’s still needed to make sure my pheromones don’t drive them crazy, like they’d done for a few moments at the party and in unprotected moments since. It’s better if they get used to my scent slowly, so I’ll be hiding it for a while longer, until they can handle it without going all ‘grrr’ immediately.
I hear the guys make their way down the hallway as I turn the shower on, their footsteps loud and they’re bickering with each other. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can still hear their voices and it makes me smile. This could have worked out worse, my group of mates, at least the guys seem to be able to stand each other, mostly.
Stepping into the shower, I slide my soapy hands down myself, feeling how I’m getting turned on just thinking of them, of their bodies pressed up against mine.
When I woke up, I felt four very hard and sizable cocks pushing against me, and it didn’t leave me unaffected either, even though I’ve got no experience with sex. Fucking hell, how’s a girl going to fit any of them in? Like... Wow...
Electricity soars through my body at the thought of having any of them inside me, their strong body around me, flesh to flesh, filling me up...
I slip my hand between my legs, touching myself where Liam has touched me before, my body getting even hotter. I should really stop playing with myself while fantasizing about the guys. Just not today, not after I woke up like that.
But before I can let my mind wander any further, there’s a loud knocking on the door. “What do you want for breakfast?” Zack’s voice comes through the door, then he laughs. “I’m on the menu, if you’d like...”
“Fuck off!” He’s great at ruining a good mood. “Just let me shower in peace.”
“Ohh, touchy. Did I maybe interrupt some personal time? Were you rubbing one out in there? I’ll help you, I’m great at helping, I promise.”
“Go away. Fuck off.” Though, even as I say it, I turn the shower off and wrap some super deluxe fluffy towels around myself. It’s no use trying to extend this any longer, he’ll just get more and more annoying and the mood is gone anyway...
“I’m not sure Max can make a dish called a ‘fuck off’, but I can ask.” Zack laughs and I really want to hit him right now.
“I’d be curious to see what’s in it.” Max’ voice booms through the hallway, he sounds almost amused. “But I’m great at serving a plate of hot ‘kick-ass’ to an irritating Alpha who’s disturbing our mate, if you don’t leave her alone. I should have known you’d sneak off here.”
The two struggle for a moment and then I hear Zack’s muffled cursing as they move away from the door. Sometimes Max is the responsible one, and then there’s times like last night or that morning in the kitchen, when he makes it really clear that he just wants to fuck me right there and then...
It’s that quiet strength and smouldering desire that makes him so hot, that makes it hard to not rub up against him every time he holds me, watch him come undone and lose that tight control he has. See what happens if he shows his real self.
I slip into a clean pair of jeans and slide on a simple top, they’re comfortable, which is important right now, before leaving the bathroom. I put my bag back into the bedroom, taking one last look around as I sigh.
Finding a way to get my hands on more meds is going to have to be a priority, no matter what. Mating season is arriving soon, which means that I’ll go into heat unless I can get heat suppressants.
I’ll see if calling the pharmacy back home is going to help anything, or I might just have to order it off some black market website. I don’t know what my other options are.
But, for now, I need to get breakfast. My stomach is rumbling and I have a feeling that I might walk into an exploded kitchen if I don’t hurry up.
How can I think of having kids when these four already act like kids whenever they’re not supervised?
The kitchen isn’t in a bad state at all when I walk in. Zack, Spence and Liam are sitting at the table while Max is making pancakes. He seems pretty skilled at it too.
“Cyra!” Liam darts over, pulling me with him. “Come, sit. You’re going to experience Max’ famous pancakes. These are the best.” Instead of letting me sit on my own chair, he pulls me into his lap. I
