She’d been suffering for weeks, but lately her needs had begun to actually hurt. Flashes of Logan’s laughing eyes and Jesse’s sober smile called to her guer, demanding she cement the bonds that had started last month, when Eric had declared her new pack status and she’d acknowledged Jesse and Logan as mates. Mates she hadn’t yet mated, because she wanted something from them they were incapable of giving. She rolled to her feet and ignored the throbbing in her clit and nipples. The heavy air conditioner made her internal temperature somewhat bearable, but her needs never quite died. Masturbation didn’t work. It only made her womb spasm harder, cramping in denial. Time to hit the shower. As she entered the smaller room, she considered her pathetic circumstances. She should have been basking in her new pack. Two males to call her own, the autonomy of being the sole female in her own family. But nothing about her mating had gone according to tradition. Prime had more or less ordered her to take Logan and Jesse.
