Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
“No, no, come on.” She coaxed him inside, drew him to the bed — she shuddered at the images leaping full-blown into her mind at the thought of the bed. “Can’t leave you like this out there … what’s happening?”
“I t-think I’m…I’m um…” He stammered out and winced, shame and embarrassment rippling through him in unison with the ever increasing arousal, effects exacerbated at her touch. “I think I’m in heat…”
Summer brushed her fingers over his forehead, meaning to check for fever, but the brush turned into a caress, stroking his hair away from his face. That dear, gorgeous, beloved face — she jerked her mind back, breathing hard. “I, I didn’t know werewolves went into heat.”