Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“What…what does that do?” she’d asked breathlessly.
“Mmm…it makes her clit swell–makes it throb and tingle and helps her come again and again while I take her,” he’d said.
Kiera had squirmed against him, her pussy clenching at the hot image and she knew she was already slick with need. She was going to ask a follow up question when Brux went on.
“But if I am Bonding her to me…” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl. “Then I’ll take her from behind, on her hands and knees with her thighs spread wide for me. Then the larger bottom shaft goes deep in her soaking pussy, stretching her… filling her until she can’t think straight.”
“And…” Kiera had licked her suddenly dry lips. “And the shorter shaft?” she finally managed to ask.
“Well…it’s like this.” His big hands reached down to spread her open from behind and she’d felt the longer bottom shaft slip between her pussy lips, sliding against her clit. Meanwhile, the head of the shorter shaft nudged against her tight rosebud, making her bite back a gasp.
“Do you see?” he rumbled in her ear. “The shorter shaft slips into her ass. That way I can fill both her holes at once. Then the knot at the base of my larger shaft slips into her pussy and swells up to tie us together while I pump her full of my seed. And when I’m doing that–when I’m bonding my mate to me–she’ll feel every fucking pulse–every hot spurt flooding her womb and claiming her forever as mine.”
Kiera had swallowed hard, her clit throbbing just from his words, her pussy dripping against the broad head of his larger shaft. She wanted what he was describing, she admitted to herself. And yet, she feared it too. He was so big.
“Is that…is that the only way to Bond a woman to you?” she’d asked, her voice coming out breathless.
Brux had nodded gravely, the head of his larger cock sliding against her clit with agonizing slowness as the head of the shorter one nudged against her rosebud.
“That is the way that Lykans Bond—we must have both shafts buried to the hilt in our woman. We have to be tied together and pounding her pussy and ass until she’s sobbing and coming and begging to be bred. Because most of the time, Bonding means breeding.”
“Breeding?” Kiera had asked, her voice coming out high and uncertain.
“That’s right.” Both big hands cupped the curve of her belly. “We Lykans can’t bond with our mate without flooding her womb with our cum. And that often causes spontaneous ovulation which leads to…”
“Pregnancy,” Kiera whispered, finishing the thought for him.
“Mmm—hmm.” He nodded and pressed against her even harder. “Breeding is part of Bonding. If you ever decide to Bond with a Lykan, you have to accept that–accept that he’s probably going to fill your womb with life when he Bonds you to him.”
“Does…does it show all at once?” Kiera had asked him. She remembered Iyanna telling her that when she’d gotten Bonded to Dra’vik, it had made her instantly three months pregnant.
“It can–it happens sometimes that the pregnancy accelerates rapidly,” He murmured. “You can’t tell–that’s part of the uncertainty of Bonding with a Lykan.”
Now, as she remembered his words, Kiera admitted to herself that she wasn’t ready for that much uncertainty–not yet.
She cared for Brux more every day, with a kind of wonder that still startled her when she let herself think about it—but Breeding and Bonding were big commitments–forever commitments. A Bond that tied them together for life was a very big thing.
But what she was planning now was different–this she could do.
Because right now it wasn’t about forever–it was about keeping Brux in his humanoid form–pulling him back from the void that threatened to suck him in and keep him away from her forever.
All of these thoughts ran through her head in a matter of minutes. Brux was still standing on the edge of the pool, breathing hard and shaking, his gold eyes wild and unfocused. When Kiera came toward him, he made a rough sound in his throat that was almost her name and almost a plea.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, though she wasn’t sure whether she was speaking to him or to herself. “I’ve got you, now. I’ve got you.”
Then she put both hands on his chest and pushed.
Brux went down onto his back beside the pool with a startled grunt, shallow water splashing up around them. For one split second he looked too confused to fight her, which was good because Kiera wasn’t sure she could have moved him if he’d resisted. He was still enormous—still all hard muscle and dense fur and dangerous male strength, even half—lost.
But he didn’t fight–he only looked up at her, dazed and desperate and frighteningly gorgeous in his half—animal way.
Quickly, so she wouldn’t lose her nerve, Kiera climbed over him and threw one leg across his hips, straddling him. The heat of his body rose up into hers at once…so did the heat of his arousal.