The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Fifty-eight: I can fix that

Lynn's POV

   I slept like a baby, I enjoyed my night. Never in my entire life have I slept so peacefully. It was cold and pleasant and the pillow was unique. The warmth making me cozy was better than snuggling my little sisters or Frost, it felt too homely and perfect.

   I yawned and smacked my lips thrice. "You slept well?" Ella asked. I guess I snuck into her room again.

   "I did, like a baby," I said gleefully, not bothering to open my eyes. Whoever made this pillow needs an award. That bitch finally bought something good with money.

   "Like a baby, huh?" Ella asked sarcastically.

   "Yup!"

   "Why won't you sleep like an infant when you flattened my boobs with your enormous head?!" She yelled. I chuckled. Since when does she have boobs? This girl needs to learn how to dream at the right time. She still has a long way to go before anything grows on her chest.

   "You are six, you don't have any boobs and your body is too small to lay on. I'll break most of your ribs if I lay my head on your tiny chest so why should I? Ella, is this a new kind of way to get me to buy something for you?  You just need to ask,"

   "How dare you mention another woman's name after what I did for you last night?! And how dare you forget!!! Open your eyes, you nitwit!" She sounded furious and her voice sounded like Krystal's.

   "No, I want to sleep more. I really love this pillow," I moaned, squeezing the soft cotton. That's funny, it's shaped like… I opened my eyes sharply and looked up at the gloomy face of Krystal. I'd never heard the sound of a death bell until that moment. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. Memories of what happened the previous night rushed into my head and my cheeks reddened from embarrassment. I can't believe I forgot. "I'm sorry."

   "You don't say sorry after mentioning another woman's name instead of mine, and still slipping your hand into my shirt," I closed my eyes and snuggled into her. "Get off me, Lynn," she snapped.

   "But they are so soft," I whined, fondling her left breast. Damn! Her breasts are not only the right size, they are the right texture. Her soft bosom melted in my hand like mush, went between my fingers and her nipple rubbed my palm tenderly. I let out a groan as Junk came to life with a howl. She groaned softly, pushing her head back into the pillow.

   "Lynn, I'm warning you,"

   "There are my properties so I have right over them and also you,"

   "I'm not your wife!" She yelled distraughtly, squirming a little. I smiled up at her, keeping my gaze locked with hers as I leaned closer to her tit. She took in a sharp breath as she watched me with an uncertain look. I drew her nipple with my teeth through her tank top and ate into it.

   "Lynn, please stop," she said weakly. I continued chewing on it while lifting her top gently. Any wrong move and she would snap out of it. I knew last night was a one-time thing, but I couldn't stop myself from trying my luck.

   I knelt up, hovering over her beautiful body. I pulled her top up completely, watching her carefully. Her eyes were shut and her head was thrown back into the pillow. Her lips continued muttering her protest, while her body reacted the opposite way. I licked her bare cleavage leisurely, and she moaned loudly, squirming and begging me to stop. I sucked on one tit, sliding her hands up to the bars at the headboard. With a little change of eye color, I successfully cuffed her to the bed.

   "What the… Merlynn!"

«You shouldn't have done that!» Junk screamed. «Now she's mad!»

   "I need you to hold still while daddy works wonders on your body… no, our body since your body is mine," I said grinningly.