would be welcome given her state of mind. She would love a cold snap.
Jumping into her car, she dialed Vic's number as she drove.
"Everything okay?" he asked as soon as he picked up.
"Fine," she said, then exhaled sharply. Had her nipples just hardened at the sound of his voice? Jesus. She was a mess. "I'm coming over for a run. Be there in five."
"I'll run with you," he said, and hung up before she could protest.
Damn it. Bad enough that she had to call and let him know that she needed to run. As shifters that stood out like sore thumbs amongst the local wildlife, they didn't have the freedoms that the badgers, the foxes, or even the were-cougars did. A normal person would probably panic if they saw a badger or a were-cougar. They'd certainly call the cops if they saw a tiger -- and the media would go wild. One of the Barlows had the clever idea of a big cat rescue project as a cover for their clan. So, when they needed to run, they headed out to Little Paradise and Kenna Barlow's farm. Kenna was Vic's sister.
She parked in Kenna's yard and didn't bother to head in to introduce herself -- Kenna was used to the tiger clan prowling around at all hours and wouldn't bother to check on her. Instead, she glanced around for Vic's car. No sign of it yet. Damn. She lifted the floor mat and tossed her keys and phone underneath it, then headed to the gate on the side of the farmhouse.
The need to shift into liger form was bristling through her skin. Vic wouldn't like it if she took off on her run without him, especially after he'd told her that he was on his way. You didn't piss off your alpha with stupid, passive-aggressive moves like that. Not if you valued your place in the clan. If there was one thing Estrella didn't mess with, it was her tenuous spot in the clan.
Of course, nothing said she couldn't go ahead and shift herself. It would probably be better, considering her nipples would stand at attention as soon as Vic came into view, and she'd probably start giving off the scent of a cat in heat. With those embarrassing thoughts flaring through her mind, she hastily stripped out of her clothing and tossed it into a pile near the barbed-wire fence. Then, she crouched low in the grass and waited for the transformation.
It came a few moments later, ripping through her with a force that was almost orgasmic. God, it felt good to switch to her liger form. Yawning, she lazily stretched her large paws out in front of her, arching her back. Her tail flicked back and forth. She smacked her chops a few times, the scents of the night more powerful now that she'd shifted, the lighting as clear as day despite the sun’s disappearance. The scents of the trees in the distance filled her nostrils, and she looked at them with longing, then sighed and flopped her large body to the ground, waiting.
Vic pulled up a few minutes later, just when her patience was reaching its breaking point. Good. Casually, she lifted a paw and began to wash it, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary as Vic entered the gate and then shut it behind him. He gave her an amused look. "Sorry I'm late."
She ignored him, licking the pads of one foot as if it were the most fascinating thing ever. Her tail twitched.
"There was a cop behind me, so I had to go the speed limit all the way here," he explained, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, exposing rock-hard abs and more tattoos.
Estrella froze, mid-paw-lick. Okay. Okay. She could do this. She knew Vic had all those yummy tattoos and washboard abs. She'd seen him naked dozens of times. She'd seen every shifter in her clan naked dozens of times. So why was Vic's delicious body driving her wild now? She dropped her paw, and her claws curled. She might have kneaded the grass with her claws a little while he stripped out of his jeans and tossed his clothing over hers.
Damn. She had to do something about this, she realized as he began to change.
Even when her heat was taken care of,