Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I shake my head.
“The EPA is a safe space for dominance fights. Besides, he was trying to violate the Unbreakable Laws—we can both testify to that if there’s an inquiry.”
“Oh…okay.” She nods and lays her head on my shoulder tiredly.
“I’m sorry I had to kill him,” I say in a low voice. Though I’m not a bit sorry the fucker is dead, I am remorseful that I had to kill him right in front of Sunny.
“He was no good,” she says softly. “He was trying to…to breed me as a wolf. Even though he was my brother!”
“Yeah, he didn’t care much about breaking the rules,” I growl, feeling the fury rise in me again when I remember the huge black wolf crouched over Sunny with his thick red cock nudging just inside her open pussy. I’m fucking glad he’s dead—fucker got what he deserved.
“I don’t want to think about him anymore,” she whispers. “All those years, trying to reach him, praying he would get in touch with me. And when he finally did, he kidnapped me and sold me!”
“It’s a good thing I was there to buy you, then,” I say gently.
“Yes, I guess so.” There are tears filling Sunny’s eyes and I can tell she’s grieving for the relationship that never was—the one she wanted so badly with her last remaining family.
“It’s okay, baby,” I tell her and kiss her forehead gently. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
We’re finally at my car and I put her into the passenger seat carefully. I strap her in and recline it some, so she can rest.
“Relax,” I tell her as I pull on a spare pair of sweatpants I keep in the car in case of an unexpected Shift. “I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
And I mean it—I want to take care of her forever.
If only she’ll let me.
42
SUNNY
I feel all worn out from all the crazy experiences I just endured. The auction was bad enough and then the wolf fight and the breeding…I feel like I just lived through a hundred years in one night!
Also, the intense breeding seems to have taken something out of me. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m also sore inside, but in a good way, if that makes any sense. At any rate, my body feels satiated in a way it never has before. I sense that my “breeding belly” as Connor calls it, has something to do with that. My womb can’t claim to be empty when it’s swimming with his cum.
My breasts are still full of nectar though. They ache, but it’s a dull pain, one I can ignore—for now. I drift off for a little while from pure exhaustion and when I wake up, we’re pulling into the circular driveway of what can only be described as a mansion.
“Wow!” I blink, wondering if this is a dream. “Is this where you live?” I ask Connor.
He nods.
“This has been my family home for generations.”
It strikes me all over again that he’s rich—I mean, really rich—and yet he was willing to stay in Singing Rock with me and do manual labor. But why?
“I don’t understand,” I say, as he comes around to the passenger side and takes me in his arms.
“Don’t understand what, baby?” he asks as he carries me to the front door—a huge, imposing slab of oak that’s carved into intricate patterns with an old-fashioned brass doorknocker in the shape of a wolf’s head.
“I don’t understand why you’d take a job as a dishwasher,” I tell him. “I mean, you have all this…” I wave my hand vaguely. “Why come live in Singing Rock?”
“Because that’s where you were,” he says simply. “I wanted to be with you.”
His answer makes my heart flutter, but I’m still not happy about his deception.
“But why did you pretend to be Kane for so long?” I ask him.
Connor shakes his head.
“Listen, I promise to explain everything but first we need to get you cleaned up and out of that crazy breeding outfit.”
I have to agree with that. We can’t hash everything out standing here on his doorstep. Or at least Connor is standing and I’m in his arms.
“Okay,” I say, nodding. “But I want to know everything.”
“Everything,” he promises.
He leans in to show his face to a shiny black panel and after a moment, it clicks and the door swings open. Connor carries me inside and I gasp at the opulence around me. I thought Raymond the stylist had a nice house, but this puts it to shame. It really looks like something you’d see in an article about “Homes of the Rich and Famous” or something like that.
“You like it?” Connor asks as he carries me through the massive, round foyer and into the back of the house.
“It’s gorgeous,” I admit.