Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
He couldn’t understand—why was she denying him?
21
ANDI
The minute the two women were through the door into the other room, Andi pushed back from the table and jumped up. Her panties were drenched, both from Cade’s licking and from all her juices, and her legs were trembling. She felt right on the brink of orgasm but at the same time, she knew she couldn’t let herself come. She had to calm down and stop this right now!
“No!” she said to Cade, who crawled out from under the table and was looking up at her with a confused frown on his face. “No, that was bad! You can’t…can’t do that to me! Especially when we’re around other people!”
Cade made a soft, possessive growl and came forward. He tried to get his face under her skirt again, but Andi swatted him away.
“No!” she exclaimed again. She couldn’t help thinking that she had never felt so conflicted in her life! On one hand, Cade was her coworker and once she got him back to his right mind, he was doubtless going to be upset that she had allowed him to do such a thing to her. On the other hand, his tongue had felt amazing, even through the thin panel of her panties.
Her ex, Herbert, had never showed an inclination to taste her—he said it was “too wet and slippery” and it “grossed him out.” Andi had never dated anyone else who was especially enthusiastic about going down on a woman either, so this was a new experience—one that she secretly wanted more of—even though she knew she shouldn’t. What was Cade going to say when he got back to his right mind?
At that moment, Flow-da came back into the dining room.
“Hey there, is everything all right?” she asked Andi in a low voice. “Are you having trouble controlling him?” She nodded at Cade, who was trying to get his face under the skirt of Andi’s dress yet again.
“Yes, I’m afraid so,” Andi admitted, pushing the big Hybrid away. “Stop it, Cade! Stop it, I said!”
“Well, you’d better take him back to your room and give him some Sweet Drops,” Flow-da advised. “Or the next minute you know, he’ll be mounting you! And you know Goodie Tight-azz won’t stand for that.”
“But he’s my coworker!” Andi protested. “I can’t let him suck my nipples!”
“I’m afraid it’s either that or getting mounted and knotted and bred,” Flow-da told her. “I’ve seen this kind of behavior in Manimals before—they get more and more excited and if you don’t give them your Sweet Drops to calm them down, they can get pretty aggressive.”
“Like the wild Manimal packs?” Andi asked, her heart in her throat as she remembered their barking cries of “Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck!”
“I’m afraid so,” Flow-da said, nodding. “They just tend to get so naughty when they’re horny, you know? Come on—let’s go back to the bedchambers,” she added. “Away from prying eyes, if you know what I mean. Hartford, come!” she added and her Manimal came trotting over obediently on all fours.
“Cade, up. I said up!” Andi made a motion with her hand, trying to get her Protector to stand. She figured that if she got him on his feet, he couldn’t get his head under her skirt again.
But though she was fairly sure that he understood her since he had obeyed this particular command before, Cade refused to stand. He just growled softly and stayed where he was, on all fours. He was giving her a look that was equal parts resentful and lustful. It was slightly unnerving, to tell the truth.
“Oh, all right, be that way,” Andi said crossly and hurried to catch up with Flow-da, who was already leaving the dining room.
“Hurry, I think I hear Goodie Tight-azz,” her new friend murmured, as Andi caught up with her.
“I’ve certainly had enough of her to last me for a while. Was everything she said about women going out to ‘get mounted’ by the wild Manimal packs true?” Andi asked under her breath as the two women made their way down the curving hallway with Cade and Hartford trailing behind them. “I mean, it’s not—is it? Who would want to go be raped by a bunch of wild men?”
“Well, mostly it’s an excuse women can use when they turn up pregnant because they let their Manimal mount them,” Flow-da murmured. “I mean, you can’t be blamed that way, you know? It’s what I was going to say if Hartford gave me a big belly,” she added confidentially. “But I have heard of a few women who went out to meet the packs on purpose. It’s said to be best if you can just find two or three wild Manimals roving together—nobody wants to be mounted by the entire pack,” she added with a shiver.
“But…why would they do that?” Andi asked, shaking her head. “Even two or three sounds like too much to me!”