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Victor’s eyes snapped to the side to look at me. “Fuck.”
“What? What’s wrong?” Ryan said from the back, sticking his head between the seats to look at his alpha.
“Declan, take a whiff.”
A rumbling purr came from him so strongly, it shook me to my core. I whimpered in response and twisted in my chair to get closer to the comforting sound.
“Victor . . .”
“I know, brother. I know. I’m going as fast as I can.”
“Well, go faster. Now.”
Victor grunted but pressed his foot down harder on the gas, the SUV jolting forward. I wrapped my arms around my middle and groaned. Why did I feel so wretched? Everything looked hazy, too. I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear the blur. I curled up in my seat, the belt cutting into my neck.
Growling, I unhooked it and threw it against the door. My clothes felt too tight. My skin was crawling. I could hear someone whimpering and I plugged my ears to block it out until I realized it was me. I looked up and saw Ryan staring at me in confused awe.
“What’s wrong with me?” I said, on the verge of tears.
Ryan reached out and stroked my hair away from my face. “I think you’re going into heat, firefly.”
“What? No. I can’t be. I’m not old enough. I have more time!”
“Hurricane,” Victor coaxed quietly. “I don’t think your hormones care that it’s not time. I think being around us and having already formed a bond with Riley jump-started your system. We can recognize the signs of an omega going into heat. And with how thick your perfume is right now, there is no doubt.”
Declan rolled down his window at Victor’s words, sucking in a mouthful of the fresh air. “Maybe we should stop? I saw a sign for a hotel that was supposed to be right up here. Could we stop there and help Storm through her heat before we go all the way to town?”
In a flash, I spun in my seat, facing Declan. My lips pulled back in a snarl and I could feel the anger shooting from my eyes. “No. I won’t go through this without Riley. If I am in heat, she gets to be there. She’s mine and I want her!”
Declan appeared shell-shocked as he held his hands up in surrender. “Ok, little bit, we won’t stop. I’m sorry. Tell me what I can do to help you. Can I get you anything?”
“My hoodie. The one that smells like her. Please. And give me your shirt.”
“My shirt? From my bag, you mean?”
“No. The one you're wearing. Give me it. Now. Take it off.” I knew I was being ridiculous and demanding. I didn’t care. “And you, Ryan, Victor, give me yours too.”
“Hurricane, I’m driving. That’s not safe,” Victor protested while Ryan hurried to do my bidding.
“I said, give meyour shirt.”
My hands grappled across the center console and I tugged on the hemline of his button-down, willing to tear it off him if I had to. I didn’t know why, but I knew Ihadto have his shirt. It was no longer a want, but a need. Victor smacked my hands away and I growled at him. How dare he? But then his left hand went to the buttons on his shirt and he started undoing them.
“Little bit, here’s my shirt. Please put your seatbelt back on.”
Declan handed me the material that had been pressed against his skin and I rumbled my approval, shoving it up to my nose. I sucked in a deep breath, pulling the delicious smell of lemons, bourbon, and rosemary into my lungs. I looked over the back of the chair at him.
“Mine,” I growled out.
“Yes, little bit. That’s yours as long as you want it.”
“No. You. Mine.”
Sentences were hard, but he clearly knew what I meant because his face softened and he leaned forward, pressing his cool skin to my forehead. “You mean that, Storm? You want me to be yours?”
I nodded against him.
“I already am. I always was.”
