Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2] Read Online Free Page A

X-cross, scowling fiercely. "Jessie, stop being such a drama queen. You're embarrassing me."
    "I don't want this, Jake," Jessie insisted, giving his Dom a pleading look. "Just let me go."
    "When are you going to learn? I'm your Dom and you're my sub. That means you do what I say, whether you like it or not."
    Just like that, Jake left him there, trapped on the cross. He took Clint's sub and forced him on all fours in front of the X-cross. The submissive didn't utter a single word as Jake unzipped his pants, spat in his palm and slicked up his dick with saliva.
    It was all surreal. As he watched Jake thrust into the other sub, Jessie heard the sound of a zipper being lowered behind him. "Don't worry," Clint whispered in his ear. "This will hurt you so good."
    Something inside Jessie snapped. He began to struggle, trying to free himself from the cuffs. Against all odds, it worked. Suddenly, his hands were free and he stumbled away from the X-cross, confused and dazed. Jake tried to reach for him, but Jessie pushed him away. Feeling more frightened than he ever had in his life, Jessie turned on his heel and fled.
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    "I got lucky," Jessie said as he finished the story. "I think the cuffs were faulty or something. To this day, I don't really remember the details of what happened after that. I got home somehow, and I begged my Dad to move. We packed up and sold everything, and we moved here. I transferred to another university. I never saw Jake again. I vowed to leave the lifestyle behind, and I haven't been in any relationship since. I came here today to try to face that, but it looks like I failed."
    He stared at his hands, embarrassed at his own weakness, frustrated with the fact that he'd failed at pleasing the man who could have become his master. Doubtlessly, Andreas wouldn't want to have anything to do with him now. No one needed a broken sub with so much baggage he himself couldn't lug it around.
    Much to his surprise, though, Andreas gripped his chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Jessie, listen to me very carefully. That man you were with wasn't a real Dom. He was an abusive asshole who didn't truly understand the lifestyle. What he tried to do to you was despicable and a crime. Contrary to what he might have said to you, what we share together isn't solely about the Dom's desires, but about mutual consent and mutual pleasure. You didn't fail in anything. You're a very brave, very beautiful young man, and I'm honored that you chose to trust me, in spite of everything that happened to you."
    Andreas kissed Jessie's hands, and just like that, Jessie's tears dried. "I do trust you," he admitted. "I don't know why, but I feel like I've known you forever."
    "Then let me love you, Jessie," Andreas said. "All you have to do is say yes, and I'll show you what a true Dom-sub relationship can be like."
    Jessie met Andreas's bright blue eyes and said. "Yes."
    The moment he said the word something shifted in Andreas's stance and his gaze. From the understanding man that had listen to Jessie's story and kissed his forehead, Andreas turned into a...predator. Jessie didn't have any other word for it, although even that was probably a poor descriptor. His lover was Master Andreas now, and there was no going around that.
    When Master Andreas reached for the cuffs again, Jessie didn't try to fight him. He shivered a bit as the Dom snapped the cuffs around his wrists, but it helped that his master took it slowly. And he was so close to Jessie now, so impossibly close that Jessie's nostrils were invaded by his intoxicating, delicious scent. God, he loved that smell. It was wild and virile, all man, and it aroused Jessie like the strongest of opiates. Before he knew it, he was immobilized against the headboard, his hands now trapped in the cuffs.
    Master Andreas left the bed and Jessie watched him with curiosity and anxiety as he waited for the Dom to decide his fate. Oddly, the cuffs didn't feel scary anymore, and in fact, the feel of