The Heat

In a world in which animal instincts are heightened, what are three men to do when their female friend goes into heat.

A/N I AM SORELY TEMPTED TO MAKE THIS A MULTI-FIC STORY! SHOULD I? I FEEL I SHOULD? MAYBE I WILL?

"John, you're making me nervous. Why are you staring at me?" Felicity asked, frowning at the man who was hardcore staring at her. He'd been like that for the past 2 and a half hours. She rolled back in her chair as Diggle moved closer to her, his eyes narrowing on her.

"John! What are you doing!?" she squeaked as his hands grabbed the arms of her chair, pulling her towards him as her feet tried to stop him from pulling her forward.

"You're going into heat." he growled. Her eyes widened, her hands curling into her chest as his head lowered towards her.

"Fuck, Felicity. You know not to come here when you are going into heat. You aren't mated, your scent is still appealing to other males. You need to leave." he growled. Her breath caught in her chest, dread suddenly feeling her body.

"No! No, it isn't that time yet. I have two more days. I was late last month, which should mean my cycle is changing. " she told him, her hands going to his chest.

A deep sound came from him and suddenly he was across the room from her.

"Don't touch me. I'm mated but still a danger to you, Felicity. Roy's going to be here soon, as is Oliver. They both aren't mated. You know what unmated males do when unmated females go into heat. This place will be torn apart fighting for you. You know your cycle doesn't change unless a male's pheromones have trigged it. This has happened to you for the past three months." John growled.

She scrambled to her feet, crying out in shock when a deep heat went through her.

Shit, shit, shit. This was not meant to be happening! Her hand curled around her abdomen, her hand gripping her desk.

"Oliver. It's him. Shit. I know it's him. God, I don't know how we have both lasted this long." she hissed, glaring at John.

She cried out in shock when she suddenly felt hands on her, Roy's face coming into view as a soft growl came from him.

"Holy shit, Roy, no." she weakly whispered, moaning when heat shot through her, her hands attempting to push him away from her.

"God, you smell good." Roy purred, pulling her closer to him. She gasped when his nosed dragged up her neck, his tongue following the same path.

"Fuck." she heard someone shout and suddenly Roy was ripped from her. She fall back against her desk, gasping for air as she fought of the dizziness, trying to focus her eyes on the blur of bodies.

When she was able to get her bearings, so let out a strangled sound when she noticed that it was Oliver that had ripped Roy around from her. Oliver had Roy on the ground, baring his teeth at the younger male as John rushed to the gun drawer, where she knew he was going to get the tranquilizer gun.

A throb began to spread through her body, her whole body weakening as her heat began to grow. God, she could not go through this again without a man.

Animal instincts were heightened in human beings now. A completely knew generation in which animal DNA was spliced with human DNA. Felicity was the fourth generation of the sliced DNA. Her great great grandparents had been made in labs, under heavy guard and tight restrictions.

The world had found out about them slowly and the uproar had been insane. But the spliced humans had been released into a habitat of their own and had grown from there.

The scientist hadn't taken into account when the spliced began to breed with there own. They're offspring were intense, sometimes the animal within taking complete control. The males liked to control, and while the females fought against them most times, when they went into heat, it was difficult not to submit to them.

Felicity had never gone through a heat with a man. Her heats had been something she could take, not to painful, not to hard to resist. It wasn't until she met Oliver three years ago that they had gotten somewhat worse and it was three months ago, when Oliver had cornered her and had let his pheromones actually touch her, that her heats had been the most torturous thing she had ever experienced.

"She is mine." she heard Oliver growl, his fist hitting into the side of Roy's head.

Felicity cried out in shock, falling to her knees as she gasped for breath. She could feel Oliver's pheromones, could feel them seeping from him and crawling over to her.

"Oh god, Oliver." she whispered, her hands twitching to rub her nipples or better yet, her clit.

She jerked when his head swung up and he growled at her, his canine teeth sharp and glittering in the light. God, she'd love to feel those teeth on her body.

"Drug him, Diggle. I want you and him gone." Oliver growled, turning away form Felicity and back to John. Felicity panted as Oliver moved off of Roy, holding onto him and passing the fidgeting boy over to Diggle, who stabbed one of the tranq syringes into his neck. She watched as Roy slumped in John's arm and her eyes quickly went back to Oliver as he turned to her, his eyes hot and heavy lidded.

"Oliver, stop." John growled. Felicity's eyes widened, shocked at John's tone.

Oliver growled and turned back to John.

"If you do this, Oliver, you mate her. She becomes yours. Think this through." John murmured to him, settling Roy over his shoulder as he held out another syringe.

Felicity gasped, shocked that John would even say that to Oliver, almost hating him from halting Oliver's path to her.

"I know what I'm doing, Diggle. Get the fuck out." Oliver snarled.

"Felicity?" John asked her, looking around Oliver and down at her, concern written all over his face. Her eyes flicked back to Oliver, who was curling his fingers in and out, the claws she knew he kept hidden slowly coming out from behind his human nails.

She couldn't refuse or stop Oliver, she knew that. It was to late for both of them. Her heat was to intense and she knew the drug wouldn't keep an alpha male like Oliver down for long.

His eyes were trained on her, his whole body now bending into a crouch, a dangerous sound coming from him. She looked back up at John, pulling in a deep breath.

"It's fine, John." she grit out, her hands curling against the floor, her back arching as a moan broke from her when a pulse went through her body.

She didn't hear or see John leave. He and Roy didn't matter to her at the moment.

Her eyes were focused on Oliver. Who looked ready to pounce.

"Oliver." she purred, stretching out her body, rolling onto her back to show him her belly, a complete show of submission. Showing him the she was willing to give up all control to him.

She gasped when he did pounce, his bigger body coming over hers as his hand tangled in his hair, jerking it to the side so his mouth could latch onto her neck.

She jerked, her body moving against his, his mouth opening so his teeth could grip a section of skin. His canine teeth broke said skin, sinking deep into her throat.

She cried out for him, her hands wrapping around his head, holding his teeth to her as his pheromones seeped into her open wound, mixing with hers, making a new set of DNA that only mates could possess.

"Felicity-" he purred when he detached his teeth from her. "-My female."

She nodded numbly, whimpering when his tongue dragged over her new mark.

She'd alway be his female, just as he would always be her male.

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