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)
“Don’t be mean, Lisa,” another girl—a blonde—spoke up. “Maybe it’s her first time. The first time can be hard,” she added, putting an arm around me comfortingly.
At least her touch didn’t make my skin crawl, I noted as I sniffed. Maybe it was only male Weres that felt wrong to me.
“I…I’m a virgin,” I confided to her, sniffing again. “I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to, either. I just want to go home!”
“Aww, honey—I’m so sorry,” she said sympathetically. “Unfortunately, this is just part of being a Were bitch. Until you get a man who’s willing to mate you, an Open Breeding is the only way to take care of your Heat.”
“But I don’t want it,” I said again. “I’d rather be in pain—I’d rather die—than have some strange man rape me and impregnate me!”
“Rape you and impregnate you?” Lisa rolled her eyes again. “Please!”
“Well, isn’t that what it amounts to?” I demanded, irritated by her nasty attitude.
“Once the Breeding starts and one of the Alphas runs you to ground, you’ll forget you’re afraid,” the blonde girl said, still clearly trying to reassure me. However, the idea of being “run to ground” didn’t do a thing for my frayed nerves.
“What do you mean?” I demanded. “What are you talking about?”
“God, don’t you know how an Open Breeding works?” Lisa asked, glaring at me.
“No, of course she doesn’t—she’s brand new, remember?” the blonde girl, whose name I still didn’t know said reprovingly. “It’s like this, honey,” she said to me. “Once the Alphas get here, the Packmaster will give the word and all of us girls will take off running.” She nodded at the group of ten or fifteen young women milling around under the trees. “Then, after a five minute head start, the Alphas start out after us.”
“So—we get a head start?” I asked, grasping onto her words. It sounded like the best news I’d heard about this whole awful arrangement. I’d been half afraid that the Alphas would just get to choose whichever one of us they wanted and then they could drag us off into the woods to breed.
“We do, but don’t get too excited,” Lisa said flatly. “Those Alphas are fast. Ain’t nothing faster than an Alpha looking to get a piece of ass,” she added, and laughed crudely. “Ain’t that right, Tara?”
“Like I said, once the Alpha who finds you touches you, you’ll feel the need to let him knot you and breed you,” the blonde girl, whose name was apparently Tara said. “And it won’t be too bad—your body’s needs will take over and everything will just come naturally.”
I had an idea that what she was saying might be true…if I wasn’t so firmly imprinted on Jack. I could feel my pussy throbbing between my legs—wet and achy and filled with need. And my breasts were so full of nectar they were beginning to be extremely painful—my nipples needed to be sucked and the nectar drained.
But the thought of any male Were but my Daddy Jack touching me…tasting me…taking me, felt wrong in the extreme. Not just wrong—repulsive—vile. Offensive in every way. I just couldn’t go through with this, I told myself. I would have to find a really good hiding place and just pray they didn’t catch me!
Just then I heard a lot of rowdy shouting from the other end of the field. Lisa perked up at once, her green eyes flashing.
“Whoo-hoo—sounds like the boys are here!” she said. “Who you hope is gonna breed you tonight, Tara?”
“Oh…I don’t know.” Tara got a shy smile on her face. “Drake Wilkes and I have been talking lately. Nothing serious but who knows? If he breeds me tonight and gives me a big belly, maybe he’ll want to mate me.”
“Yeah well—if I get pregnant I’m giving the brat up for adoption,” Lisa said. “I don’t need a kid complicating my life. The Packmaster’s wife will take it—she’s always willing to take new Were babies.”
They seemed inclined to say more, but just then a group of whooping, hollering men around my age or a little older showed up. They were all bare chested and grinning and laughing—shoving each other and wrestling around like a rowdy team about to take part in a sporting match.
When they saw the group of unmated bitches, (which I supposed was what we all were,) a deep throated roar—almost a howl—went up.
“Yeah! Open Breeding!” one of them yelled. “Fuck-tastic! Gonna get some ass tonight!”
With a sinking heart, I saw that the one shouting was none other than Drake Wilkes. By his side was Billy Masters. Both men had the same, eager look of hungry lust on their faces—in fact, all of them did.
“Lookit there, Drake!” Billy said, grabbing his friend’s arm and pointing at me. “That little bitch from the store is here tonight—the one that ruined your good shoes with that damn sauce!”