I shook my head.
“I never felt like that. I mean, if Tainer hadn’t had a gun on us, I might even have…” I bit my lip, keeping the words back. Had I really been going to say I might have enjoyed what we had done if we hadn’t been forced to do it at gunpoint?
Of course you enjoyed it—you came, didn’t you? Came for your own stepbrother when he stroked your pussy and sucked your nipples, whispered a guilty little voice in my head. I tried to push it away. None of this was my fault, I reminded myself. I wasn’t going to let these circumstances turn me into a victim!
“Ani?” Jake asked softly. “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.” I dropped my eyes again, feeling my cheeks get hot. “Nothing, I…I just think we need to remember none of this is our fault.” I waved a hand, indicating the situation we were in.
“True.” Jake nodded. “But the fact is, nobody else in the Were world is going to see it like that if Sorenson and his band of freaks actually succeeds in making me get you pregnant.”
I bit my lip, feeling a flood of emotions rush over me.
“How can we stop them, though?” I whispered. “Sorenson’s all about letting us take our time right now, but you can bet tomorrow night during the full moon, he’ll act just like Tainer did.”
“I’m afraid you’re right,” Jake said grimly. “I won’t have any choice but to knot you and if I do that, well…”
“I’ll get pregnant for sure,” I whispered.
“If you’re Heat Cycle is anywhere near where it was earlier, yes,” he said shortly.
“But…” I cleared my throat. “What…what do you mean you’d have to… to ‘knot’ me?”
“You saw the knot at the base of my shaft,” Jake said, frowning. “That’s meant to tie a Were and his mate together during breeding and it almost always ensures conception—at least in those of the Royal bloodline. Regular Weres can and do have ‘knotting parties’ where everyone in the pack breeds with everyone else and they usually only have a few pregnancies occur when they do. But Weres that have the blood of the First Wolf are much more fertile.”
“God.” I put a hand to my forehead. “I’m just not ready to be a mom yet, Jake! I mean, I just started college and I’m nowhere near my Nursing degree yet!”
“I know, I know.” Jake raked his free hand through his hair. “But early motherhood isn’t the only consequence if the rest of the Were world thinks we committed incest. We…” He shook his head.
“What? What?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” Jake said. “I just can’t get you pregnant—I can’t knot you, no matter what happens.”
“You couldn’t anyway,” I pointed out, feeling my cheeks get hot again. “I mean, I’ve never seen any, uh, male equipment outside of porn, but you seem like you’re kind of on the large side, Jake. And your, um, knot…” I motioned with both hands. “Well, there’s just no way it would fit inside me. I mean, that thing is huge.”
Especially when it swells up, I thought, remembering how it had gotten so much larger and hotter before he started coming down my throat. Which was a thought that made me blush all over again, especially since I could still taste the salted caramel flavor of his seed on the back of my tongue.
“It would fit,” Jake said flatly.
“What? How?” I asked, looking at him uncertainly.
“All male Weres make a compound in their precum that helps a female open for them,” he explained briefly. “So unfortunately, my knot would slide right in if they forced me to…” He cleared his throat. “To breed you.”
“Which they’re going to, tomorrow night at the full moon. Which is why we have to get out of here!” I said, feeling slightly ill. I didn’t know if I believed my tight, virgin pussy could really open wide enough to take his large shaft and enormous knot, but I thought it was better if we didn’t find out.
“If I could just get these damn silver cuffs off!” Jake jerked at the cuffs which rattled uselessly against the headboard. “I’m as weak as an ordinary human with them on and there’s no way I can make a complete Shift with silver touching my skin!”
“Well, there’s no way we can get them off you and there’s no way they’re taking them off,” I pointed out. “Unless…” I paused, my mind churning at about a million miles a minute.
“Unless what?” Jake demanded. But I shook my head, holding up a hand to stop him.
“Wait,” I said. “Wait, I’m thinking.”
To Jake’s credit, he shut up and let me think. After a moment, I had the rudiments of a plan—not a very good plan, maybe, but a plan nonetheless.
“Okay,” I said. “What if we could somehow convince Sorenson and Ophelia that they didn’t have to chain you down?”