The barbeque was still going strong – complete with wolves splashing loudly in the pool – as the Alpha led his three little she-wolves around the property. He pointed out various items of note, locations that were special to him and that he had missed during their initial tour. When he found that he was standing in front of the quaint little building that had been aptly-titled the Mating Bungalow, his eyes warmed at the sight. "This is what we call the Mating Bungalow," he told the ladies. He opened the front door, flicked a switch, and the entire cathedral ceiling went ablaze in a million fairy lights.
Ophelia and Crimson both oohed and aahed at the sight. Felicity stepped inside behind them, then glanced around the large open space and frowned. She crossed her arms over her petite chest protectively. "This is where –?"
The Alpha watched her and observed all of her obvious signs of discomfort, but he nodded slowly. "Yes. My father built this place and established it as the central focus for each of the pack's new matings. So, yes, this is where each pairing in the White Lightning Pack spends their first night together."
Crimson tossed herself down onto the bed and giggled. "Kinky."
Ophelia sat in a chair beside the bed, staring up at the lighted ceiling. "I love the lights, they add such an air of romance."
Felicity eventually stepped into the room fully and took a seat beside Ophelia, but her expression was severely guarded as she glanced around.
Chris observed the three she-wolves, then sat down on the edge of the bed and shrugged. "It reminds me of my dad, so I like it here."
Crimson tried to contain a chuckle. "Doesn't that kill the mood, though? Thinking of your dad when you're about to mate?"
Ophelia giggled at this, but Felicity's expression remained rather stony. Chris shrugged. "I guess maybe I should rephrase that: this space feels warm and safe, comforting, like my thoughts of my dad. So, I feel peaceful here."
"That's actually very nice," Felicity offered a faint smile, her first since their little walk had begun.
Seeing a random opportunity, Crimson crawled from her spot in the middle of the bed toward the Alpha, wrapping her arms around his neck and kneeling behind him. "How many she-wolves have you mated in this bed?" she cooed hungrily. She began to massage his shoulders from behind, alternating between kneading his flesh and rubbing her body sensuously against him.
Ophelia and Felicity went immediately wide-eyed at her audacity, but Chris wasn't fazed. "Two," he confessed and realized that his numbers were way off. In truth, he had mated four to five little wolves in this bed, but he wasn't going to share specifics with these ladies – that would only scare them off. Although, he wanted to laugh to himself, there was likely nothing he could say or do that would scare this little red-headed whore from his bed.
Crimson began running her hands over his shoulders and then slowly down his chest at this, as she nibbled at his ear. "We could up that number to five," she grinned. She was certain to rub her body up and down his back, pressing her full breasts into his flesh roughly. "We can have our own little party in here, Alpha, sir."
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
