This whole situation was driving her nuts. There were two gorgeous and extremely insane shifters sitting in her kitchen, dying to ease her pain, and she’d run away from them like the coward she was. She rolled over and looked at the rough-hewn ceiling. Sex had never been her thing. Not much anyway. Sometimes when she went in heat she sought out a partner for some temporary relief and other times she endured it like a good kitty would. Unfortunately, every season she didn’t bond and start a family the pain of heat grew worse. She feared soon it would drive her to a desperation the likes she’d never experienced in the past. Right now her body burned from the inside out and her swollen clit demanded attention. The clothes she wore bothered her, and the male presence made every ache and pain more acute. Nothing except giving in would fix it. Daisy slipped her hand under the waistband of her pants and pushed a finger through soaked folds. The jolt to her over-sensitized clit caused her to arch off the bed and her breath to quicken with need.
