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“I came in through the passageway,” Gabriel murmured.
“What passageway?” I demanded—perhaps a little too loudly because he put his hand over my mouth again.
“Shhh! Just because he’s busy breeding her doesn’t mean his senses aren’t fucking sharp as a knife! A Pack Master is always on high alert.”
I risked a glance through the crack in the closet door again…and wished I hadn’t. Esteban was right behind my mother, pounding into her. What they were doing looked horribly painful to me, but she seemed to be loving it! Her lovely face was twisted into a rictus of agonized pleasure and she was backing to meet him with every thrust.
“Dios! I told you, don’t look. It will only scare the fuck out of you the first time you have to get bred.” Gabriel turned me to face him. My eyes had adjusted somewhat to the gloom of the closet and there was a tiny bit of light coming in from the crack in the door. Looking up at him, I thought he seemed like a dark angel with his thick, blue-black hair falling over his forehead and his intense silver-gray eyes staring down at me in the darkness.
There was a mixture of protectiveness and…something else I couldn’t name in my older stepbrother’s gaze. He didn’t offer me the easy affection that Christopher did, but I could tell he wanted to keep me safe.
“Come on.” He took me by the hand and led me deeper into the closet. “We need to get out of here before they hear us.”
I didn’t think there was much danger of that—my stepfather and my mother seemed wholly engrossed in the rough, passionate sex they were having—but I didn’t want to stay there and watch. The sight sickened and confused me. How could my mother act like that? How could she want such an evil man to do such horrible things to her?
Gabriel led me through a small door at the back of the closet and down a long dark passageway. This opened to a narrow, winding set of stairs and, to my surprise, we came out in the back of the linen closet that was right beside my room.
“Oh!” I blinked as we stepped out into the dim light of the upstairs hallway. “How did you know all this was here?” I asked Gabriel.
“I came with my father when he decided to buy it.” He shrugged. “Used to belong to the leader of a cartel—mean fucker named Don Diego, who used these passages for storing drugs.”
“He did?” I asked. “Did he get killed?”
Gabriel shook his head.
“Nah. He got chased back across the border by the DEA and now he lives in Mexico. The government put the land and the house up for auction so the Pack Master got it for cheap.” He gave a mirthless laugh. “I don’t think Don Diego has ever forgiven my father for buying the perfect mansion he spent years building out from under him.”
It was a fascinating topic but I was less interested in the house and how my stepfather had acquired it than what I had seen in the bedroom. The image of Esteban and my mother kept playing over and over in my brain, tormenting me with questions.
“How could she do that?” I burst out, my hands curling into fists. “How could my mother act like that with him? She hates him—I know she does!”
“Oh yeah—she fucking hates him. But she needs him, too,” Gabriel said.
“What does that mean? How could anyone need or want anyone to do that to them?”
“You’re still so innocent, aren’t you, little mouse?” Gabriel gave me a sardonic smile and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Don’t blame your mother—it has to do with her Heat Cycle. You don’t understand because you haven’t had your first one yet. When a female Were goes into heat, she has the intense need to be bred.”
“I…I still don’t understand,” I confessed. The books I’d checked out had explained the mechanics of human reproduction but nothing I had read could explain the urgency and brutality of the act I had witnessed.
“You won’t fully understand until you come into Heat yourself,” Gabriel told me. “You’d just better pray you have a mate by then or it’s going to be hell for you—going through it with no male to help you out.”
“Help me out?” I asked uncertainly.
“Fuck you. Breed you.” His eyes flashed silver in the dim light. “When that happens to you—when your Heat comes on—you won’t give a goddamn if you hate the male you’re with or not. You’ll just be begging for his cock inside your soft little pussy, filling you with his seed.”
I stiffened.
“No, I won’t! I won’t ever want something like…like that.” I thought of the dirty, hairy sausage I’d seen sticking out of Manuel’s trousers the night he’d grabbed me and of the thick shaft I’d seen Esteban pull out just a few minutes before. “I don’t see how anything that big could even fit,” I added, feeling sick.
