“She is sick?” He asks.
“Yes and no, she is fine, Jonah, but it will be too dangerous for you to stay at home tonight,” I tell him, and he turns to face me, not understanding.
“Remember when Nora was sick, and we had to give everyone that special jam?” He nods his head.
“Yep, Uncle Zane attacked Clay, and Uncle Malik had to help fight him off,” Jonah laughs. Zane’s cheeks flush red.
“That’s because he didn’t drink enough, but the same thing is happening to mom now, and I will struggle to control Donnie.” I tell him, looking at Zane.
“You’re going to give mom the cooties!” Jonah twists his face in disgust.
“Gonna give her what?” I ask. My eyebrows shoot into my hairline.
“Cooties, Casen said Zane was giving Nora cooties!” Jonah screams, and Zane growls behind him.
I will have to chat with Casen and tell him to watch what he tells Jonah in the future.
“Don’t listen to what Casen says. He is an idiot,” Zane says, and I shake Jonah’s words off.
“You need to go stay with Zane and Nora. I will look after mom, okay? You can come to see her soon,” I tell him, not wanting to promise he can see her tomorrow, knowing heats can be different for everyone and last longer than normal.
“Ok,” Jonah mumbles, dropping his head and his shoulders sag.
I reach for him, giving him a brief hug and Zane grabs his hand, pulling him away.
Once Jonah is safely tucked away, I glance around to make sure no one is about, just as Donnie smashes through the veil that separates us, taking control as he opens the rear door.
Her scent invades all my senses as I pull her from the backseat and head for the house. Unlocking the front door, I step inside and instantly lock it. My vision flickers back and forth between mine and that of my wolf.
Turning to the door panel, I scroll the menu, quickly activate the roller shutters and lock the place down.
“So hot,” Sage mumbles, her head slumped over my shoulder.
“I know, hang on,” Donnie tells her, my words sound distorted by him.
“Donnie?” Sage slurs.
“Yes,” he tells her as I climb the steps.
Heading straight for the bathroom, I turn the shower on, trying to cool her down and clean her up. The moment I place her feet on the ground, she lurches for the toilet, throwing up again.
Donnie is almost uncontrollable as her scent becomes intoxicatingly stronger and her temperature rises. My hands shake as I hold her hair back.
“Hospital,” Sage gasps, trying to breathe.
“I am not taking you to the hospital,” I tell her, chuckling to myself because she still hasn’t figured it out yet, but considering they sterilized her as a teen, I honestly couldn’t have predicted this myself.
It is no wonder this wouldn’t even register to her because it shouldn’t be possible. I have no clue what Kat has done, but she healed all of Sage’s scars, and I can bet everything I have that Kat has healed her and restored her to the way she was before those monsters got their hands on her.
Stripping out of my clothes, I leave my boxers on. My cock strains painfully against the fabric. Reaching down and grabbing Sage under her arms, I pull her against me. Holding her tightly, I tear off her clothes and toss them away.
“Please, something’s wrong with me,” she whimpers, leaning heavily against me.
Her skin is so hot, it makes me sweat. Her scent perfumes the room and makes me purr. My chest vibrates. Sage sighs, the sound calming her.
She has always liked the noise. While I find it more embarrassing, Sage will ask me to purr. If she can’t sleep, she finds comfort in the noise and Donnie is always more than happy to annoy me by giving in to her.
Though, I don’t try to stifle it anymore. I like her reaction and how she instantly calms.
“You’re not sick,” I tell her, and she shakes her head against my chest.
Now her clothes are off. I grip the back of her thighs and wrap her legs around my waist, only just grabbing her as she falls backward, mumbling incoherently.
She whimpers, pressing closer against me as my skin contact offers relief, and I turn, open the shower screen and step in.
The icy water jolts me and takes my breath, and I swear my balls recede into my throat at the harsh cold bite of the water as it drenches me and my family jewels hide away from the cold.
Sage sighs, her temperature drops slightly, but she is still hot, the shower screen fogs up with steam, even though there is no hot water on. I sit down with her in my lap.
First, I need her temperature to go down so I can control her scent. The last thing I need is to have Donnie attack her while she still doesn’t know what is going on.
“You stay back until the next phase Donnie. I swear, if you scare her, I won’t forgive you,” I tell him, needing him to remain dormant until Sage’s wolf urges kick in.
I can’t allow Donnie that control, especially after the things Sage has suffered, and deep-down Donnie is aware of that because now we are safely tucked in the house, and she is away from everyone. He has calmed considerably.
“I know,” Donnie tells me.
I instantly feel myself relax at his words. I press my back against the wall as her temperature slowly drops, waiting for the second phase to start.
Sage has to start it. The heat is rough. Sierra and Sage suffered enough, though I know they will understand. But I won’t forgive myself if I am the one that sends her plummeting back to being timid and scared of the world, all because Donnie is too rough if he forces forward.
“Hospital,” Sage slurs again. Her voice breaks, and I can feel she is in pain as she squirms in my lap. Another wave rushes over her. I reach for the soap in the niche and start washing her.
“It will ease off soon. You’re not sick, Sage. You’re in heat,” I tell her, kissing the side of her face.