Beautiful Creatures Series

When Aster woke the next morning, she did so to Tyler, laying next to her. She smiled and leaned in, inhaling his masculine scent. The smell of him sent a pulsing need between her legs. Aster shook it off and got out of bed. Finding her phone, she checked her calendar app and swore. Had it really been six months already? Aster was in the early stages of heat. It was normal for a female Lycanthrope to go into heat every six months, and it lasted six to eight weeks. When in the heat, a female’s sex drive soared, and they became insatiable. They also gave off a pheromone that literally drove the male of the species into a sexual frenzy, to the point where the males lost all control around a female in heat. Things could get violent. When in the heat, most women isolated themselves to prevent any problems. The men also tried to avoid females while in heat unless they were their mates.

It looked like she was going into isolation. Just straight to work and home. As for groceries, she would have them delivered. Aster glanced over at Tyler and bit her bottom lip as carnal thoughts went through her head. She had to get rid of him before she did something she was going to regret.

First, she needed a shower. She had to get to work. Aster went down the hall to the washroom and hopped in the shower. Her shower was quick with icy water trying to kill the urge to do something stupid. Aster returned to the bedroom and got dressed for her day. She was fixing her hair when she heard the doorbell.

The sound startled Tyler awake. He lifted his head and looked at the time on the clock. “It’s six in the morning. What the fuck?”

“Go back to sleep. I’m leaving for work. When you leave, lock the door.”

“I thought I was taking you to get your car?”

“Shit.” She had forgotten she did not have her car. She was going to have to spend most of the morning with him. “How long will that take?”

“A few hours. Impound doesn’t open until ten.”

The doorbell ran again. “I’ll be right back.” She had no idea who could be at her door. Aster exited the bedroom and walked to the door. Opening it, she found Katelyn and her Lycanthrope hubby Derrell. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Katelyn’s car broke down this morning,” Derrell informed her. And his head gave a little twitch like something had assaulted his senses, “but I got to get to work. I was hoping…” Derrell took a deep breath in, and Aster knew he was picking up her pheromones, “um…” He could no longer think straight. “You smell really good.”

Katelyn slapped him in the belly with the back of her hand, giving him a funny look. “What the hell is wrong with you?” She snapped at her husband.

“It’s not his fault,” Aster defended Derrell as he began to pant quietly and move closer to her.

“You’re in heat.” He growled, moving closer as she backed away. He licked his bottom lip and then shook his head and took a step back. “Take her to work with you. I have got to leave.” He said, starting back to his truck. “I have to leave right now.”

“I’m not going to work this morning. I have errands to run.”

Derrell came back to the door. “Well, then how is she supposed to get to work?”

Aster looked at Katelyn and thought. “Well, just take her home, and I’ll swing by and pick her up later.”

“Can’t she just ride with you?” He asked, leaning in to sniff her hair.

Katelyn punched him in the arm. “Darrell!” She barked at him.

“Forgive him, Katelyn. He can’t help it. I’m in heat, and he’s reacting to the pheromones. He’ll be fine once he gets some distance. Don’t be mad at him. Derrell is a victim of his biology.” She said, placing her hand on Derrell’s chest and pushing so that he took a few steps back. “See, the thing is, I don’t have my car right now. It got towed when I was stopped for drunk driving. When I get it out, I will come to get her. Now, take her home, and I suggest flowers when you come home, Derrell, because you are in trouble.”

hard, forcing him to follow her back to the truck.

It really was not his fault. Sometimes the animal in them was stronger. He could not control it. She really did hope

shut the door. She turned around and jumped to find Tyler not far behind her. She had not heard him come down the hall. “Christ

smiled at

much of that did

kitchen. “You know we can’t get into the impound until ten,

no, but like the ninja he was, the man had snuck up on her, and when she turned, she found herself so close she could have slammed right into him. She stood there feeling the heat radiating off his body. Her eyes locked with his. His scent was wafting over her senses. Standing like this, breakfast seemed like a distant thought. Standing

you had. I asked myself, what did it mean that you were in heat? I know what it means when an animal is in

“Well, aren’t you clever?”

a man gets close enough, you react. So what is your overall radius when in full swing?” He said, watching her face trying to read her expression. “No, that’s not how it works, is it? You only rev

She said nothing, but he had figured everything out without her. It was annoying. Clearly, no one could get anything over on him. “Don’t let it go

there, do the men always act

be the ones to get to a

it can get

can. That’s why females isolate themselves

can that be? A few days on the couch watching TV and pigging out

to eight weeks.”

that is

only happens every six

do you do

alone. I binge-watch my favourite shows and read.

then you don’t have to be alone. I could take you out to

relentless. You never

with a cocky smile. “Look, I dropped a lot of money getting you out of jail on bail.

had gone to help her out. “Fine,” she gave in, “I suppose pancakes sound good.

“It’s all I’ll need.”

***

meal with the grace of a ravenous wolf. When she asked him to pass the salt, he had been nervous about getting his hand too close to her. He really did not want to be bitten again. She

you always eat

looked up from her meal and stuffed a large chunk of sausage

have used to describe

It makes me hungry. You ever notice some women pig out on junk food when they have PMS? The same idea, only it’s more like super colossal PMS. It’s not pretty, I know,

shot across the table, snatched his bacon, and took a huge bite out of it. “I