Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Well, we’d either both have to fit our shafts in your pussy at once, or one of us would have to be in your pussy and the other would have to be in your soft little ass,” Christopher explained.
I stiffened.
“In my…up there? But that’s not…I mean you’re not supposed to…”
“Still so innocent, little mouse.” Gabriel gave a harsh laugh. “It’s true that anal sex can be hard for humans, but we’re all Weres.”
“So? I still don’t understand how that could work!” I exclaimed.
“It would work best if you were on a full Heat Cycle,” Christopher told me. “Because then your body would produce slick from both of your tight little holes.”
“It would?” I asked uncertainly.
“It would,” Gabriel confirmed. “It would still be a tight fit though,” he added. “Since both your pussy and your ass are still virgin, little mouse.”
I bit my lip, trying to imagine having both of them inside me at once. Just the idea of having one of them in me was overwhelming—they were both so big and I was so petite and still extremely tight down there…
“If we can ever get out of here, we could run away together,” Christopher said, interrupting my thoughts. “We could go to a whole different country. Hell, we’re probably already in Mexico—we could just keep heading south.”
“The only way we could ever be together is if the Pack Master died,” Gabriel said flatly. “You know Weres are usually immune to human diseases like cancer and he’s still in the prime of his life—so the only way that would happen is if someone killed him. Let that sink in, Christopher—I’m talking about someone killing our father.”
“He’s not my father,” Christopher said mutinously.
“Not by blood, maybe, but he’s the only father you’ve ever known,” Gabriel pointed out.
“Great—and what has he done for me?” Christopher snapped. “It’s not like the Pack Master is about to win the World’s Greatest Father award!”
“He put a roof over your head and kept you even after your mother died,” Gabriel answered.
“And beat me every day and told me what a fuck-up I am just because I’m a Beta.” Christopher’s voice was bitter. “I think I would have been better off in the foster care system. If it hadn’t been for you always stepping in to take my beatings when I was little I wouldn’t have survived, Gabe and you know it!”
“The Pack Master does what he thinks is best to make us better wolves,” Gabriel said stoically. “It doesn’t matter anyway—all that is in the past. Right now we just have to concentrate on making it through until the full moon tomorrow night.”
“But—” Christopher started.
“We have to concentrate on the future,” Gabriel said firmly, interrupting him. “It’s the only way we’ll get out of here alive.”
It hurt my heart to hear about the abuse my stepbrothers had endured at the hands of my sadistic stepfather, but I could tell he wasn’t willing to discuss this topic any further and I didn’t like it when they fought.
I had the idea it was a fairly rare occurrence—Christopher was usually willing to go along with his Alpha in almost everything. But this time he had found something he wanted to fight for—a life and a future with the three of us together.
I wished that Gabriel felt the same way, but it was clear he didn’t. And my older stepbrother was so stubborn, I knew there was no changing his mind unless he changed it himself. That clearly wasn’t happening tonight.
“Guys, why don’t we try to get some sleep?” I murmured soothingly. “I think I’m finally warm enough to drift off now.”
“Fine.” Christopher snuggled a little closer to my back. “We’ll sleep for now but I’m not giving up on the idea of the three of us forming a Triad.”
“Keep dreaming, little brother,” Gabriel growled as he pressed back against me. “Get some sleep—we need to be sharp tomorrow.”
Safely cocooned between their big, muscular bodies, I finally drifted off.
It was a good thing I had no idea what Don Diego had planned for us or I would have been awake all night.
TWENTY-TWO
The next day passed extremely slowly. Lupio got us up in the morning and offered us all a bathroom break. I was about to burst by then, so I took him up on the offer.
However, being led naked to the bathroom, which was right beside the room where we were being kept, and stared at by a leering man pointing a machine gun at my head while I tried to pee, made things difficult. I’ve always had a shy bladder and I couldn’t squeeze out a single drop while the guard was watching me.
“Please,” I said at last. “I can’t go while you’re watching me. Can’t you just turn around for a minute?”
“Que?” The guard frowned at me and I realized he didn’t speak English.