My knot pins us together, keeping my hot cum locked inside her tight, apparently seriously fertile pussy.Ah. Well, then.
“You could have got on the pill before finding me. Maybe it’s not foolproof for shifters, but it could have helped. Why didn’t you?”
She just smiles. Is she crazy?
And, better question, do Ilikethat she might be a little crazy? Because my cock throbs inside her, hardening again beyond the knot holding us together.
She glances down. She definitely noticed. She asks, “What part of that just turned you on?”
“You’re just wild. I don’t know what to make of you.”
She laughs. “I swear this is the craziest thing I’ve ever done.”
“But why no birth control?” Granted, I could have grabbed a condom. If I had them. Which I don’t, because I don’t ever see anyone up here. “You got a kink or something? You like the idea of getting knocked up by a guy you barely know?”
At that, the image from earlier flashes through my mind, the one of her pregnant.
It’s me. I’m the one with the kink for knocking her up.
Apparently.
She laughs again beneath me, way happier and calmer than I ever would have predicted based on how she was when I found her nearly frozen to death not so long ago. It’s a laugh that reverberates up through my body, warming me in a way I never knew I needed.
“Maybe I do. But it doesn’t matter, because back in my old pack, we were forbidden from using it. Birth control, I mean.”
“What?” I freeze. “The fuck.”
Chapter eight
More Like Second Date Material
Alittle of her cheeriness fades and she glances away. “Yeah, like I said, the alpha has a harem. And he likes to…I mean, it’s just pure luck I haven’t got pregnant already. I don’t want to have his kid.”
“That’s so fucked up.” I don’t believe this shit actually happens in the twenty-first century. But I guess I shouldn’t be so shocked.
Shifter packs can get kinda cultish sometimes, because we live so isolated. That’s part of why I rejected mine.
I’d rather live alone.
“A lot of my harem-sisters were into it. I was the weird one for wanting to leave.”
“Damn. They were seriously okay with it?”
She nods weakly. “I think so. Or maybe they were just brainwashed. That’s what took me so long to run. I had no one to plan an escape with. I second-guessed myself for years.”
Years. That word stings.
White-hot anger rages through me. Just how long did she put up with this abuse?
She keeps going, oblivious to my anger on her behalf. “But I saved what little money I could squirrel away until we had an outing to town, and from there I caught a bus, then another, and I did some research online looking for packs with lone alphas, and after several weeks on the run, I finally tracked you down and I hitchhiked out here. Told the driver I was visiting a friend. And then I got walking. But it was getting dark and I got lost looking for your cabin, a cabin I wasn’t even sure existed, and then I fell down that embankment and thought I was done for. As I lay there freezing, I thought at least if I died, I’d be free. And you know the rest.”
I swear under my breath. I feel like I should make some tea or something. Get her a blanket.
But I’m stuck here straddling her naked, my knot locking us together, so all I can do is hug her, letting the heat of her body melt into mine.
I don’t know how long it’ll be.
I’ve never done this. Casual sex isn’t really a thing among shifters. Or, hell if I know, maybe it is. But it doesn’t seem like a very smart idea, given the risks.
