Phoebe
“No.”
I let out a relieved sigh when I heard Zion and Adonis answer in unison. At the very least, they should tell me first. Honestly, I had no idea what it felt like for a werewolf to be in heat.
The older werewolves had only ever said that they wouldn’t be able to control themselves. Based on that opinion, I was pretty sure I’d be the first to give in.
My mind drifted back to that dream—the one where I was with all four of them. I tried not to think about it, but my cheeks warmed up anyway. My stomach fluttered, though not to the point of making me laugh.
“Are you thinking dirty thoughts?” Zion leaned in closer, his face just inches from mine. “Your cheeks are red. Look, Adonis—our little mate is starting to get naughty.”
“Oh, come on, Zion. You made me drive miles to this p
