Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
The reason for the second law—the one about breeding in Fur Form—is the fact that the women of our Pack have no wolves. We have Were blood in our veins but are unable to shift to a different form.
The males, on the other hand, turn into truly enormous wolves with equipment to match. Breeding in Fur Form could injure a woman if the wolf in question wasn’t extremely careful. Also, it was considered animalistic—a degradation of the woman involved—the ultimate shame she could endure, even though the male who was breeding her in his wolf form was still wholly sentient.
I still didn’t understand why my long-lost friend, Marcella had agreed to let her husband breed her in Fur Form. Maybe she liked it because it was forbidden—she had always been a free spirit. Which was probably one reason why she didn’t mind making friends with me, though every other woman in the Pack shunned me.
I never would have wanted to do such a thing with Carter. His wolf was cruel—I saw him hunt in that form and he always tore the little animals he caught to shreds. The very idea of giving myself to him in that form made me shiver with disgust, so I was very glad that he’d been invested in upholding the Pack Laws.
“…want me to shock it tonight?” Kor asked.
“Oh, excuse me?” I said quickly, realizing that I’d missed something he’d said. “I’m sorry—ever since Carter died, I’ve been, er, getting lost in my own thoughts,” I added.
“Of course—you’re still grieving.” His deep voice was gentle. “I just wanted to know if you wanted me to shock the pool tonight. The sooner I do it, the faster you can go swimming again.”
“Oh, no—please! I didn’t bring you down here to put you to work.” I put a hand on his arm and felt that strange tingling again that made my nipples go tight. I pulled away quickly, flustered and confused. Why did I have that strange sensation when I touched him? What did it mean?
I wondered if Kor felt it too, because he shifted from foot to foot and a sudden blush appeared on his high cheekbones. He shifted his folded coat and shirt, which he was still carrying, from under his arm to the front of his body—almost as though he was trying to hide something.
“Er—it’s no problem, really,” he said, his voice sounding slightly strained. “I like to swim too—I’ll do it right now if you have a Ph kit to test the water with.”
“I do—I think it’s with the chemicals,” I said quickly, taking a step back. “If you really don’t mind, it would be lovely to have the pool in working order again.” Then I had a thought. “Why don’t I go make us some hot cocoa to warm up with while you do it?”
“Some hot cocoa sounds delicious.” He gave me that easy, infectious grin of his, looking more at ease now that I had put some distance between us.
“Wonderful. Then I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a little while. Oh, that’s in the East Wing, in case you’re wondering,” I added. “I don’t think I showed it to you yet.”
He laughed.
“I always wondered what it would be like to stay in a house that had ‘wings.’ All this luxury—you must love it here.”
“Actually, it’s too big—Wolverton is cold and lonely most of the time,” I said.
His face sobered.
“I’m sure it must feel like that now that Uncle Carter is gone. I don’t know if I said it before, but I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“Actually, it was cold and lonely even before he died,” I said and then wondered why I had admitted such a thing. Kor was going to think I was some crazy grieving widow lady if I wasn’t careful.
“Er…I’d better get to that cocoa,” I said, trying to smile. “Meet you in the kitchen in a little while.”
“Sure—in the East Wing.” He laughed a little, brightening the mood, which I appreciated.
I gave him what I’m sure appeared to be a strained smile and scurried off down the hallway.
What is wrong with me? I wondered as I hurried back to my room to get dressed in something dry before I went to the kitchen. Why do I keep getting those weird sensations when I touch him or he touches me?
My whole body was still humming with the latest, brief contact and when I pulled off my wet dress and bra, I found that my nipples were so tight they ached.
Between my legs, though, was another story. I was horrified to find, when I changed my underwear, that I was actually wet down there. I don’t mean like I wet my pants—I mean the other kind of wet. The kind you get when you’re aroused with a man.
Or you’re supposed to, anyway. I had never felt anything like that with Carter. I’d only read about it in the romance novels I managed to smuggle from the library when he wasn’t watching me too closely. Though once he found out what I was reading, he went down to the library and forbid them from letting me check out such “filth” ever again.