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“Yes, I do turn into a wolf—a big, black one,” Jack assured me. “But my wolf isn’t pure. I’m not one hundred percent animal—no matter how hard I try, I can’t make a complete Shift.”
“Really?” I was very interested now. “But…what part of you uh, doesn’t Shift?”
“My eyes, mainly,” Jack said, pointing at his pale blue eyes. “They change color sometimes, but they never go from human to wolf fully. And my mouth—it looks like a wolf’s mouth, but I keep my power of speech—though I don’t sound exactly like I do when I’m in my fully human form,” he added.
“Is that something that happens to a lot of, uh, Weres? Not being able to Shift completely?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“It’s pretty rare, to be honest. At first I was afraid it might keep me from being admitted to the Pack, here. But then your father stepped up and said he would vouch for me—even offered to make me his Blood-Brother.” He sighed. “He had impeccable bloodlines, your father—he and your mother both. Some people said they could be traced all the way back to the First Wolf, which made them almost royalty, you know.”
“Really? Were royalty?” I asked, frowning. “I didn’t know there was any such thing.” Of course, I hadn’t know that werewolves were a real thing either, before that day.
“Yeah—Were Royalty.” Jack nodded. “Of course, having a wolf with that prestigious background to vouch for me put me over the edge. The Pack agreed to accept me because of your father and our Blood-bond.” He shook his head. “I owe him a debt I can never repay—and I can’t bear to hurt his memory by breeding and knotting his only daughter.”
Annnnd we had come full circle—back to the reason we couldn’t be together. I sighed and shifted, wincing as the small motion made my full breasts jiggle.
“Tell me more about knotting,” I said, deciding to change the subject. “Do male Weres really have a, uh, knot at the base of their cocks?”
Jack nodded.
“We really do, Princess.”
“Only when you’re in your wolf—er, Fur Form—or do you have it in your human form too?” I asked.
“Doesn’t matter the form, a male Were always has a knot,” Jack told me.
I thought I sensed an opportunity here.
“Show me,” I said, propping myself up on one elbow. “I want to see it.”
“Now, Madison,” he said, giving me a reproving frown. “That’s not a part of my body I ought to let you look at.”
“What—your cock?” I said, glaring at him. “You mean the same cock you rubbed against my pussy and nearly put inside me last night? The same cock I came on?”
Jack shook his head.
“All that was before I knew you were a Were, baby girl.”
“I don’t care about that,” I said crossly. “I want to see it—and not just for curiosity’s sake. I want proof that everything you’ve been telling me is true. Otherwise I might think you’re just gaslighting me!”
“Gaslighting you?” Jack looked disturbed. “I would never do that to you, baby girl—I would never lie to you,”
“Then let me see your knot—let me see for myself,” I demanded. “Come on—show me. If you want to have any hope in hell of convincing me to go down to that damn Pack Ground tonight and offer myself up as a living sexual sacrifice, you’d better let me see it.”
Jack must have seen the steely glint in my eyes—I might like him to take care of me, but I wasn’t some helpless baby that could never fight back. At last he nodded.
“All right—I’ll show you.”
Unbuckling his belt, he pushed his jeans and boxers down his lean hips and muscular thighs until his long, thick cock was revealed.
“Mmm—thank you, Daddy,” I said, looking at my prize. I had felt him against me the night before, of course, but I had never seen his long, thick shaft up close. It was really impressive, let me tell you—longer and thicker than anything I had seen in any of the porn I had watched.
But there was something that was definitely different from the men I’d seen naked on porn videos. At the base of Jack’s shaft was a thick swelling. It went all the way around, encircling the entire root of his cock.
“Is that it?” I asked, reaching over to touch it.
“Yes, Princess, that’s it,” he said gruffly, catching my wrist before I could make contact. “But I only promised to show it to you—not to let you play with it.”
“I never said I wanted to play with it,” I protested. “I just want to see it all the way hard—I want to know if the knot swells and gets any bigger than it is now.”
“Of course it swells,” he growled and I could see he wanted to let me touch it—he was just feeling guilty because of those the stupid “Pack Laws.”
