Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Who is he?”
“Genetic testing has revealed your father to be a Russian spy codenamed White Wolf. He operated in America in the eighties and nineties. He was also a shifter who killed a great many of our American wolves. He is feared to this day, and that is why such extreme measures were taken to subdue you.”
“That’s not why,” I say, even as I digest that piece of wild information. “Isabella doesn’t know if she wants to kill me or fuck me. She’s insane.”
Cain chuckles. “Perhaps. But your father’s identity complicates matters. You’re not as harmless as you look, my love. The blood of a legend flows through your veins.”
“You mean monster,” I say. “It sounds like he was a terrible person. Is he still alive?”
“He disappeared in the late nineties,” Cain says. “Possibly around the time of your birth. It may have been an attempt to protect you, or he could have been killed without fanfare. It was common practice to remove Russian spies without letting anybody know. It was equally common practice to incarcerate them for life in military prisons.”
“So anything could have happened to him?” I squirm against my bonds and in the grip Cain still has me in. This is the most twisted version of Who Do You Think You Are I can imagine.
“Yes,” Cain says.
“Does this mean you’ll… does it mean we… am I not your mate anymore?”
His fingers clench a little tighter in my hair. “You will always be my mate. No matter what.”
He lowers the zip of his fly and exposes his cock. “I’m sorry, my love, but in this position, you’re irresistible.”
He slides his cock into my mouth, using me with slow, masterful strokes. This is twisted. This is wrong. But this is hot.
I feel the cool air of the dungeon over my bare sex, which feels so bereft. I have not been touched there at all. I have been left exposed, and now I am starting to drip with need as I taste little hints of his semen.
He fucks my mouth for a while, claiming that part of me until his cock is so hard it must be painful. He is so damn sexy, so completely commanding. The way his flinty eyes glint as he looks into mine makes my pussy grip at nothing at all.
“Whatever you are, you don’t need to worry. I can control you,” he says.
“What do you mean?” I ask the question when I get the slightest chance, when my lips are free of his cock.
“You’re more than a little domestic pet. You’re the sole offspring of one of the world’s most nefarious shifters. His name is still cursed across this nation. Your existence will stir up the pack, and others besides. Some will fear you. They will imagine that you are capable of similar deeds. Blood defines blood. But I am telling you not to worry. No matter what you are, I can handle you.”
He walks around me and slaps my ass. “What do you think of that, my mate?”
“I don’t know what to think.”
As the realization that he is not going to reject me for my father’s sins starts to settle in, new feelings start to take over. My arousal is one feeling, but it’s not the only feeling I have. Cain has teased me by using my mouth. He’s made me want his cock, but that’s almost unfair. I can’t help but desire him. But I also can’t help but notice how fucked up this all is.
I do know what to think.
I think I am furious at having been drugged inside my own alleged home. I think I am angry at having been restrained like an animal, while in my human form. I think Abel and Isabella deserve to suffer.
“Do I sense attitude in that tone?”
“No,” I lie again.
I am not going to tell him the truth because I intend to handle matters myself. I am tired of being everybody’s bitch. I am tired of being bullied by people who think they are better than me even though they are obviously, demonstrably much, much worse.
“I know you’re not happy,” he says, stroking my hair back from my head. “I know the ways of the pack seem unfair and perhaps even cruel to you.”
I bite my lower lip and keep quiet.
I want his cock.
I always want his fucking cock. The fact that I’ve just been told that my father was incredibly dangerous just reminds me that I’m not actually weak. I play weak in the effort to fit in, but apparently I’m never going to fit in anywhere. Not at my aunt’s house, and not here. So fuck it.
“I thought you’d have more to say.”
“Why don’t you shut up and fuck me.”
His brows hit his hairline, before one lowers, leaving the other up in an expression of plain displeasure. “Is that how you speak to your alpha?”