Author's Note: Alright my kittens, just a warning that this ENTIRE chapter is smut. If that is not your thing, it's cool, please skip this chapter. You should be able to pick up the story and not miss anything, plot wise. :)
As day turned to early evening, Chris had decided that he should check in on his mate, just to make sure that the Luna was alright. Sure, it was normal to be tired, but she had been acting bizarre ever since their pup's birth. While he knew that her pregnancy had not been one of joy for Phee, and the delivery had been very hard on her physically, it felt like there was something more plaguing the young she-wolf. She was continually dodging spending any time with him, avoiding their pup, and he was beginning to wonder if she might actually be struggling with postpartum depression.
His mind began to race with a million theories as he pushed on the door and entered his bedroom. And he was absolutely stunned by what he encountered: the two she-wolves were lying atop the large bed, neither wearing a single item of clothing. Ophelia's pink bikini was draped over a nearby lamp, and Crimson's barely-there bathing suit was hanging from the bathroom doorknob. Entirely oblivious to his arrival, they continued with their activities as he gaped in lurid wonderment and raging confusion.
The Luna was lounging like a queen, propped back against a collection of pillows as Crimson wrapped her lips around her best friend's right nipple and suckled hungrily. Slurping noises permeated the air and then he watched the redhead rear back and lavish several languid kitten licks across his partner's breasts. In response, Ophelia was purring and rolling her head from side to side. But he was most intrigued by the hand that she had snaked down between her own legs, where he could see that she was twirling two very soaked fingers over her own clit. Her mouth formed a delighted "o" as she touched herself and seemed to revel in being tongued by the other she-wolf.
Kissing his better judgment goodbye, he stepped further into the room and cleared his throat dramatically. With a devilish grin leering across his face, he inquired, "Well what have we here, my two little shes?"
At the sound of his voice the Luna sat bolt upright and tried to frantically cover herself with a pair of mismatched pillows, knocking a very flushed Crimson off to the side. The redhead, who had absolutely no sexual hang-ups whatsoever, glanced over her shoulder and then licked her dangerously red lips slowly. "Well hello," she cooed. Making a beckoning motion with her finger and wiggling her hips suggestively, she grinned. "Would our very sexy Alpha like to play too?"
He hadn't had sex in well over two months, and his body was desperate. Sure, there was a split-second where his brain tried to issue a neon warning, but his cock and his wolf were not going to listen. He eyed the Luna as he approached their bed, an eyebrow raised in question. But Crimson did not allow Ophelia to speak. Instead, she reached out and began to wind the drawstring of his swim trunks around her finger. "Say yes, Phee," she demanded.
Still covering herself from his view, his Luna giggled. "Okay, but only because he has a nice cock."
He was silent as Crimson's gemstone eyes traveled slowly up his body as she tugged him closer. "I want your cock buried so far in my tight little cunt that I forget my own fucking name." Within seconds she had shoved his shorts down his long legs, and now she was gripping his quickly hardening member in her fist. "But first, I want to gag around this and make a mess."
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