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)
Sometimes when we were out hiking, I had to beg him to stop so I could suck him. Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stroked my hair lovingly as I sucked him, never forcing me or gagging me, just taking the pleasure I offered and giving me what I needed in return.
“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” he growled, watching me one morning after I had discovered my new craving. We were taking one of our favorite hikes and had stopped by the side of the trail where there was a flat, sun-warmed rock he could sit on.
I stopped for a moment and looked up at him.
“I love to suck you,” I admitted softly. “I love to feel you pulsing in my mouth when you come.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his eyes lazy with lust. “You don’t know what it does to me when you talk like that.”
“Makes you come, I hope,” I said teasingly. Then I went back to sucking him until he gave me all of his cream.
For the first time in my life I was enjoying sex and my own sexuality. Even though we weren’t actually having “traditional intercourse” it was the most fun I’d ever had—erotically speaking. It felt like a part of me that had been beaten and abused until it was small and almost dead was slowly coming back to life. Every minute I was with Kor, he made me feel beautiful and desired. I bloomed around him and leaned into the feminine side of myself I’d kept secret and hidden before.
I loved showing my body off around him and often at night made use of the naughty lingerie I’d ordered online. I also wore revealing outfits on our hikes—I loved going ahead of him on the trail, knowing he was watching my ass. I never wore a bra or panties anymore, either. There was no point, especially considering that my Heat meant I might need him to suck the nectar from my breasts or taste my pussy to make me come at any time.
Usually, though, I tried to wait until bedtime to have him do that. Though Kor did his best to satisfy me in every way, my Heat did have one troubling aspect—it made me feel achingly empty inside. And though his fingers felt wonderful inside me, I found they weren’t enough anymore.
When I confessed the empty feeling to Kor and explained that I needed more, he told me he thought he could help.
“But not with your, you know…”
“No, baby—not with my cock. I told you we won’t break the Unbreakable Laws, and we won’t,” he promised. “Just leave it to me—I can help.”
And he did—mostly. It turned out he was able to use his tongue to fill me a little more each night. I didn’t know how he was able to change the shape and size of his tongue—I wondered if it might have something to do with the shadowy entity I had felt around him during the altercation with Mrs. Browder and Cynthia-Ann—but I didn’t dare to ask.
Whatever that creature was, it was part of Kor, I told myself. I didn’t think it was evil—just animalistic. And since all male Weres have an animal inside them, I assumed it was something to do with his wolf.
Since Kor filled me every night with his tongue and made me come regularly as well as keeping my nectar production under control, I was able to stave off Heat Fever. But my Heat Cycle was growing hotter, and it wasn’t going away.
It won’t go away until he actually breeds you—you know that, whispered a practical little voice in my head. But I tried to push it away. Despite everything else we were doing, I still didn’t want to break the Unbreakable Laws.
Things came to a head one night, though, the night before the full moon. The Alpha Challenge was tomorrow night, and I was feeling restless and worried at the idea of Kor fighting Harris Murdoch for the Leadership of the Pack.
I snapped at him twice at dinner before he finally reached across the kitchen island—where we always sat for meals—and took my hand. Looking into my eyes, he murmured,
“What is it, baby? Please tell me what’s bothering you.”
I looked down at my plate—we’d been having baked salmon with wild rice and asparagus, but I’d barely touched my food.
“I…I guess I’m just worried about tomorrow night,” I admitted. “About, you know, the Alpha Challenge.”
“You don’t have to worry,” he said soothingly. “I can take Murdoch and anyone one else easily. Look, I didn’t want to tell you this, but you’re going to find out tomorrow night anyway.”
I looked up quickly, meeting his eyes. So he was finally going to tell me his secret—the one I’d been suspecting ever since that day in town.