"Open." He demands.
I whimper, opening my mouth and he puts his two fingers that were previously on my clit, in my mouth.
"Clean them." He states.
I obey instantly, licking them slowly, my saliva making his fingers clean and his face shows that he's...
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God she doesn't know what she does to me. My feelings have changed, in a way that I never saw coming. None of these bitches is her.(get it cause girl dogs are called a bitch... and.. they're practically dogs...? Nvm I didn't do that)
Tonight, she showed me something. What amazing thing I could have and I just wanted to give it up? She's the most beautiful woman i've ever laid my eyes on, and i've had my fair share with women to know that. With my sister being here I realize that I do need a Luna, someone to bare me children so we can continue the legacy of our powerful pack.
She's so innocent.
Anything could hurt her but she's so strong at the same time. Words cannot describe her.
I peer down at her, watching as she stirs at the sun streaming in through the window. She take a second and then sits straight up like a scarecrow in a crow infested field. Her eyes squint as her eyebrows furrow and she jumps out of bed.
"Darling, what are you doing?" I ask. The sweet, sweet intoxicating smell of her arousal dances through the air and I look at her flustered figure.
"I- I was.. uh- gonna... we-" She stands there looking for the right words to say, playing with the hem of her shirt. I look her over at her flushed face, hardened nipples, and her stockings. I love the way her body reacts to me, how evident it is. And god, if she was anybody else, I would have taken her 10 seconds ago.
"Babygirl, come here." I motion to the bed next to me. She walks over and crawls on the bed, sitting with her legs under her. I pick her up by her waist as she yelps and I sit her on my lap, back against my chest.
"Do you feel that?" I say in her ear. She shivers in my arms and and her heart begins to race, pounding against her chest.
"You have no idea what you do to me, love." I whisper and inhale her precious scent, kissing over the mark I gave her. The smallest whimper erupts from her and I let her go, grinning at my victory.
"I'll make breakfast. Go get ready for the day." I slap her ass a little as she gets off cause, why not, and then I throw on a shirt and head downstairs. I smile I enter the kitchen. I enjoy cooking. I know most alphas are supposed to let there Luna's do it or chefs, but it calms me. My mom taught me. I never forgot not one word or recipe she told me. I hold her dear to my heart.
I make some hash browns, over easy eggs, bacon sausages, pancakes and I start the coffee pot for a bit of morning coffee. About 20 minutes. Why does it take so long for women to get ready?
I take out two mugs, scanning everything on the table, then I head back upstairs to see where the hell my mate is.
As I open the door, she stands there with her hands on the knob. Dressed in a sexy dark blue dress that is tight against her skin, stopping with matching stockings and her hair neatly up in bun at the top of her head. I take a sharp breath in.
"Sorry I took so long. My hair was being difficult." She frowns, and walks out of the room, going down the stairs. She must be joking. I calm myself, mentally and physically, and go downstairs to eat.
I can't figure her out.
This tough, stubborn and bratty person and then this sweet, little girl. Who are her parents? We finish eating and clean the dishes, and hanging them to dry.
"Kitten, do you want to go watch something or would you rather go to the mall?" She looks up at me with her big doe eyes and smiles.
"Let's watch something." She beams.
I take her hand and we head up stairs. We enter the master bedroom, our bedroom, and I watch her from the corner of my eye as she hops on the bed, bouncing a little. I pick up the remote and turn on the tv.
"What do you want to watch love?" I ask and lay beside her and open Netflix.
"Riverdale!" She chirps. Fuck me. I hate that show with a burning passion. Plenty of people tried to get me to watch the rest of the seasons but I could wrap my mind around it. I hated it. It was stupid. And my opinion never will change.
I sigh and press play on the first season. I hear a grumble from beside me. I look down and Dulcenea has her arms crossed and her face scrunched in distaste. My god, she's melting my frozen, nonexistent heart.
"What?" I turn my attention to her and pause the show.
"Can you please put it on season 2?" She says bitterly. I chuckle and do as she says.
"Brat." She make a 'hmph' noise from beside me and I can't help but break into a smile. I'll watch this shit show for her. She cuddles up next to me and I put my arm over her, drawing slow circles on her back with my fingertips. I take the remote for the blinds and close them, no need for the sun in the spectacular moment.
<~~~~~>
I wake up to movement and weight on my chest and I peer down to the small person snoring quietly. We must have fell a sleep.
I pick up my phone carefully, in attempts to not wake her, and I check the time. 4:00pm. Huh. Give me time to sleep and you can bet your ass I will. I unlock it, going to my messages since I have a few unread.
Ma - Hey pretty boy, your sister came to visit me recently. We are gonna be coming down this week to stay for a while. I tell you why and more when we get there, if we get there. Love you son.
If? Shit. I reply back Me: Ma are you in danger or something?
My mother is a very hardcore and outgoing woman. She has to be, running a big ass pack and keeping everyone in line. I do admire her. Even after pops died, she stayed strong and became one of the best leaders in history.
I scroll down and see a few more. Probably not-
"Hey.." I gaze over to my princess smiling up at me. I sit my phone down and move to a upright position, my back against the headboard, with her still in my lap.
"Hey babygirl." I smile right back, holding onto her hips. The room becomes clouded with the enticing scent of her arousal and her eyes glance up at me with mischief and want. She can't keep doing this. I can't control myself, or the equally sex-crazed wolf inside of me.
Her arms snake around my neck and a wicked smirk covers her features...
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