Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Well…what does that mean?” Poppy looks confused and frustrated.
“It simply means you’ll need your husband to knot you and breed you frequently,” the doctor says soothingly. “And you’ll need an Alpha’s touch. Luckily for you, you’re married to one.” She gives me a bright smile.
“An Alpha’s touch?” I ask. This is new to me. I’m already worried enough about the possibility of Poppy going into Heat since there’s no way I can actually breed her and knot her—not without breaking the Unbreakable Laws.
“Yes—she’s going to need to be near you and you’re going to need to touch her a lot,” Dr. Elizabeth clarifies. “It’s perfectly normal, especially in first pregnancies. Having an Alpha near will help the pup grow strong and it will ease the mother’s nerves.”
“It will?” Poppy is giving me a sidelong glance and I’m not sure what to say.
“Of course. When you’re close to her, she breathes in your scent and feels safe and protected—your touch intensifies that feeling. And when the mother feels calm and cared for, it translates to the pup as well,” Dr. Elizabeth explains.
“But how exactly is Logan supposed to, um, touch me?” Poppy’s cheeks are bright scarlet and her embarrassment is almost palpable.
“Well, in cases like this, I recommend nightly massages—that’s good for you anyway—it eases tension. I have a special lotion you can use—you can pick it up on the way out from the front desk,” Dr. Elizabeth tells her. “Have your husband rub it all over you, paying special attention to your belly and breasts and inner thighs. If you keep it up throughout the pregnancy, you may be able to avoid getting stretch marks.” She smiles brightly. “I mean, I don’t make any promises but my other patients swear by it.”
Poppy still looks extremely embarrassed and I hardly know what to say either. I know we’re pretending that I’m her husband instead of her brother-in-law but I can’t actually do these things to her—can I? Well, I mean, I guess technically the massage part wouldn’t be so bad—that’s not breaking the Unbreakable Law. But I don’t know how Poppy will feel about having my hands on her.
Of course, my Wolf has no objections to any of it. I can feel him inside me, growling that we need to claim Poppy as our own—that we need to knot her and breed her and make her ours. And just the thought of doing that—of taking her in breeding position—on all fours with her legs spread for me and her full breasts hanging down, swaying with every thrust as she moans my name and begs for more…
No, stop it! I have to stop this. I’m getting hard like a fucking horny teenager! I push the thoughts aside ruthlessly. Poppy is off-limits. End of discussion.
“…so don’t forget the cream at the front desk. Next time you come, we might be able to tell the sex of the pup,” Dr. Elizabeth is saying and I realize we’re wrapping this up. She leans forward and gives Poppy a card. “That’s my private phone number,” she says. “I don’t usually hand it out, but I know this is all new for you. If you have any other questions about having a healthy Were pregnancy, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
“Oh…thank you.” Poppy nods gratefully and tucks the card into her purse. “I really appreciate that.”
Dr. Elizabeth smiles.
“I’m here to help.”
And then the visit is over. But somehow I feel like it gave us both more questions than answers.
14
POPPY
“Well that was…interesting,” I say, as we ride home in Logan’s truck.
“Mmm-hmm,” is his only answer.
We’re already halfway home and it’s been silent up until now, mainly because we don’t know what to say to each other, I think.
I’m sitting in the passenger seat, clutching the bottle of lotion Dr. Elizabeth recommended. It’s pale pink and smells slightly sweet—a nice, neutral scent. But I can’t help imagining Logan’s big hands smoothing it all over my skin…rubbing all over my belly and breasts and thighs…
No—I can’t be thinking like this about my brother-in-law! I try to push the thought away, but I can’t. I keep picturing myself lying on the bed, open for him, as he rubs his warm hands all over me.
The forbidden thoughts seem to have a physical effect on me. My nipples are starting to feel tight and my pussy is aching. I press my thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the sexual discomfort.
“So what’s ‘knotting?’” I blurt out, trying to make conversation. It’s something Dr. Elizabeth mentioned several times, but I have no idea what she meant.
Logan’s face goes red and he glances in my direction.
“You really don’t know?”
I shake my head.
“No—what is it?”
He clears his throat.
“A male Were has a knot—a kind of swelling—at the base of his shaft. His cock, you know?”
“Oh…” I feel my eyes going wide with understanding. “But…Dirk didn’t have anything like that,” I protest.