Silver Creek Not a woman's job

It was too bad Cyclone could not read minds, or she would have had a blast explaining all the dirty deeds she’d done before meeting Addison’s father. Not to mention the dirty deeds she had wished to do with Addison’s father. Not just him, but all of his sons, too. Oh, if only! Alas, Cyclone had resigned to save herself for the springtime. Even once she was paired, she planned to play (or fight) off any attempts her new husband might make until she was ready to make children with him. Since this pack didn’t believe in cock for pleasure, that seemed to be the only right time for it.

Cyclone glanced in Addison’s direction as the other, smaller girl approached. Neasa herself was no giant, just medium built, but Addison was petite and light. That might have been attractive to some, but Cyclone saw it as a form of weakness. How could such a petite thing be expected to bear many children? Was that not the only purpose of a woman? To sit pretty and give her husband many sons and daughters? If she could only do one of those two things, she would only be half as attractive. The Blackthorn liked to think she could do both, especially if such a thing was passed down. Her own mother had dozens of children.

The boys will want to know the best hunting spots, Cyclone replied. And what was Addison doing for the pack? It was too bad all the best stock was unavailable to her. She would have to be married off to some non-Odolf male who would probably be constantly judged by her brothers. Either that or Grayson would be unable to find a suitable mate, and she would die a sad woman with no husband or children. “Pity,” Cyclone thought.