Her fertility cycle had made a fool of her once today, and she wasn’t about to let it turn her into a sex-crazed, brain-dead sap. I’m an intelligent witch with the willpower to resist my own hormones. A self-induced orgasm wouldn’t calm the instinct to mate. Only the real thing could ease the need, and having sex with two different men in half a day’s time wasn’t happening. The mated women in the family had assured her that the drive to fuck was natural between the full and third-quarter moons. Part of being a Macska. The road to finding her true mate could bring unexpected twists and turns. Sometimes disappointment. I found that out all right. She clenched her fists and closed her eyes to keep from surrendering to the pull of the window overlooking Liam and Ivan’s trailer. Both men were most likely shirtless, their muscles bunching and flexing, shiny with sweat. Her imagination conjured up a vision of toned biceps, pectorals, and abdominals. She’d seen enough to remember the beauty of their strong male bodies.
