[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...
Ophelia was seated atop a gigantic exercise ball in the pack's gym, watching her mate as he walked on a treadmill at what seemed a very quick pace for a stroll. Her brown eyes were wide as she watched the muscles in his legs flex, and she felt herself beginning to consider some very naughty things for the first time in well over a week. She had to focus to stick with their conversation, though. "I don't understand," she frowned up at him, shaking away the naughty thoughts. "I thought you wanted me to pick a she-wolf to attend me?"
The Alpha nodded. "I do, little she. But Crimson? Do you really think that her presence is going to be relaxing to you when you go into labor?"
"She's my best friend," Phee gaped at him, incredulous. "Who else would I pick? You said that I should pick someone that I find comforting and who makes me smile. That's Crimson. Or, well, also Teej. But you said to pick a she-wolf."
Chris bit back his snarky comment and shrugged. "Alright, babe. If that's what you want, then I will speak to her soon. I'm just not sure that Crimson has the, what's the word I want? Credentials? No, experience. I'm not sure that she has the experience that will benefit you in this situation. Does that make sense?"
"Nope," she shook her head and continued rotating her hips atop the ball. "This feels squishy and I like it. It's making me kind of horny."
The Alpha nearly tripped over his own gangly limbs at her confession. "Seriously?"
"It feels nice," Phee purred. "I like it."
Having been denied for several weeks now, the Alpha was rabid with glee. He shut off the treadmill, glanced quickly around the space to discern that they were alone, and then raced over and locked the door. Smirking triumphantly, he strolled back to his mate, smirking like the cat that ate the proverbial canary. "Would you like your Alpha to make you feel even better?"
She watched him squat down in front of her, and she was careful to pay close attention to how the nylon of his shorts rode up his legs and showed a bit of his hairy thighs. She licked her lips. "Can I bounce on you instead of the ball?"
"You can do anything you want to me, babydoll," he winked at her as he began tugging her breasts free from the constraints of her sports bra. "But first, I want to suckle these delicious tits for a little while. Alright?"
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