Exhausted from the past few weeks of chaos, Chris collapsed onto his plush mattress and impressive pile of blankets, and stared up at the cathedral ceiling with a sigh. "Phee?" he called out, curiously. "Where you at, little she?"
After a few minutes of silence, the only sound the central air dancing out of the overhead vents, he frowned. Ophelia hadn't seemed entirely happy since her inception into the pack, and she was definitely less than thrilled when he informed her that she was carrying his pup. She hadn't allowed him to touch her since their first night together and, worse yet, she often times slept on the sofa in the great room or asked him to do so. He knew that he had made a mess of things by choosing her, but he was still very adamant in his belief that he had made the right choice. She was stunning and she was already carrying his pup; and that made her perfect.
Placing an arm over his eyes and inhaling deeply, he was lulled to a near-slumber by the air circulation and the peaceful quiet. It wasn't long before he heard a noise, a faint splashing and then a giggle. Wrinkling his nose, he strained to hear more and he heard another laugh clearly coming from the bathroom.
Sitting up slowly and trying to reorient his tired body, he stared at the door to the en suite and smirked. That dirty little she-wolf: she must have decided to surprise him. Excited by the thought of his gorgeous mate naked and covered in bubbles, he sauntered into the bathroom and found her just that - very much nude and very much soaking in a steaming bubble bath. It was the presence of the other she-wolf that shocked him.
Crimson feigned innocence and wiggled her fingers in greeting. "Well, hello!" she waved. "Look who's home!"
Ophelia turned the color of the other girl's hair and tried to sink down into the bubbles. "You're back," she squeaked.
The Alpha stared at the pair and shook his head slowly. "What's going on, ladies?"
Clearly the gangleader, Crimson moved to her knees at the foot of the tub, exposing her perky breasts. "I was showing Ophelia a few things," she practically purred. "Don't you want her to know how to make you feel good?"
The Alpha was speechless at this, turning his gaze to his little mate who was blushing profusely.
The other she-wolf continued to leer up at him. "Don't you want her to know how to make her own body feel good?"
Chris stammered a bit as he leaned his tall frame against the doorway. Truly unsure what he had walked in on, he simply gasped, "What?"
Ophelia sat up straighter, realized instantly that she was exposing her breasts, and then sunk back into the foam. "Crimson said that she could show me how to touch myself so that it didn't hurt when you, when you, when you put—"
Across the small space of the tub, Crimson rolled her eyes. "When he sticks his gigantic cock in you and fucks you stupid."
The older girl turned her eyes downward, refusing to meet her mate's curious and hungry stare. He cleared his throat and approached the tub, seating himself on the platform's edge. "Are you a curious little she?" he spoke softly down at his petite mate. "Is Crimson teaching you about pleasure?"
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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...
