Chapter 24
TWENTY-FOUR
VIVIENNE
I went to bed, empty and aching. I was so sexually frustrated I thought I might scream and yet I knew that Kor had done the right thing. If we had gone any further, we surely would have broken the Unbreakable Laws.
The thing was, I wasn’t used to feeling sexually needy at all. Maybe it was because I had suppressed that part of myself so fiercely for so many years, but even back when I had Heat Cycles, they were so mild I barely felt them.
I remembered hearing other woman in the pack whisper about how they got so hot they couldn’t help themselves—they had to beg their husbands to breed them at all hours of the day and night.
I had never been able to understand that.
The thought of Carter breeding me just made me vaguely ill.
Even on my Cycle, I didn’t want him. I only felt mildly irritated between my legs and once or twice my breasts ached.
I never produced the nectar that filled most female Were’s breasts at that time—of which I was glad.
I didn’t want to ask Carter to suck it out.
I never wanted any part of his body near mine and the thought of his mouth on my nipples made me sick.
But the thought of Kor sucking my nipples filled me with warmth. As I lay sleepless in bed, I couldn’t help remembering all the dirty things he’d told me he wanted to do to me. The way he wanted to touch me, and taste me and knot me…
Stop it—stop thinking about it, I told myself fiercely. You know you can’t have him—and you’ve already gone way further than you should. Just try to forget it and get some sleep.
But I wasn’t sleepy—I was hungry—and not for food. My whole body was crying out for something I couldn’t give it—something I could never have.
I thought about trying to touch myself, but the lessons I’d learned as a child were too strong. Just the idea of putting my fingers between my legs made me feel cold with guilt.
So I lay there, tossing and turning and needing, until at last, I fell into a troubled sleep.
I was in the woods again, running from the wolf. The full moon shone down overhead, gilding everything with silvery light. I could hear it coming behind me, howling and panting and I knew it wanted to breed me.
And this time, I knew I wanted to let it.
But I couldn’t, I told myself—I must keep running. It was wrong to stop and let him mount me. Wrong to spread my thighs for his thick cock…his huge knot. Wrong to moan and gasp and rut in the grass with his huge form bearing me down, filling me…fucking me…
“Hey, Vivienne, are you all right? It’s a dream…just a bad dream…”
I woke up with a gasp and saw a large, dark shape standing beside my bed. He was leaning over me, and he had me by the shoulder, shaking me awake.
At first I thought it was Carter again, shaking me awake, telling me it was “breeding time.”
“No, please!” I scooted away from him, trying to hide myself in the covers, but I had somehow kicked them off. “Please, I don’t want to. Please, just leave me alone this time!”
“Vivienne, it’s me—it’s Kor,” the shape said.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that it was indeed Kor and not my late husband. I breathed a sigh of relief that almost ended in a sob.
“I…I’m sorry,” I said, my voice coming out wobbly. “I thought you were Carter. He used to come to me at night and…and…”
But I couldn’t go on.
In the dim moonlight streaming in through the window, I saw Kor’s face grow hard.
“I know what he did to you. I’m sorry I scared you—I promise, I would never hurt you like that.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” I said, trying to laugh but failing miserably. “Forgive me, did I wake you up? I must have been having a bad dream.”
“You were—I could hear you moaning all the way in my room,” he told me. “Do you feel okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied. But I was shivering so hard I was practically shaking the bed. I don’t know if it was the dream or my fear of Carter or the need that was still inside me, unfulfilled, but I was trembling like a leaf.
“Here, you’re shaking.” Kor came back to the side of the bed—he’d backed off when I was frightened. “Would you let me hold you?” he asked. “Or would you rather I just go back to my own bed?”
“I’d love it if you held me,” I said at once, not even having to think about it.
“All right—scoot over, baby.”
I loved how he’d started calling me “sweetheart” and “baby” instead of just “Vivienne.” I scooted over for him, and he slipped into bed beside me. He was only wearing his boxers—he must have dried them in the dryer after we finished swimming.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling me close to his broad chest. “And tell me what the dream was about.”
I snuggled close to him, loving the way his broad, bare chest felt against my side. I wished I had a sexier nightgown on. The one I was wearing now was thin white cotton with a rounded neckline and a hem that fell to my knees but it wasn’t very pretty.
Still, Kor didn’t seem to mind. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around me and drew me close to his chest.
I gave a trembling sigh of contentment and pressed my face to the side of his neck, breathing him in. But his scent seemed to do something to me—before I knew it, my nipples were aching again, and I was throbbing between my thighs.
