Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I should have just gone to the guest room that night and tried again later—I know that now. But at the time, I was beginning to feel desperate to be with him. I wasn’t in Heat—not exactly. But even when they’re not in Heat, female Weres have a very high sex drive. We crave sex like a starving man craves food, which was something I was only just starting to find out.
I got Cole to fondle my breasts—which I knew he loved—by asking for his opinion on if they were too big or not. I really did have a human guy tell me they were—but Cole didn’t seem to agree. He even told me my breasts were perfect as he thumbed my nipples gently.
Sparks of pleasure were floating through my whole body and I was high on the sensation of finally having my big brother’s hands on me in the way that I needed them.
And then I became overconfident and went too far. I asked him to touch my pussy too—to see if I was “too wet.” In my defense, I really didn’t know if I was or not. My pussy had only just started getting wet and the amount of honey I made seemed excessive to me.
Once again, Cole assured me that I was all right—that my body was beautiful and normal and good. I can’t tell you how much his validation meant to me. And he was being so gentle too—not rough like they were in the porn vids I’d watched. He stroked my clit so gently, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. I desperately wanted more and it seemed like Cole did too.
And then everything changed.
He suddenly pulled away from me and got a look of disgust on his face. Not for me, I don’t think—maybe for himself and what he’d allowed himself to do to me—the way he’d allowed himself to touch me.
I should have left then and there—should have let him cool off. We could have talked about it later and I could have tried again. But no—I got scared that he would leave me and that made me desperate.
I offered myself to him in a way no little sister should ever offer herself to her big brother. I even assumed the breeding position and told him he could knot me and give me a breeding bump if he wanted to. Was I scared of his huge cock? Yes I was. But was I willing to take it if that was the only way I could have him? Also, yes.
But I had gone too far. My offer to let him knot and breed me horrified my big brother. So much so that he left the house completely.
I spent the night crying in the bed, pressing my face to his pillow to breathe in his scent, which was all he had left behind. But I never dreamed what he would do next—I never imagined he would put me out of his life for good and never want to see me again.
Try to imagine how devastated I felt. My only family—the one man in the world I depended on for love and connection and emotional support—was suddenly gone. Cole left me—abandoned me like both sets of parents before him.
It was more painful than I can say—I seriously considered ending things for two or three months. I was right on the edge.
But then I began to think more rationally. It occurred to me that the only reason Cole didn’t want to be with me was the stupid Pack Law that said we were brother and sister, even though there were no blood ties between us. That adoption ceremony his parents had performed had sealed our fate…at least as far as the Unbreakable Laws were concerned.
The thing was, though, that I knew that he loved me—all the times he’d held and comforted and protected me told me that. And I knew that he wanted me too—how many times had I watched him jerk off and groan my name when he came?
So it was just that stupid Unbreakable Law standing between us. And I was determined to overcome it. But first, I had to get Cole back into my life. And that was not easy.
All through my childhood and adolescence, I had been a model of good behavior. But now I started getting into trouble on a regular basis. I got speeding tickets and parking tickets. I joined protests where I knew I would get arrested. I even pretended I was joining an MLM—I sent Cole an email, asking him how much I should put into it to start with.
But every time, my big brother came and cleaned up my mess, he immediately left again. Left me alone and lonely, starving for his love.
I think if he would have moved on, maybe mated with another female Were, I would have been able to give up on him. But he didn’t. Even though every eligible Were female in the Pack—and some from outside Packs as well—were throwing themselves at him, Cole never gave any of them the time of day. As far as I could tell, watching him from afar, he was celibate and miserable and so was I.