"What are you doing?" I whispered as if we weren't the only ones in the room. Just like the Vixen she was, my Mate wandered into my office and, upon finding me alone, pushed me back and crawled under my desk.
"Do you really need me to explain to you what I'm doing?" She responded with a devilish grin as she slowly unzipped my pants.
I rolled my eyes at her whitty remark. "You didn't lock the door. What if someone comes in, they could see." My whisper turned to a hiss as her full lips wrapped around my cock. She pulled her mouth off for a moment, leaving her tongue to tease my slit as she glanced behind her. The other side of this wooden desk had such ornate detail carved into it that it went all the way to the floor. You couldn't even see her feet sticking out from under her body where she knelt between my legs.
"Then you better keep your dirty little secret tucked away under here; because I'm not leaving until you've spilt every last drop." With that declaration, she swallowed my cock whole. She gagged as I felt the head kiss her throat, but she kept on going.
I leaned back, one hand running through my bangs while the other scratched through the leather arm of my chair. "Fuck, Cat-"
Barret woke with a jolt. "What the fuck-" he muttered. He reached up to tug his bangs in frustration oh yeah, that was just a dream Barret had to remind himself again of his now short hair. But, it seemed that he wasn't the only thing that woke from his dream. If the tent in his bed sheets wasn't enough, his aching swollen cock made it very clear that it was also awake. Barret's head lulled to the side, her side still empty and cold.
Seeing the sun's rays cast a glow across the bed sheets, Barret knew he couldn't be the only one awake at this hour. "Rosalita" He mindlinked. The Alpha hummed in afterthought, already imagining the sensation of her servicing him as he relaxed back into his pillow. His mind carried away for a moment at the thought of her riding him in reverse so he could squeeze her ass while he watched her pussy sink down onto his cock again and again. It was when his hand wandered into the sheets and started to stroke, he realized she had yet to respond to his mindlink. Guess she is still asleep. He didn't waste his time any longer with her, immediately on to his next bed fellow. Rosalita was always his first choice, but during moments like now when she couldn't be reached- "Olivia" he mindlinked again.
Afer 10 minutes, he sat up in frustration and gave up. Even as he stroked himself, it wasn't enough...not unless he let his mind wander to his dream, to her, and he refused to let himself give into those urges just because the Moon Goddess said so. Well, if he couldn't fuck, he might as well start his day.
Being the Alpha, his bedroom was fairly larger than most. A four post king-sized bed lay in the middle of the room. Chiffon curtains were pulled back and tied off to each post. Behind the bed at the farthest part of the room was a sitting area, originally set just for him but big enough for two. It's where he took his breakfast every morning. It was where he met Vanessa after Mrs. Clearwater retired from packhouse duties and she was reassigned. It wasn't until months after she had already been on his service that his eyes suddenly opened one day. Suddenly he saw her, he really saw her, his Vanessa, and quickly she became his everything.
Barret's stomach rumbled, reminding him that no one else had resumed Vanessa's duties since they decided she was to become his Luna. And yet, there was fresh blood in his pack waiting for him to assign her her duties. Perfect he thought. From last night, he had a sense that she had a stubborn pride, and he could only imagine forcing her to act like his maid.
Barret was already down the hall to find Cat when that 'maid' thought struck him. He turned around, his feet quickly rerouting him to the service hallways. This was the central location that all supplies were delivered to and stored in the packhouse: hand tools, cleaners, chemicals, laundry, uniforms, etc.
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A Dying Legacy
Fantasía22 years ago, when Caterina was nothing more than a grapefruit sized fetus, a pandemic turned the world werewolves had known upside down. She-woves across the globe fell sick to this virus. Unfortunately, not all she-wolves survived. And, as the bi...