I tried to ignore my discomfort as Kor stroked my hair and murmured,
“Tell me about the dream,” in my ear.
“I…uh, I forget it,” I said, too embarrassed to tell the truth. How could I let him know I’d been dreaming of being bred by a wolf?
“Hmm, just as well, I guess,” he said and kissed the top of my head.
“Why are you so patient and kind?” I asked, which was something I’d been wondering about. He was younger than me—weren’t young people supposed to be impatient? “I mean, how do you know when to, you know, back off—like you did when I was so startled a minute ago?” I asked.
“Oh, years of therapy, I guess,” he said. “With my ex, you know. She was…hurt when she was very young and she had a lot of triggers. I learned to notice them and be careful.”
“You learned to be sweet,” I said and dared to kiss the side of his neck. His skin tasted like salt—I loved it. And since he didn’t object, I did it again.
Kor groaned softly as I kissed his neck, running my tongue up and down the sensitive line between his earlobe and his shoulder.
“God, Vivienne…” His voice was hoarse with desire and his scent was intensifying too.
I nibbled his earlobe and then sucked it, just for the pleasure of hearing him groan again. Goddess, what was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I leave him alone?
“I…I guess I should stop,” I said at last, panting a little. “I guess kissing you is breaking the law.”
“Actually, the Unbreakable Laws are pretty specific in what they consider to be a violation,” he rumbled.
“Oh? And what do they say?” I asked.
“That it’s wrong for anyone to breed a Moon Widow,” he said. He turned his head to look at me. “But kissing isn’t breeding.”
Then he leaned down and captured my mouth in a long, hungry kiss.
I moaned and kissed him back and then somehow I ended up in his lap, both of us devouring each other. I ran my hands up and down his broad, bare chest, loving the silky feel of his skin.
“I was dead,” I whispered between kisses. “I mean, I’ve never felt these…these feelings before.”
“So was I,” he growled. “I’ve never felt this strongly for anyone, ever. I don’t understand it.”
“I don’t either—but I don’t want to stop this time,” I said. I pulled back for a moment, and looked at him pleadingly. “Please, Kor—I need to come.”
“I know you do.” He had a look of desire mixed with indecision on his face. “And I want to make you come—but we need to be careful and take things slow.”
“How slow?” I asked. “Do you want to touch me over my nightgown and panties?”
He shook his head.
“I think we’ve realized that doesn’t work. Why don’t you lay down with me and let me just touch you, baby?”
I bit my lower lip.
“But…you’re not going to put your cock or your knot in me, right? We can’t do that—can’t go that far.”
“We won’t,” he promised. “Just let me touch you. I’ll keep my boxers on the whole time.”
I don’t know why I felt so safe with him—there was just something about him that let me know he was trustworthy.
Maybe it was in his scent—it was dark and spicy and exciting but at the same time, it made me feel utterly at ease.
It was like I’d been waiting for him all my life—which makes no sense, I know.
Kor lay down with me again and cradled me against the side of his body. Then he reached under my nightgown and palmed one of my breasts.
I arched up at once, my body begging for more. I could feel him teasing my nipple with his thumb, shooting sparks of pleasure through my entire body, but I wanted more.
“Mmm, these gorgeous breasts,” he growled softly. “I can feel how hard your nipples are. Do you want me to suck them, Vivienne? Do you want me to suck them nice and hard to make you feel good?”
I could feel the guilt trying to strangle me, but I pushed it away.
“As…as long as we’re not breaking the Unbreakable Law,” I panted.
“No, we’re not,” he promised. “Sucking your nipples isn’t breeding you.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. Eagerly, I pulled up my nightgown, baring my body for him. In the moonlight coming through the window, I could see how tight my nipples were and how there was a wet spot forming on my panties. It was embarrassing and yet, I had no urge to hide from him.
“God, I love your tits,” he growled hoarsely. Then he bent his head and sucked one of my aching peaks into his hot, wet mouth.
I moaned and arched my back, writhing as he gave me what my body needed. But even though his hot mouth felt incredible, I knew I needed more.
“Kor, please…” I begged and caught one of his hands. I pushed it down between my legs. I knew I was being shameless, but I couldn’t seem to help it—I was feeling so needy I was almost desperate.
Kor let my nipple slip from his lips and looked into my eyes.
“Mmm, baby, you want me to pet your soft little pussy again?” he growled softly.