Sweeter Tease (Sequel To Sweet Tease)

Chapter Thirty-Six

{Octavia's Point of View}

I was bent over and stepping into my pants when I felt a warm body pressed against my back.  I stiffened until I realized that it was Janessa that was pressed against me.  I grunted softly as her hands pressed against my belly.  One of her hands slide down to my belly, to toy with the waistband of my panties.  She ran her slender fingers against my skin and I shivered.

"Janessa... I-I'm going to be late..."

I stuttered as her hand made its way into my panties and against my stiffening dick.  I bit my lip to stifle a groan as she wrapped her hand around my shaft., her fingers not able to touch with how thick I am.  Her thumb teased my now leaking tip and my  hips bucked against her hand.  She ran her tongue up the back of my neck and drug her fangs gently across my flesh.

"You'll make time for this, Daddy."

She rolled her tongue across my neck and to my ear, using the tips of her fangs to tease me.  I spurted some pre-cum on her fingers and she used it to glide her hand against me easier.  I gasped hard as she nibbled down my neck to my shoulder, scraping her fangs before sinking them into my shoulder.

I had moved a hand to hold myself up with my dresser, and when she bit me, I came hard, unable to hold back a loud moan of pleasure.  My cum splattered against the top of my dresser and down the front as I spasmed to a stop.  I grunted another small orgasm as Janessa pulled her teeth from my neck and began cleaning up the blood that escaped.  Her hand moved to cup the entirety of my cock and balls and she squeezed gently.

"I'm pregnant, Octavia."

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I bounced my leg as I sat across from my mother, who simply stared at me.  I raised an eyebrow as she continued to stare, but the silence was becoming unbearable.  I rolled my shoulders and sat forward, resting my elbows on my thighs as I repeated my question from a few minutes ago.  Maybe she'd actually answer me instead of just staring at me and breathing like a fat kid who was staring at his favourite piece of chocolate cake.

"Mom, a trusted source told me that you're the Wolf Queen.  Is there any truth to that?"

Maybe she'd answer because I reworded it.  I certainly wasn't expecting her to sigh like she was expelling her entire soul from her body.

"Fuck, I had hoped you'd never find out," she murmured lowly before she spoke normally to me.  "There is truth to that.  Officially, my title is 'Wolf Queen, Champion of the Moon Goddess.'  My name before I met your father was Alexis Mercario."

I stared at her while she spoke, not really even sure where to begin on the myth that was sitting directly in front of me.  I blinked a few times at her and then I cleared my throat.

"Does dad know?"

My mother's eyes widened considerably and she shook her head sharply.

"No!  And he can't find out!  That part of my life was never meant to happen! I don't regret it, but once I met your father, I gave up that mantle.  The Wolf Queen became what she should have been originally: a myth."

I stared at my mother in disbelief.  As young wolves we're told stories of the ruthless Wolf Queen.  The woman who single-handedly destroyed several hundreds of countries just because she could. The woman who, according to the stories we're told as pups, was damn near immortal.  As unkillable as the very Moon Goddess we wolves worship and serve.