Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes! I knew she’d be here if we told the Packmaster she was getting ripe!” Drake stared at me eagerly in a way that made me feel like a piece of meat in a butcher’s case.
I had never had any man look at me with such naked, unrestrained lust before. That was probably because in the ordinary world, you couldn’t just eye-fuck any pretty girl you saw. Of course, in the Were world, things were different. He could look at me that way because he knew no one would try to stop him from taking me—from raping me.
The thought made me sick.
“Hey, little girl—we’re coming for you!” Drake shouted at me.
“That’s right—let’s double team her, Drake!” Billy elbowed his friend enthusiastically. “Let’s double knot her like we were gonna in the store.”
“Fine, but I get her pussy. Wanna be sure to plant my baby in her belly tonight.” Drake leered at me and made a crude hand gesture. “Hear that, little girl? You’re mine tonight—mine and Billy’s.”
“Yeah, and we’re gonna fuck you so hard you’ll be dripping cum for a month!” Billy vowed.
Their words made my blood run cold. I looked around for help, but there was none. Lisa had moved away and Tara—who had been so sympathetic earlier—was now giving me a distinctly unfriendly look. I remembered that she had wanted Drake Wilkes for herself—though how any woman could desire such a crude, disgusting, loud-mouthed, would-be rapist I couldn’t fathom.
“All right now, everyone—let’s get this party started!”
Packmaster Sanders’ voice rang out over the clearing. A cheer went up—mostly from the Alphas—and he raised his hands for silence.
“Now, you all know how this works—there’s going to be a whole lot of fucking tonight!” he shouted. “Whole lot of knotting and breeding! I want you boys to do the best you can to give this lot of bitches big bellies.”
Another cheer went up—the men in the group obviously couldn’t wait.
“So before we can start, you all need to strip,” he went on. “Go on,” he added. “Take it off—all of it. Alphas and bitches too.”
All around me, people started stripping off their clothes. The men were shucking eagerly out of their jeans and work boots and the women were taking off their clothes in a matter-of-fact way and folding them neatly. They placed their outfits on a long bench I hadn’t seen earlier, under one of the biggest trees.
I just stood there shivering. I didn’t want to take off my clothes. The wind was chilly but that wasn’t why—I didn’t want all these strangers to see me naked. I didn’t mind Jack seeing me—I felt safe and loved with him. But there was no way in hell I wanted Drake Wilkes and Billy Masters seeing me in the nude.
But Packmaster Sanders noticed my noncompliance and pointed at me.
“Hey, you—Madison Lawrence,” he snapped, calling me out by name like a naughty child misbehaving during a school field trip. “You need to get undressed right now, young lady! Or do I have to get someone to undress you?” he added ominously.
“Me! Me—I’ll do it, Packmaster!” Billy exclaimed. “Drake and me will strip her down in no time!”
“Yeah—we’d be happy to do it, Packmasster,” Drake echoed, giving me another lecherous look.
“That’s not necessary,” I said quickly. Taking a few steps back, I turned around and started pulling off my clothes. I wished I could at least keep my underwear on, but everyone around me was completely nude by now and I was sure I wouldn’t be allowed.
Slowly, I folded my clothes, hiding the sodden wads of toilet paper, which were soaked with the nectar I was leaking, in my blouse. I noticed as I went to put my clothes on the bench with everyone else’s that the other women around me had leaking breasts too. The nectar flowing from their nipples looked silver in the moonlight.
“Now, you all know how this works,” Packmaster Sanders shouted as I finished with my clothes. “The bitches get a five minute head start and then the Alphas get after them. Ladies—run, run as fast as you can,” he added, talking to us. “And gentlemen—if you can catch a bitch, you can fuck her,” he finished to a general roar of laughter from the men and polite titters from the women.
“Just a few more reminders,” Sanders went on, when the laughter had died down. “There will be no—I repeat—no breeding in Fur Form! I know some of you are strong enough Alphas to change, even though the moon isn’t completely full but that doesn’t matter. We uphold the Unbreakable Laws here and if I hear of anyone breaking them, there’re gonna be hell to pay. Understood?”
There were murmurs of agreement and I thought some of the women looked relieved. It made me wonder if this particular “Unbreakable Law” wasn’t quite as unbreakable as they liked to pretend.