Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Please,” I sobbed, not even sure what I was asking for. “Please, Kor, please—I need it.”
“I know, baby,” he murmured, his own breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire.
He increased the pace of his strokes, his fingers circling relentlessly over the tight button of my clit through the soaked fabric.
“I know exactly what you need. I can feel how hard your little clit is under my fingers. I can feel your pussy trying to clench around something that isn’t there. You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes… oh, Goddess, yes…” I moaned.
“I wish I could take these little bikini bottoms off and give you what you want—what you need,” he growled. “But you know I can’t.”
“I know,” I moaned, but my hips were still moving, bucking to the rhythm of his fingers rubbing me.
His hand stilled. Not pulling away, but stopping the motion that was carrying me higher. The sudden cessation was a shock—the peak was right there, shimmering just out of reach. A frustrated, broken cry escaped me.
“Kor, please!” I moaned.
“I can’t,” he repeated, his voice thick with regret and unsated desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing my forehead in a kiss that was heartbreakingly chaste compared to the hot, dirty things he’d just been telling me. “The law won’t let me. And I won’t break it for you, Vivienne. Even though I want to. Even though it’s killing me.”
The ache between my legs was a throbbing, hollow thing. The pleasure had been wound so tight, and now it had nowhere to go. I felt flushed, desperate, and utterly, painfully unfinished. I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me, an expression of torment and restraint on his face.
I felt a surge of desire mixed with impatience. He’d brought me to the very brink using only words and the ghost of a touch. He’d shown me a glimpse of a pleasure I was forever denied.
As the sun lamp beat down on my damp, trembling skin, I knew one thing with absolute certainty. I had never wanted anything—or anyone—more in my entire life than Korwyn Jamison.
And I could never have him.
TWENTY-FOUR
VIVIENNE
I went to bed, empty and aching. I was so sexually frustrated I thought I might scream and yet I knew that Kor had done the right thing. If we had gone any further, we surely would have broken the Unbreakable Laws.
The thing was, I wasn’t used to feeling sexually needy at all. Maybe it was because I had suppressed that part of myself so fiercely for so many years, but even back when I had Heat Cycles, they were so mild I barely felt them.
I remembered hearing other woman in the pack whisper about how they got so hot they couldn’t help themselves—they had to beg their husbands to breed them at all hours of the day and night.
I had never been able to understand that. The thought of Carter breeding me just made me vaguely ill. Even on my Cycle, I didn’t want him. I only felt mildly irritated between my legs and once or twice my breasts ached. I never produced the nectar that filled most female Were’s breasts at that time—of which I was glad. I didn’t want to ask Carter to suck it out. I never wanted any part of his body near mine and the thought of his mouth on my nipples made me sick.
But the thought of Kor sucking my nipples filled me with warmth. As I lay sleepless in bed, I couldn’t help remembering all the dirty things he’d told me he wanted to do to me. The way he wanted to touch me, and taste me and knot me…
Stop it—stop thinking about it, I told myself fiercely. You know you can’t have him—and you’ve already gone way further than you should. Just try to forget it and get some sleep.
But I wasn’t sleepy—I was hungry—and not for food. My whole body was crying out for something I couldn’t give it—something I could never have.
I thought about trying to touch myself, but the lessons I’d learned as a child were too strong. Just the idea of putting my fingers between my legs made me feel cold with guilt.
So I lay there, tossing and turning and needing, until at last, I fell into a troubled sleep.
I was in the woods again, running from the wolf. The full moon shone down overhead, gilding everything with silvery light. I could hear it coming behind me, howling and panting and I knew it wanted to breed me.
And this time, I knew I wanted to let it.
But I couldn’t, I told myself—I must keep running. It was wrong to stop and let him mount me. Wrong to spread my thighs for his thick cock…his huge knot. Wrong to moan and gasp and rut in the grass with his huge form bearing me down, filling me…fucking me…