Free The Breed by EL Anders Page B

from mine. You need my cock all the way inside you—filling
your pussy to the hilt—to soothe the ache and end your heat.
Without it, your hormones will just keep escalating until your
heart can’t take it any more.”
    “That’s crazy.” I stared at him
incredulously. “I don’t believe you.”
    He shrugged. “Believe me or not, it’s the
truth. Look, I’ll leave you now.” Standing, he refastened his pants
and straightened his shirt. “Do some research of your own if you
want and call me when you need me. Because you will need me,
Lexie. I guarantee that.” His eyes were suddenly sad. “I just wish
you wanted me as well.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Lukas was right.
    The pain in my nipples and breasts got bad
almost at once. Wearing the Breeder outfit helped some but not
enough. And then the ache in my pussy began. It was a deep, empty
need, a yearning to be filled like nothing I had ever experienced
before. And though I knew exactly what I needed, I resisted it with
all my might.
    Lukas had left me his phone number, scrawled
on a piece of paper by the scotch bottle on the bar. I guess he’d
figured rightly that I would see it there while I was trying to
drown my sorrows—and the ever growing pain.
    I made it for three days and I don’t even
know how I went that long. By the end it was just sheer, dogged
determination because everything hurt and burned and throbbed. I
couldn’t walk without pain and could barely stand to take a shower.
Even the soft flow of water over my nipples and pussy was too much
to bear.
    And it wasn’t just the pain—it was the need.
The endless loop of desire that played out in my brain and my
entire body for that matter. My body was demanding that I do
something and unfortunately I knew exactly what it wanted. I just
wasn’t ready to give in to those demands yet.
    But finally, on the fourth night after I had
sent Lukas away for the second time I reached for my phone. I knew
what I had to do—or what I had to let him do, anyway. There
was just no other way—nothing eased the pain. Pain meds just dulled
it and even the strongest sleeping pills only let me get a few
restless, fitful minutes of sleep before the need woke me up again.
I couldn’t go on this way. Couldn’t stand it anymore.
    But was I really desperate enough to let my
own brother fuck me?
    As I pressed the digits of Lukas’ number into
my phone, I knew the answer was yes. But once this is over I’ll
never see him again, I promised myself. I’ll forget about
all this and go back to living a normal life.
    I hoped, anyway.
    Lukas answered on the first ring, as though
he’d been waiting for my call. “Lexie,” he said before I even spoke
a word.
    “Just tell me one thing,” I said, my voice
hoarse with pain and need. “Is it just the once? Is that all I need
to get…to get over this?”
    “Yes, Lexie.” His deep voice sounded tired
and sad and a little angry too. “Just once and then your heat will
start winding down. Eventually it will taper off completely and
you’ll be able to suppress your cycle with that damn tea again—if
that’s what you want.”
    “That’s exactly what I want,” I said grimly.
“But I can’t…I can’t stand it anymore. I’m dying, Lukas.”
    “Don’t talk like that.” His voice was filled
with concern. “Don’t say that Lexie, even if you’re just joking
around.”
    “I don’t know that I am,” I said honestly.
“The pain and the need to be…to be filled is really bad. And didn’t
you tell me I would die if I didn’t let you?”
    “Not for a long, long time,” he said.
“Although you’d probably want to die long before you
actually did.”
    “Well I want to right now,” I said, my voice
breaking despite all I could do to stop myself. “Because I don’t
want you to do this but…but I can’t help it. I guess I need you to.”
    “It’s all right, Lexie,” he murmured
reassuringly. “I’m on my way right now. I’ll be at the penthouse
before you know