Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
VIVIENNE
The next week and a half flew by as Kor and I established a happy little routine.
We woke up together and, after lying in bed talking for a while, we went down to make breakfast. I had a service that could deliver groceries, so we didn’t have to go into town again for food—a fact I greatly appreciated since I’d had enough of Blackridge to last me for some time.
After a gourmet breakfast, which Kor insisted on cooking, we spent time wandering the garden and the grounds. Wolverton Manor really was set in a spot of pure natural beauty, and we took hikes in the surrounding hills and mountains, sometimes packing a lunch if we planned to be out all day.
In the evening, we spent time swimming or in the library. Kor ordered me an e-reader as a gift, and I was happily reading my way through every genre of spicy romance that had been forbidden to me during my marriage.
Kor, on the other hand, was fascinated by the books Carter had collected—especially the history and genealogy of the Jamison line. So we spent time together reading, companiably close on the big leather couch in front of the fireplace.
I usually made dinner while dressed in one of my smaller, naughtier dresses while Kor watched me.
Having his eyes on me made me feel hot and wild and free.
I had decided at that point not to care what the Pack would think of our activities.
As long as we didn’t break the Unbreakable Laws, nobody needed to know what we did together to help satiate my ever-growing Heat.
After dinner we sometimes swam…or sometimes my Heat Cycle would peak, and I would need him to suck my nipples and taste me again. As my Heat grew, the nectar production increased, and we often had to stop whatever we were doing so Kor could help me.
I also found I had other cravings…which I didn’t know I had until one night in bed when Kor was “helping himself” after tasting me and making me come again.
I loved to watch him stroke his long, thick cock—it was so much bigger than what Carter had used on me, but I didn’t fear it at all. In fact, I often wished I could feel it inside me. But we both knew that would be breaking the Unbreakable Laws, so we didn’t even discuss it.
But on the day in question, when he was stroking his cock and just about to come, I had the sudden urge to take the broad head into my mouth. I didn’t question the urge or even think about it—I just did it. I leaned over and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
“Baby, what…?” I heard Kor groan. “You better pull off—I’m going to come!”
I didn’t stop—I just kept sucking. A moment later, a hot, salty spurt of his cream hit the back of my throat.
I swallowed instinctively, knowing that this was the indefinable thing I had been craving for several days.
I had heard that sometimes a Were female in heat will crave male seed, but I hadn’t known it could ever happen to me.
Kor’s seed tasted creamy and salty and sweet, with just a hint of the hot buttered waffles and pancakes he made for me every morning. If that sounds bizarre, well, I’m sorry—that’s just how it tasted and it was delicious. In fact, I couldn’t get enough.
Sometimes when we were out hiking, I had to beg him to stop so I could suck him. Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stroked my hair lovingly as I sucked him, never forcing me or gagging me, just taking the pleasure I offered and giving me what I needed in return.
“Gods, you’re so fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth,” he growled, watching me one morning after I had discovered my new craving. We were taking one of our favorite hikes and had stopped by the side of the trail where there was a flat, sun-warmed rock he could sit on.
I stopped for a moment and looked up at him.
“I love to suck you,” I admitted softly. “I love to feel you pulsing in my mouth when you come.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his eyes lazy with lust. “You don’t know what it does to me when you talk like that.”
“Makes you come, I hope,” I said teasingly. Then I went back to sucking him until he gave me all of his cream.
For the first time in my life I was enjoying sex and my own sexuality.
Even though we weren’t actually having “traditional intercourse” it was the most fun I’d ever had—erotically speaking.
It felt like a part of me that had been beaten and abused until it was small and almost dead was slowly coming back to life.
Every minute I was with Kor, he made me feel beautiful and desired.
I bloomed around him and leaned into the feminine side of myself I’d kept secret and hidden before.
I loved showing my body off around him and often at night made use of the naughty lingerie I’d ordered online.
I also wore revealing outfits on our hikes—I loved going ahead of him on the trail, knowing he was watching my ass.
I never wore a bra or panties anymore, either.
There was no point, especially considering that my Heat meant I might need him to suck the nectar from my breasts or taste my pussy to make me come at any time.
