Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
It was awful.
I noticed both Kurt and the Alpha guard wrinkling their noses and sniffing the air when I got into the Escalade with them. I paid them no attention, though. Even when Kurt asked if I felt all right, I snapped,
“Just hurry up, will you?”
He shrugged and kept driving but I thought I saw him exchange a knowing glance with the Alpha guard—not that I cared.
The minute the door to the penthouse apartment opened, I threw myself into Cole’s waiting arms. His eyes grew wide behind the mask as he saw the state I was in.
“Lilah, what is it?” he asked, forgetting himself and using my name instead of calling me “little sister.” “What’s wrong?” His nose wrinkled and he sniffed the air “Your scent has changed.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me!” I moaned, pressing my face against his chest. Breathing in his warm, spicy scent seemed to calm my nerves. “I’m just so achy inside. And look at this!”
I pulled open my blouse and pulled down my bra, which I had been forced to stuff with Kleenex to keep the amber liquid from leaking through and making more wet spots.
Cole cupped my breasts in his big hands and frowned when he saw the honey-colored droplets forming on my tight tips.
“Hang on, that’s not…” Frowning, he bent down and swiped at one of my nipples with his tongue. He licked his lips and frowned. “It’s sweet. Lilah, I think you might be making nectar. Let me see for sure.”
Leaning down again, he sucked my nipple deep in his mouth and drew hard on it, just as he had been for the past several nights.
I moaned and arched my back—it felt so good to have him draw the amber liquid from my breasts, which had begun to feel swollen and too full, just as my pussy felt increasingly empty. His tongue seemed to soothe my aching nipple somehow—it felt much less tender when he was done.
When Cole finally straightened up again, there was a grim look on his face.
“It’s just what I thought, baby—your breasts are making nectar. I think you may be going into Heat.”
“What? But I can’t be—I’m too old!” I protested. Most Were girls get their first Heat Cycle when they’re still teenagers—I was years older than that.
Cole shook his head.
“Well, I can’t think what else could cause your breasts to make nectar.” He looked at me seriously. “Do you have any other symptoms?”
“Well…” I bit my lip, embarrassed to admit the strange feeling in my pussy.
“It’s all right, Lilah—you can tell me,” he urged gently. “I won’t be upset with you. We’ll get through this together—you’ll see.”
His words made me feel confident enough to look him in the face.
“I feel empty,” I said at last. “Between my legs, I mean. And no matter how many times I try to, er, help myself, it only gets worse. It’s like none of my toys are big enough.”
“Fuck…” Cole shook his head. “That’s bad, baby—classic symptoms of an out of control Heat Cycle.”
“Well, what can we do about it?” I demanded, nearly crying by now. “It hurts, Cole! It hurts so much.”
“I know, baby, I know. Shhhh, don’t cry.” He gathered me into his arms and stoked my trembling back and shoulders gently. “Didn’t I just tell you we’ll get through this together?”
“Yes, but how?” I demanded. “Please, Cole—I’m feeling really bad…really needy right now.”
He frowned.
“We need to try and quell your Heat Cycle…try to back it down some.”
“How?” I asked. Despite being a female Were, I knew next to nothing about Heat Cycles—I’d never had to know before. And I wasn’t too pleased to find out that I had to learn about it now.
“Come in the bedroom,” Cole told me, taking me by the arm. “Let me see if I can help you, baby. Let’s see what we can do.”
12
COLE
By the time I got Delilah spread out naked on the bed, she was crying and moaning with need. Her breasts were swollen because of all the nectar she was making and her nipples were darker than I had ever seen them.
She needed immediate attention for the overload of nectar, but her little pussy was in even worse shape. I made her spread her legs for me—which she did after protesting that it was “embarrassing” and I was finally able to examine her.
Sure enough, her outer pussy lips were swollen and her inner folds were a dark maroon color, just like her nipples. Her little clit was obviously overly sensitive—when I stroked it very lightly with a single fingertip, Delilah gasped and nearly jumped out of her skin. She needed help here too. I didn’t know where to start.
But when I looked up again, I saw that her breasts were now overflowing—the amber nectar making sticky streams down the sides and undersides of her full globes.