Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“Are you feeling…hungry again?” I ask hesitantly.
Kane’s pale eyes are half-lidded as he looks me up and down.
“Fucking ravenous, baby,” he growls.
“Do you want to…to touch yourself while you look at me?” I offer breathlessly. “Or maybe…do you want me to touch you?”
My hand hovers over the hard ridge in his sleep trousers. I know I shouldn’t but really, would it be so bad? I’d just be giving him a hand job. That’s not a big deal, right?
Kane’s pale eyes are burning with hunger.
“You sure you’d feel okay with that, baby?” he growls softly. “Touching me, I mean?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I try not to sound too eager. I can’t forget how big he looked when I watched him touch himself last night but then I could only see the shadow of what he was doing because it was so dark in the room. I want to see him in person—up close with the lights on.
“Then go ahead.” Kane spreads his arms, offering himself. “Touch me however you want.”
I don’t even hesitate. I peel down the front of his gray sleep trousers and my eyes go wide when I see my prize. He’s huge. So big that when I finally take his shaft in my hand, my fingers won’t wrap all the way around it.
Kane draws in a hissing breath as I handle him and I freeze.
“Everything okay? Did I do it wrong?” I ask anxiously.
“No, baby—you’re doing it so damn right,” he assures me. “Don’t stop—love the feel of your soft little hands on me.”
Encouraged by his response, I take a firmer grip and begin to stroke him up and down. He groans and shifts his hips, spreading his thighs wider as he thrusts into my hand. His cock feels like warm, velvety steel in my palm but I want to see more of it—I want to see all of it.
Impatiently, I push the gray sleep trousers down until Kane lifts himself obligingly so they fall down to around his ankles. I start stroking the entire length of him now and let me tell you, there’s a lot to stroke. I wonder how he ever fits this monster inside a girl to have sex at all.
And then I see something strange…down near the base of his cock is a kind of swelling that’s considerably thicker than the rest of his shaft.
“Er…what’s this?” I ask, running my fingers over it.
“God!” He bucks his hips again, clearly loving my touch. “That…that’s my knot, baby,” he says and his voice is a deep, hungry growl.
“Your what?” I frown.
“It has to do with my pack—er, I mean, it’s something I inherited from my father,” he explains. “It’s part of me—a sign of my people. Like this.” He shows me the brand on his wrist—the one I wanted to ask about earlier. “See, my father was in a kind of, uh, club,” he explains. “A club with people that all have the same genetic markers. And I inherited them from him.”
“Oh. My dad had a brand like that, too,” I say, pointing at his wrist.
“He did?” His eyebrows shoot up.
“Uh-huh.” I nod. “But I don’t think I inherited any kind of, uh, genetic markers from him. Nothing like your knot, at least.” I stroke it again, using my nails to tickle it and Kane groans aloud. “Tell me more about it—what does it do?”
“It swells inside a woman’s pussy when I’m fucking her,” he growls. “It ties us together and helps me breed her—makes it more likely she’ll get pregnant when I shoot my cum deep inside her.”
Oh God, why did I imagine him doing that to me when he said it? Why do his words, spoken in that low, growling voice, make me feel so hot? I try to make myself sound normal.
“Really?” I look at the knot uncertainly—it seems like it’s gotten bigger since I started stroking it. I can’t imagine having it in my pussy. Of course, I shouldn’t be imagining having any part of my big brother’s cock in my pussy, but my mind won’t stop showing me pictures—really naughty ones. I try to push them away and concentrate on stroking him.
Kane groans again.
“God, you’re driving me fucking crazy baby!”
“You like it when I touch you like this?” I ask him. “Do you like to watch me do it?”
“I love to watch your tits when you’re stroking me,” he growls hoarsely. “Love the way they jiggle. Fucking hot!”
Impulsively, I shrug my shoulders and let the spaghetti straps of my gown slither down my arms. The pale pink gown falls low, baring my breasts and my tight nipples which are aching with need.
“God, baby—so fucking beautiful!” Kane growls. “Can I touch them?”
“If…if you want to.” I lean even closer, thrusting my breasts out as I continue to stroke him up and down with one hand.