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)
By the time he got to “Five,” both Alphas were long gone into the woods. He lowered his shotgun slowly and turned to me.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Princess?”
“I am now.” I snuggled close to him. “But please, Daddy—don’t ever make me have to go through that again! Just the feeling of some other man touching me makes me feel so sick and crazy and…awful.”
“It does?” He frowned at me. “Just the touch of their skin on yours makes you sick?”
I nodded, trying to think how to explain.
“When any other Were male but you touches me I feel so…it’s like I went diving naked in a dumpster full of live bugs,” I said, hoping that would convey the utter revulsion I felt. “I just can’t stand it. If they had actually…actually bred me, I’m not sure my mind could have taken it. Just having Billy’s hand on my wrist made me feel like my skin was trying to crawl off my body!”
Jack sighed and shook his head.
“Well, Dr. Keller did say you were imprinted on me—I just didn’t know how strongly.”
“You’re the only one who feels right to me,” I told him earnestly. “The only one I want to knot and breed me. Please, Daddy!”
“All right, all right.” He put his free arm around me. “Come on—let’s get you home.”
“And then you’ll breed me?” I asked eagerly. Despite the awful situation I’d been through that night, the need to be bred was still a constant force inside me. My breasts were so heavy with nectar by this time it almost felt like they might burst and now that I was near my guardian again, my pussy was slick with need.
But Jack shook his head.
“No, Princess—I can’t breed you,” he said firmly. “But maybe we can at least find a way to back your Heat Cycle down until we can come up with some other solution. Come on now—before those two little assholes tell the Packmaster and they come looking for us.”
He led me out of the forest in a round-about way to a place where his jeep was parked. I supposed being a Park Ranger had its perks—he probably knew these woods better than anyone else.
Jack gave me his t-shirt to wear—it was a welcome relief not to be naked anymore—and we drove back to his cabin.
But I couldn’t help wondering…if he wasn’t going to breed me, what else could he do to help me with the ever-growing urgency of my Heat?
SIXTEEN
“Bath first,” Jack said, as soon as we walked into the cabin. “You’re a mess, Princess.”
Which was the absolute truth. Between rolling in the dirt, hiding in the bush, and the constant flow of nectar leaking from my tight nipples, every inch of me was sticky and dirty.
He drew a warm bath and put me in the tub. Then he insisted on scrubbing me everywhere and washing my hair too. I wasn’t allowed to do anything—I just laid back in the warm water and let my Daddy wash me. Feeling his bare hands on my naked body was wonderful, but I have to admit it made me even more needful.
“Daddy, please,” I moaned, as he scrubbed my swollen breasts gently with a soft sponge. “Please, if I don’t get some of this nectar out of me, I don’t know what I’ll do. My breasts feel so full and achy!”
“I know, Princess,” he growled softly. “And I’m going to help you with that—I promise. Just have to get you all cleaned up first.”
After I was all rinsed off and wrapped in a towel, Jack took me to the bed. He took a quick shower himself and then came back to join me in the bedroom. Wearing only his long black pajama bottoms, he leaned back against the headboard. Then he patted his lap and nodded to me.
“All right, baby girl—come here and let Daddy help you out with that nectar.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, immediately eager. I came to straddled him, sitting with my bare little pussy against the stretchy hem of his pajama trousers.
“Good girl,” Jack said, nodding his approval. “Now open your towel and let Daddy see your breasts.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said again and opened my towel to reveal my swollen breasts.
Jack palmed my heavy globes, weighing them in his big hands, and shook his head.
“I didn’t want to do this—I’m afraid it will only increase your attachment to me, baby girl. But I don’t see any choice—I’m going to have to suck your sweet nipples and drain the nectar from your breasts. Otherwise you’re going to have a serious problem.”
“Yes, Daddy, please!” I moaned eagerly. “Please do it—please suck my nipples and make your baby girl feel better.”
“I’ll do my best, baby girl,” he rumbled. “Come a little closer and lean in so Daddy can reach you.”
I did as he said and Jack took one of my nipples between his lips and began to suck. At once I felt a sense of relief as the thick, sticky nectar flowed out of me. But that wasn’t the only sensation I felt—Jack’s hot mouth on my tight peak felt incredibly good and right and the way he was sucking on my nipple was sending sparks of pleasure straight down to my pussy, which was getting awfully wet and hot.