Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
VIVIENNE
Once more I was running through the woods, and the full moon was high overhead. I could hear the wolf behind me but this time it was right on my heels.
I knew I should run—I should get away. But I found myself slowing until I was no longer running. And then I was no longer walking.
And then I turned and faced the wolf.
Only, it wasn’t a wolf—not like I had expected. Oh, it had golden eyes, and it was covered with fur, but it wasn’t on all fours. Instead, it reared above me, standing on its hind legs, its head blocking out the moon above.
I saw its pointed ears, its long muzzle and then its broad, furry chest. It had less fur on its muscular abdomen and when my eyes finally slid down to its crotch, I had to bite back a gasp.
There was a furry pouch between its legs but as I watched, I saw something long and thick and red emerging. It throbbed in the moonlight, slick and ready for breeding. And just below it was the most enormous knot I had ever seen.
As I watched the shaft growing, I knew the beast was going to breed me. For some reason this made my breasts throb and ache. In fact, they hurt so badly I put my hands up to cup them—to rub and try to ease the pain I was feeling.
But when I touched my breasts, my hands felt sticky. I looked down and saw that I was naked—not only that, but my breasts were leaking. A clear, sticky liquid was beading on my nipples and running down the undersides of my breasts.
Above me, the beast roared but he was fading now and so was the moon. The whole dream was dissolving around me until I opened my eyes and saw that I was in bed in my own room.
What a terrible dream!
I put a hand to my pounding heart…only to feel wetness on my chest. I looked down but it was a cloudy night, and I couldn’t see much of anything.
With a trembling hand, I reached for the bedside lamp. When the soft golden glow lit the room, I looked down and saw that sure enough, the front of my white nightgown was wet. It was sticking to my breasts and the area over my nipples was nearly transparent.
“What the hell?” I muttered to myself. With shaking hands, I unbuttoned the top of my nightgown and pulled it apart.
To my horror, I saw that my dream had been more than a dream. I really was leaking. Beads of clear, amber liquid were forming on the tips of my tight nipples and running down the undersides of my breasts.
Nectar—that’s what it was! It was something a female Were usually only produced during her Heat Cycle, but this had never happened to me before.
I’d had plenty of Heat Cycles in the twenty years I was married to Carter—one a month, which is usual.
But they had all been so mild I’d barely felt them.
Only once or twice did my breasts get sore and my nipples get tender, but they had never swelled with nectar before.
And that was the thing—my breasts really were swollen.
They felt heavy and full in a way I'd never experienced before.
When I cupped them experimentally, I could immediately tell they were larger than they had been when I went to bed.
At least two cup sizes larger, if I had to guess.
The realization made my stomach twist. What in the Goddess's name was happening to me and what was I going to do about it?
Well, what I wasn’t going to do was ask Kor for help, I told myself sternly. I couldn’t involve him in my body’s weird display of Heat. It would only lead to trouble. No, I had to deal with this myself.
I picked up my phone and went to the online shopping ap.
I chose a breast pump and paid for overnight shipping.
I wasn’t eager to go back into town—not after the scene at Town Hall with the Council of Elders—but I was desperate.
My breasts already felt full to bursting, and I couldn’t wait too long to get this taken care of.
After ordering the pump and also some nursing pads to line my bras with, so the nectar wouldn’t soak through, I went to the bathroom. I stood under a warm shower, pressing and squeezing my breasts—doing my best to get the nectar that had accumulated out of me.
But it was too thick—it had more the consistency of honey than milk. Even as it trickled in sluggish rivulets down my body, I could feel my breasts making more and more and more of it.
What was I going to do?
I didn’t know, but I felt incredibly alone and worried.
My body was changing in ways it shouldn’t, and I didn’t feel like I could tell anyone—not even Kor.
Especially not Kor. Because usually, a Were female will turn to her bonded mate to help with the nectar.
The problem was, that was also part of breeding, which was something we absolutely could not do.
But what if things got worse? Having my breasts fill with nectar was only part of a normal Heat Cycle.
There were other symptoms that might come up as well—much more serious and debilitating ones.
What if my body began going further into Heat?
What could I do? If I went into Heat Fever, needing to be bred and there was no one who could breed me without breaking the Unbreakable Laws. I could die!
I closed my eyes as the water ran over my face, hiding the tears that were leaking from my eyes and the nectar that was leaking from my breasts.
I had no idea where to turn…I was trapped, and I didn’t see any way to get out of this situation.