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)
He shrugs.
“He was a Beta—their knots are tiny.”
“But…an Alpha has a much bigger, uh, knot?” I ask. I remember seeing something like that last night when I saw him naked, but at the time I thought it was a trick of the shadows. Now I wish I would have taken a longer look.
He shoots me a glance.
“Yes. Quite a bit bigger.”
“Okay, so what…what does that mean?” I’m hot with embarrassment but determined to get answers. “What does it mean—knotting? Is it just when the knot, er, goes in?”
“Knotting is part of breeding,” he tells me. We’re in the driveway now and he turns to look at me as he talks. I find I’m gazing into his eyes and I can’t look away.
“And what’s entailed in breeding?” I ask. “I mean how…how does it happen?”
“Normally the female gets into breeding position—on her hands and knees with her legs spread.” His voice is a soft growl and his eyes are half-lidded. “The male is behind her—fucking her. When he gets ready to breed her, he slides all the way in and his knot swells to tie the two of them together. That way when he shoots his cum inside her, the knot keeps it from leaking out.”
“Oh,” I whisper and I still can’t break eye contact. As embarrassing as this is, I can feel my body reacting. The cab of the truck is filled with his scent—that dark fur and leather spice that makes me feel like I need to be near him.
I can’t help picturing myself on all fours on the bed with Logan behind me, rutting into me. I wonder how it would feel to have the huge cock I glimpsed last night inside me, filling me up the way Dirk never could because honestly, he was kind of small in that department. Not that I’ve had much to compare him to.
The mental image of Logan knotting me is almost too much to bear. A feeling of what I can only describe as sexual hunger sweeps over me and I have to bite back a moan.
“So how long…how long does that last? The, uh, knotting I mean,” I say, wishing my voice wouldn’t come out sounding so breathless.
Logan shrugs lazily, his broad shoulders rolling.
“Could be a long time—over an hour. It lets the male come over and over, bathing her womb with his seed. It usually gives the female multiple orgasms, too,” he adds.
I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something soon.
“Oh, that’s…that’s nice,” I say. “I mean, thank you for explaining. Dirk, he never…I mean, I don’t think he ever, uh, did that to me.”
“He couldn’t knot you if he didn’t have much of a knot,” Logan says. “And you might have had sex, but it’s not breeding unless the knot’s involved.”
“I see.” I’m nearly panting and I’m afraid if I don’t get out of the truck soon—away from his incredible scent—I’m going to lose it and kiss him. And I know I can’t do that—it wrong—all kinds of wrong to start having feelings for my brother-in-law.
Logan seems to think the same thing.
“Well—we’d better get inside,” he remarks. He opens his door, which lets in a cold rush of Autumn wind. The crisp smell of dried leaves swirls around me, freeing me of the spell I was under a moment ago.
“Yes, we should,” I agree, opening my own door.
“Don’t try to get down on your own,” Logan cautions. He comes around to lift me down. But when my feet touch the pavement, his eyes linger on my face and his hands linger on my waist.
I look up at him, wondering if we’re going to kiss again. I can still remember the taste of his mouth…how hungry I felt for him—I’m still hungry if I’m being honest. He’s looking at my mouth and my heart is pounding. We can’t do this…we can’t do this…
Are we about to do this?
No, because Logan pulls away.
“Let’s get inside—it’s cold out here,” he says, his deep voice coming out hoarse.
“Yeah—freezing,” I agree, though to be honest, I’m burning up. I don’t know why I’m so hot—it’s almost like I have a fever. I unzip the coat I’m wearing and open it, hoping the cold wind will cool me down. It only helps a little.
I wonder if I really am going into Heat, like Dr. Elizabeth predicted I might. I hope not because Logan can’t really help me the way she recommended. It would be wrong—beyond wrong—to let my brother-in-law knot me and breed me.
Right?
Of course it would be wrong, I lecture myself. But maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let him massage me. I’m still clutching the bottle of special lotion Dr. Elizabeth gave me. She told me I would need an Alpha’s Touch, right? So really, we’d just be following doctor’s orders.