Usually, though, I tried to wait until bedtime to have him do that. Though Kor did his best to satisfy me in every way, my Heat did have one troubling aspect—it made me feel achingly empty inside. And though his fingers felt wonderful inside me, I found they weren’t enough anymore.
When I confessed the empty feeling to Kor and explained that I needed more, he told me he thought he could help.
“But not with your, you know…”
“No, baby—not with my cock. I told you we won’t break the Unbreakable Laws, and we won’t,” he promised. “Just leave it to me—I can help.”
And he did—mostly. It turned out he was able to use his tongue to fill me a little more each night.
I didn’t know how he was able to change the shape and size of his tongue—I wondered if it might have something to do with the shadowy entity I had felt around him during the altercation with Mrs. Browder and Cynthia-Ann—but I didn’t dare to ask.
Whatever that creature was, it was part of Kor, I told myself. I didn’t think it was evil—just animalistic. And since all male Weres have an animal inside them, I assumed it was something to do with his wolf.
Since Kor filled me every night with his tongue and made me come regularly as well as keeping my nectar production under control, I was able to stave off Heat Fever. But my Heat Cycle was growing hotter, and it wasn’t going away.
It won’t go away until he actually breeds you—you know that, whispered a practical little voice in my head. But I tried to push it away. Despite everything else we were doing, I still didn’t want to break the Unbreakable Laws.
Things came to a head one night, though, the night before the full moon. The Alpha Challenge was tomorrow night, and I was feeling restless and worried at the idea of Kor fighting Harris Murdoch for the Leadership of the Pack.
I snapped at him twice at dinner before he finally reached across the kitchen island—where we always sat for meals—and took my hand. Looking into my eyes, he murmured,
“What is it, baby? Please tell me what’s bothering you.”
I looked down at my plate—we’d been having baked salmon with wild rice and asparagus, but I’d barely touched my food.
“I…I guess I’m just worried about tomorrow night,” I admitted. “About, you know, the Alpha Challenge.”
“You don’t have to worry,” he said soothingly. “I can take Murdoch and anyone one else easily. Look, I didn’t want to tell you this, but you’re going to find out tomorrow night anyway.”
I looked up quickly, meeting his eyes. So he was finally going to tell me his secret—the one I’d been suspecting ever since that day in town.
“What? What is it?” I asked, trying to keep the apprehension out of my voice.
He took a deep breath.
“I have what some people call a ‘cursed wolf’ inside me.”
“A cursed wolf?” I had heard of such things, but I was still slightly horrified to learn that Kor was one of “the Cursed Ones.”
“Yes, but it’s not really cursed—it’s just an in-between form,” he told me quickly. “I call it my ‘Beast.’ It’s not a full wolf, or a full man—it’s sort of in between. Kind of like a wolfman, like they had in those old movies.”
I tried to picture what he was talking about and suddenly my dream came back to me. I hadn’t been having it since Kor had been helping me and making me come before bed every night, but I well remembered the huge creature rising before me in the moonlight in the last dream I’d had.
“I…think I know what you’re talking about,” I said faintly. I could see why the terrifying thing from my dream would be more than a match for any normal Were’s wolf during a challenge.
“Good. So my Beast is twice as strong as any other Were’s wolf,” Kor told me.
“That’s why I’m not worried about the Alpha Challenge, and you shouldn’t be either.
And I’ll tell you something else…” He leaned forward, smiling a little.
“Once I’m declared the Pack Leader, I can take you as my mate and there’s nothing they can do about it.
The Pack Leader is the only male allowed to breed a Moon Widow, so that will take care of your Heat Cycle too. ”
I shook my head regretfully.
“I wish I could believe things are going to work out so neatly, but I don’t think the Pack Elders will let you take me for a mate—even if you do win the Alpha Challenge,” I told him.
“What?” He frowned. “Why not?”
“Because I was married to your uncle,” I reminded him. “And even though there isn’t any blood connection between us, I’m almost sure the Elders will say that you mating me would be breaking one of the other Unbreakable laws—the one that states that family members can’t breed together.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he growled. “You and I don’t have any blood relation at all. And Carter was really only my half uncle, since he and my father had different mothers.”
I shook my head again.