TJ was rubbing a slow circular pattern across the she-wolf's lower back as he spoke soothingly. "Calm down, Phee," he implored her. "It's not the end of the world, okay? You had a shitty day, your mate is an asshole. I get it, we get it."
Crimson nodded in agreement as she continued to embrace her bestie. "So what if he wants you to contribute and meet the pack, that's not such a big deal, right? It could be a lot fucking worse. I don't even want to allow my mind to wander into truly devastating territory—"
"You don't work," Phee interrupted, sniffling as she rubbed her tears across her friend's tiny black crop top. "Why should I have to work? I'm the Luna, aren't I?"
At this, the other girl seemed to stiffen. "Phee, I don't work because Chris is still hoping to get rid of me; he's just waiting for that moment where TJ or I fuck up and he can toss me to the wolves." She and her mate cracked up laughing at this, but the Luna did not smile. Crimson sighed. "Look, babe: I know where I stand in this pack and my position is a bit precarious. My old pack doesn't want me and the only wolves in this pack that want me are the two of you!" Sighing, she continued. "For what it's worth, I think Chris is trying to give you something to do with your time while you're preggers, so that you're not lying around in bed dreaming of aborting that little monster and eating junk food."
TJ continued rubbing the Luna's lower back as he chewed his bottom lip. "She's right, baby girl. Chris just wants you occupied so that you're not spending every second sitting around. More than likely, so that you're not sitting around with this slut over here." He gestured toward his mate and smirked. "Chris loves the shit that she's been teaching you, but he also hates it. I think he fears what you two are," he paused and shrugged, "what's the word I want?"
"Plotting?" his mate grinned deviously and wiggled her eyebrows. "Do you think that he's afraid that I'm filling Phee's head with all kinds of crazy shit? Because I totally am, or, well, I'm trying to!"
"I actually think he wonders if the two of you are fucking," TJ confessed with heat tainting his voice. "I'll bet he jacks himself off in that fucking office of his while dreaming of the two of you rubbing your tits all over each other. He probably gets rock hard at the thought of you girls licking each other's tight little snatches."
Crimson rolled her eyes and snorted. "No, asshole, that's just you! I don't think Chris actually thinks like that at all."
"Because you're such an expert on my brother?" he practically growled.
She shrugged, looking bored. "Teej, I fooled around with him, remember? I have a good understanding of how his brain seems to work, and I don't think he's whacking it and dreaming of Phee here as a lesbian Olympian. He seems more in the moment: if it was presented to him, he'd be into it, but I don't see him sitting around popping wood at obscene thoughts like that."
Still purring under TJ's ministrations, Ophelia opened her eyes and glanced up at her bestie. "I've never, well, I've not," her voice trailed off into silence and she hiccupped. "When you did those things with your mouth and we kissed, that was the first time I ever, umm, with another girl."
"We know, baby girl," TJ smirked. He was still lying behind the Luna and rubbing her back gently, trying to calm and comfort the young she-wolf. "Are you feeling better now?"
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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...
