Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
His cock is getting bigger, thicker. There’s another knot forming inside my ravaged pussy, a twisted natural function designed to increase the chances he gets to knock me up.
“Now you’re feeling it, aren’t you, little fucking brat,” he snarls, thrusting in, even though the extra girth makes it almost impossible. He fucks me until he can’t fuck me anymore, until he has to come inside me, filling me up for a second time.
I end up limp and weak over the chair, leaking semen and feeling far too dazed and confused to orient myself to the situation I am now in. What the fuck is happening to me. Why am I letting this happen? Why aren’t I fighting harder?
Stupid body. Stupid wolf nature. Stupid having the instincts I always try to repress.
I do not have time for this.
I really don’t have time for this.
“It’s our turn. My turn,” Tailor says. I hear his voice as if it is coming from a distance.
I push up from the chair. “I can’t. I have to go.”
Tailor steps forward, caresses my cheek, then gives my face a little tap. Not quite a slap, not quite not one.
“I know you’re a little rebel,” he says. “But we are much bigger rebels, and we know how to keep order. It’s going to hurt you to disobey us.”
There’s something about this one. He’s sort of elegant, and probably somewhat twisted. Conroy is straightforward rough and domineering. Tailor is going to have his way with me too. I am anticipating that right now. I can feel myself tingling again, and not just because I have been ravaged twice.
I am so hungry for him. For all of them. I am adrift on a sea of mating hormones that make me feel as though I am going absolutely mad. But the fact remains I am on a dangerous mission, and now is not the time for me to get sidetracked.
“I need a break,” I say. “Just a little time.”
“Okay. Just a little while,” Tailor says.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” I say.
“She should be accompanied.”
“I can pee alone,” I say, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. Bathrooms are great because they always have a lock on the door. I make use of that lock, and then immediately try to climb out the bathroom window. It’s an old trick, but it’s worth trying because it’s the only option I have right now.
Creak… Bam!
They’re onto me quickly. The second the hinge squeaks, the door bursts open and three wolves come pouring in. Conroy grabs me furiously and pulls me close to his face, his teeth snapping at the end of my nose.
“Don’t you dare run away,” he growls, as if he’s personally insulted by my attempted escape.
“Let me go!” I don’t know why I bother saying that. Obviously he doesn’t care what I have to say, or what I want, or what I need.
“No.”
“I have to go. Don’t ask why, just let me go.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Conroy snarls at me.
“Okay. Fine. You want me for your own? You don’t even know me. You idiots think I’m just out here for the taking.”
“You quite literally were.”
“Yeah, and now you’ve knotted me and come inside me. Moron.”
“If you don’t start talking with some respect, you’re going to be crying from having a cock in your ass.” Conroy’s threat is vicious, cruel, and more than a little bit frightening.
My eyes narrow at him, and I decide not to tell him in just what way he is fucking up. Fuck him. He might be my mate, but I don’t have to like him. A mate is just a cock nature chose to fuck me. It doesn’t mean he’s a good guy, or even worth basic decency.
Damon
Conroy thinks he can brute force every problem. He’s often right, but with this little minx, he’s wrong. She can’t be forced. She can be pinned down, fucked, mated, bred, but none of that is going to get to the core of her. He’s being especially bull-headed right now. She probably thinks he is stupid. He isn’t. He’s just stubborn. As is she.
I don’t like talking. Words are a waste most of the time. Action suffices. But I know the subject is going to come up sooner rather than later.
Conroy drags her back into the lounge, where she stands, furious and naked. I find a blanket for her and wrap it around her shoulders, covering her body. I indicate that I will wash her clothes, and she follows me as I take them to the washroom, which is located next to the bathroom.
She watches as I load her clothes into the washing machine, taking off all the bits and pieces that would be ruined in the machine, or ruin the machine. She is silent with me, and the quiet between us feels very calm.