Turning to look at both of them, I see Thomas standing to the side of the door with a nervous expression on his face, while blondie is more speculative.
Waiting for one of them to explain what's happening is taking forever! I've never had a lot of patience when waiting for others to give me information.
"So, I know you're Thomas," I point over to him, "but I don't know your name, blondie."
His eyes widen a little and a soft blush colors his cheeks.
"Oh! Ah.. I'm Jakob, ah Jake… to my friends."
The redness is becoming deeper, and he clears his throat uncomfortably.
Thomas looks at Jake and sighs, making me giggle. Both of their gazes snap to my face and I can't help it any longer, I start snort-laughing.
"You two look like you think I'm going to eat you or something. What the hell is going on and why are you so nervous?"
They exchange a glance before Thomas waves me to a cushion, and he moves to take another. Lifting an eyebrow at Jake, who hasn't moved, I shrug and sit so that I can rest my arms on the table. Thomas twists so he can face me then looks over at Jake who is still looking anywhere but at me. Even though it started out as cute, it's quickly becoming annoying.
Clearing his throat again, Thomas opens his mouth, only to be interrupted by Jake, "What's your mark?"
I stare at him blankly and he apologizes quickly, "I'm sorry, that was rude. I'm an albino, see?"
He leans his head forward and taps at his left eye with a finger. When he raises his head, he has one blue eye and one red.
I quickly turn to Thomas to see him glaring at Jake before he looks at me uncomfortably. Huffing out an irritated breath, he opens his mouth until I can see his teeth. All the ones in the back are sharp like a dog. His canines are even conspicuously longer than the rest.
"Holy shit," I whisper as he closes his mouth.
They're both staring at me, waiting.
'This is not the kind of show and tell I wanted to happen here,' I think as I slowly raise my hand to my wig, only to drop it back to the table.
'No, not yet. I'm not ready yet,' I tell myself.
Splaying my hand flat on the table, I put pressure on the pads of my fingers until my nails elongate and curve down like cat claws.
They both gasp and Jake mutters, "So cool" as he leans forward in wonder. Uncomfortable with the attention, I retract them and put my hands in my lap.
"I'm sorry for Jake, he can be a little… eager… when it comes to these types of things."
Thomas's glare causes Jake to mutter an apology and bow his head guiltily.
'And he's back to being cute again,' I think as I nod my head.
"We, well Jake, had been told last night that he'd run into another Chosen soon. The gods aren't normally that forthcoming-"
Both Jake and I snort at this and end up smiling at each other. Thomas clears his throat with agitation and command, making me shift uncomfortably.
'Gods, he's so dominating. I wonder if he's like this in the bedroom?'
I feel my cheeks flush and my eyes sharpen as thoughts of him holding my wrists over my head while he pounds into me flash across my imagination.
Jake's sharp intake of breath has my fantasy shattering, and I look over at him. His face is flushed, and he's breathing heavily, while his eyes are dilated with desire.
Leaning across the table, I stage-whisper to Thomas, "Is he going to be ok?"
Thomas looks from me to Jake and shakes his head.
"Maybe I should explain; Chosen have… abilities. Like I can bend metal into any shape I want. Jake-"
I feel a hand land softly on my shoulder as a light breath of air hits my neck. Goosebumps run along my arms as Jake leans down and says, "I can read minds."
I gasp and turn my head sharply. Without meaning to, our lips connect and a volcanic flash of heat flows from our mouths straight to my groin. We both moan, our lips still touching, and I grab the back of his head to force his tongue to meet mine.
His taste is sweet, like the sugar candies Spider used to give me as a child. I let out a feral growl when we're pulled apart, Thomas's large hands on either of our shoulders. He growls back, surprising me into speechlessness.
Turning to Jake, he shakes his shoulder a few times before yelling, "What the hell is wrong with you?! I don't care if you two go off and hump like jackrabbits, but can you wait until I'm out of the room first?"
When he twists to look at me, his eyes widen before he squints and puts his face so close to mine, our noses are almost touching.
"What's up with your eyes?" he asks suspiciously.
Lifting an eyebrow, I look at him in question, no idea what he's talking about.
Pointing a finger at Jake, who is trying to get his breathing under control, Thomas commands, "Don't move, don't touch, don't speak," before he walks over to a small flat piece of metal lying on a stack of wooden crates.
