Things had settled down again over the past few weeks. With Isolde helping out at the daycare and having quickly grasped all the ropes, Layla and Rain felt less pressure. Ophelia wasn't exactly working, per se, but she was contributing much more to the pack than previously, which made Chris lay off her and smile much more frequently. In fact, right now, he was seated beside her at the patio table, carefully massaging her swollen feet and ankles with his strong hands. She leaned her head back seemed to purr at his touch. "That feels so fucking good, oh my goddess."
Seated across from the Alpha and Luna, Rain turned to her mate and scrunched up her face. "How come you don't give me foot rubs, huh?"
"Because I'm not into public footjobs," Ryan winked at her and then pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Besides, someone has to be the responsible adult around here and make sure that the patrols are happening despite it being a beautifully sunny Saturday afternoon. I'll sleep much better tonight knowing that your adorable footsies are safe rather than massaged."
"This is the part where I want to do an interpretive dance to Panic! At the Disco's 'Say Amen (Saturday Night)'," Layla beamed, "but I have all the grace of a beached blue whale right about now, so it ain't happening."
Rain exploded into laughter, and her mate shook his head slowly as he stepped away from the table. "You ladies are so odd." Walking over to the Alpha, he slapped the back of his brother's head. "Are you coming?"
"Maybe in his shorts," Layla smirked.
Chris quickly relinquished his hold on his Luna's tiny little feet and groaned. "Fine. I'll be an adult too," he grumbled as he stood up and stretched. Leaning back down, he pressed a soft kiss into Ophelia's raven locks and whispered into her ear. "Don't forget to ask the ladies your questions, okay?"
"Oh dear goddess," Rain leaned over and whispered to her bestie. "Here we go again with that bullshit! Why does he keep trying to pass her off onto us?"
Layla smirked cruelly. "Because he'd have to stop fucking her long enough to talk to her, and we both know that ain't gonna happen."
Oblivious, the Luna leaned back and seemed to swallow up the sunshine on her skin. For once she was actually fully clothed, sporting a pair of stretchy black leggings that hugged her newfound curves and an oversized tee that was massive enough to belong to her mate. She sighed wistfully to fill the silence that was growing with the departure of the two wolves, flexing her toes as she watched her mate toss off his clothing, shift, and then disappear into the woods.
Very much appreciating the view, Layla took a slow sip of water and then hiccuped before covering her mouth and snorting. "Why do I keep getting hiccups?"
"I don't know," Rain patted her on the back as though she were choking. "Maybe you need to learn to drink correctly? As in, slow down and relax a little. Or, perhaps, did a certain naked wolf get your heart racing? Was seeing Ryan's sexy tush too much for you?"
Their conversation seemed to pique Ophelia's interest, and she lifted her head to gaze across the table at the pair of friends. "Is that a pregnancy thing?" she mused, ignoring all talk of the two naked men.
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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...
