Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Do what we saw your father doing to my mother!” I exclaimed, jerking against Christopher’s restraining hands—not that it did me any good. He might be a Beta but he was still much bigger and stronger than I was.
Gabriel leaned forward and cupped my cheek.
“I’m not going to breed you, baby and neither is Christopher,” he murmured. “We’re your brothers—that would be incest.”
“Then why are you unbuttoning my blouse?” I demanded.
“Because I need to see if you have any signs of Heat Fever—which is what happens sometimes when a female Were goes into her Heat Cycle and she isn’t attended by an Alpha,” he explained. “It can be very fucking dangerous so just be a good girl and let me see.”
I didn’t know if I believed him about the “Heat Fever” but it seemed I was trapped. I stopped struggling and just watched as he finished unbuttoning my blouse and spread it wide to bare my white cotton bra.
The bra clasped in the front and Gabriel unclipped it with practiced ease, as though he’d done this kind of thing before. I was sure he had—he was a handsome man—a younger version of his father, though he didn’t have a beard or Esteban’s black, soulless eyes. Plenty of girls probably let him take off their bras.
I moaned softly as my older stepbrother peeled back the white cotton cups, revealing my swollen breasts. Sure enough, they looked larger than they had when I had taken a shower that morning. The bra straps had left cruel red marks on my shoulders where they had cut into my flesh.
But it wasn’t my shoulders I was staring at—it was my nipples. In addition to looking bigger and feeling incredibly sensitive, they had changed color. They were no longer light pink but a dark, ominous red.
“Oh my God!” I whispered unsteadily as Gabriel, who was kneeling on the floor in front of me, reached out to cup my full mounds.
“Her breasts have definitely gotten bigger,” he said, speaking to Christopher.
“Her nipples are so big…and so red,” was my other stepbrother’s remark. I could feel him looking over my shoulder as Gabriel weighed my breasts in his hands.
He shook his head.
“This isn’t a good sign. I need to see if you’re making nectar, Zoe,” he said to me.
“Nectar? What’s that? I…ohhh!” I gasped, because he had taken my tight nipples between his thumbs and fingers and was squeezing and tugging them in a way that was nearly unbearable.
I moaned and writhed in Christopher’s lap but he held me firmly and I couldn’t get away as Gabriel continued to tug on my tight peaks. The thing was that even though my nipples were so incredibly tender, what he was doing didn’t feel bad. In fact, it felt good—incredibly good. It almost felt like every time he tugged or twisted my nipples, he shot bolts of pleasure right down to my pussy—which was getting wetter and hotter than ever!
After a few minutes of this, though, Gabriel stopped and shook his head.
“I don’t see any nectar so that’s good at least—it proves you’re only having a partial Heat Cycle, not a full one.”
“What about the Heat Fever, though—she’s burning up!” Christopher protested.
“I don’t know—I’ll have to check her pussy and see if she’s making slick,” Gabriel remarked.
“What? No—you can’t!” I began struggling again. I was sure by now that I had started my period again and I was embarrassed to let them see me all bloody.
Gabriel put his big hands on my knees and looked into my eyes.
“We can do this the easy way…or the hard way, little mouse,” he said sternly. “I’m not going to hurt you but I have to know what’s going on with you. If you get Heat Fever and die while I’m supposed to be watching you, the Pack Master will kill me and Christopher too.”
“No, he won’t—you’re his sons!” I protested.
Gabriel frowned at me sternly, his eyes flashing silver.
“He told us to guard you with our fucking lives and that’s what he meant,” he growled. “I like you, Zoe—more than I thought I would when you first came here. But I don’t like you enough to die for you. Now are you going to be a good girl and let me check your pussy, or does Christopher have to rip your panties off and hold your legs open for me?”
He was holding my eyes with his as he spoke and I felt unable to look away.
“I…I’m really wet down there, Gabriel,” I said in a small voice. “I’m afraid…I think I might have…might have started my period again.”
He shook his head.
“No—I don’t smell any blood. Do you Christopher?”
I could feel my other stepbrother shaking his head.
“No. No blood.”
“Which means it might be slick—I need to find out,” Gabriel said. “Now will you be good and let me take off your panties?”