I hold my hand out for it when he holds it up, and I gasp when I see what he's talking about. My pupils are slitted rather than round, while my irises have taken over my entire sclera. A wave of dizziness and heat hits me before the answer comes to me, though I wish it was anything but what I'm sure it is.
'F*ck a duck sideways, I'm in f*cking heat!'
Jake snorts and puts one of his hands up while his other is on his knee. Thomas is looking from me to him and back again, at a complete loss as to what is going on.
'Role reversal is a bitch, ain't it?' I think, and Jake loses it.
We watch as Jake falls to his knees, holding his stomach as he laughs uproariously. Thomas's lips twitch, but he folds his massive arms in front of his chest, looking like he's close to tapping his foot. The image of an impatient woman with his build enters my mind and I join Jake in his laughter, though his has become more hysterical, punctuated by an occasional hiccup.
"Please… Pl-hic-ease. No-hic-, no more," Jake pants out, waving his hand at me.
"Don't blame this on me, dude. It's his fault."
I point at Thomas, who stares at me in incredulous indignation.
"I didn't start this. You two were the ones who couldn't keep your hands off each other and then lost your minds. I want an explanation."
He glares at both of us, and I pull my lips in between my teeth, holding them there. Jake has finally managed to stand and disappears through a doorway where I hear cupboard doors opening and closing followed by running water.
"It seems that not only did Bast make her a Chosen, she is also her Avatar," comes Jake's reply as he walks over to me and hands me a metal cup.
Taking a sip of the cold water, I watch the wheels turning in Thomas's head as he tries to process what Jake just said.
For that matter, so am I.
"What's an Avatar?" I ask Jake.
He shakes his head and sighs before sitting in Thomas's vacated seat. He motions for me to sit back down, but I'm too restless. With all the problems popping up, I'd forgotten that my heat was coming, and I hadn't taken care of it. Normally, I'd be at my favorite brothel with a couple of the workers today instead of dealing with this mess.
'Focus Cal, you can scratch your itch when you're done.'
Jake snickers but doesn't comment on my thoughts.
"An Avatar is like a Chosen just… more. Not only do you have your own Will, you have your Gods as well. Avatars are rare, but we pop up occasionally."
Jake smiles when I make the connection.
'We? So he's one, too?'
He nods and says to Thomas, "As with any member of the feline community, she's going through her three-month cycle."
Thomas still has a look of confusion on his face. Jake gives me a look that says, 'just tell him'.
Flopping down onto the cushion, I state, "I'm in heat."
"Okay?" Thomas draws out the word and still looks like he's missed the point.
My cheeks go red.
"I need to get laid!" I blurt angrily.
His eyebrows go up, and he starts spluttering, his cheeks going redder than mine.
"Oh, grow up, Thomas, it's a natural part of life. Just because you've decided to be celibate doesn't mean everyone in the world has," Jake says with exasperation.
"I'm not celibate, you ass. I just…" Thomas trails off and looks at the floor, clearly not wanting to continue the discussion.
"Yes, I know, but I'd like to point out that I can read minds, remember?" Jake is obviously trying to hint something to Thomas, but he's not getting it. Looking at me, he states boldly, "You are exactly what he--what we need. I'm sure that you've noticed that you're a little rougher and more demanding than those you've been with?"
I nod slowly, shifting impatiently as I deduce where this conversation is going.
"Patience," he mutters to me before turning to Thomas, "And you need someone you can play with, right?" Thomas nods at the floor, still not looking at either of us.
'Oh, for the love of Pete! Can I get laid now?'
Jake glares at me while trying to control his smile.
It's rather comical looking, and I snort, laying back on the polished wood floor.
'You and the mountain man can stay or go. I prefer to stay, but I need some relief from this heat before I go feral,' I think at Jake.
He looks confused but nods.
Looking at Thomas, he states bluntly, "I'm telling you now that I'm ok with sharing you, (Say what now?!) at least when it comes to her, and that she can handle your kinks just as well, if not better, than I can."
Now I'm the one who looks like a fish out of water as I look from Jake to Thomas and back. The images flashing through my mind of them together has my body temperature skyrocketing and my p*ssy clenching.
'I'm not going to last,' is my final coherent thought as my mind goes into a red haze of lust.