Freddie, the blonde man, looks concerned for her. “Darling, are you alright?”
She glances at both of them and tries to give her best smile, but she looks a little hysterical. Just when I think it can’t get any worse, the lights flicker off and Emily lets out a little scream.
I rub her back and Griffin tells her words of encouragement, “Sweetheart, you’re going to be fine. I love you so much. You’re being so brave. Just remember what happened last time.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, the entire elevator is engulfed in Emily’s scent. Emily must be having very vivid memories of what happened in the elevator last time. Cherry and vanilla infiltrate the small space and I’m sure every Alpha on this elevator is now sporting an erection.
My thoughts are confirmed a moment later when Kenji speaks, “Jesus, you smell fucking good.”
“Fuck me,” Freddie utters.
Emily starts to laugh. I’m not sure if it's a manic laugh or if she’s actually finding humor in this fucked up situation.
She stops laughing for a moment and says, “So, do you guys want to help me practice for my heat?”
THE END