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

be true, but when Jessie looked into the other man's eyes, he finally dared to truly believe. Master Andreas wasn't Jake. That much had been obvious from the very beginning. But something existed between them, something both of them felt, something that not even the clouds of Jessie's past could destroy.
    He'd told himself that he would trust Master Andreas. Then why was he second guessing everything? He needed to stop, believe and surrender. That was it. Simple.
    Finding refuge in that thought, Jessie smiled. Master Andreas smiled back, and then that gentle twist of lips turned into a wicked smirk. He reached for the nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lubricant already waiting there. He squirted a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers and reached for Jessie's opening. Jessie watched him with avid eyes. In a way, he was glad that Master Andreas had removed the blindfold. While he appreciated the freedom it could provide, he needed to see this, to see Master Andreas, just so that he could truly be sure this wasn't a dream.
    Master Andreas inserted one slick finger into Jessie's opening. Jessie moaned, straining against the cuffs as he tried to push back against the digit. Master Andreas's free hand landed on his hip, squeezing lightly. In the gesture, Jessie read reassurance and he breathed through his lust, forcing his body to relax and accept what was being given. Even as a second finger joined the first, Jessie kept watching Master Andreas. His heart still raced, and his skin sizzled with lust, but for some reason, with every second that passed, that passion melted into the peace Jessie had been looking for, a peace that had been denied to him for too long. He moaned when Master Andreas brushed his digits over his prostate, but he didn't think anyone could have blamed him for that.
    Master Andreas scissored his fingers inside Jessie, stretching his channel, preparing him for a deeper, more fulfilling penetration. He was maddeningly thorough with it, and he took forever with the process, as if he found a particular brand of pleasure in torturing Jessie like this. When Master Andreas finally pulled his digits out of Jessie's channel, Jessie could have sobbed in relief.
    He didn't, because he was too busy admiring Master Andreas as the Dom finally took his clothes off. The man seemed crafted from divine cloth, all sleek muscle and hot, virile male. If Jessie hadn't been bound, he'd have loved to trace the lines of his six pack with his tongue. And damn, Master Andreas's dick seemed even more magnificent now that in the auditorium. Was that even possible? Jessie didn't know. The only thing he was absolutely certain of was that he needed to feel all that hot, muscular form on top of him, and that long, prick fucking him.
    Master Andreas had other ideas. Now naked, he brought a long, slender dildo to the bed. He slicked up the toy with more lubricant and placed it against Jessie's opening. Jessie would have complained—he wanted Master Andreas's cock, not a substitute—but he'd thrown all caution to the wind now, and he knew that, in time, the Dom would give him everything and anything.
    For all his resolve, Jessie couldn't keep his mouth shut. When the blunt head of the toy slid past his opening, Jessie groaned. "Ah, yes... More. Master Andreas... Please."
    This time, his Dom didn't chastise him for it. Instead, he said, "That's it, pretty. Scream for me. I want to hear you beg. Scream and moan and plead. Show me how much you need me."
    Being given permission to do that was a gift Jessie hadn't expected. Jake had always hated hearing him. Whenever they'd been in bed together, he'd gagged Jessie, and he always said a sub's job was to shut up and take it. But Master Andreas wasn't like that, and his words shattered a barrier inside Jessie that he hadn't even known was there.
    He did scream then. He begged and pleaded and blurted out a million things which he couldn't understand himself. Master Andreas began thrusting