[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...
Author's Note: The first half of this chapter has some sexiness in it, so if that will offend you, please skip reading it. It's nothing too hardcore, maybe an R-rating. (In my mind, anyway.) I'm sorry my updates are so slow, but thank you for hanging in there with me!
Dark shadows arched beneath his honey irises as the Alpha fought back exhaustion. His pen had long ago fallen from his grasp, his eyelids growing increasingly weighted as he sat behind his desk, staring off into space. Trying to handle anything of any minor importance had long since become an impossibility as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Realizing that he was dead on his feet or, more accurately, in his seat, he stood and stumbled out the door and down the elaborate series of hallways towards his bed.
With the beautiful relief of his cool blankets whispering his name, he yawned a dozen times as he wandered closer and closer to his private sanctuary. As he roughly slapped the wall and somehow managed to flip the light switch, he gazed around his disastrously haphazard space and groaned. Fuck. Now he was wide awake and well aware that he had avoided organizing his pigsty for weeks. Much worse, he hadn't been to see Christopher in nearly a week, and both Sophia and little Oli had been staying with his cousin Vincenzo and his mate Isolde for several days now.
"I hope they're still alive," he laughed sadly to himself. Realizing that he trusted the dangerously intelligent she-wolf far more than he did his own flesh and blood, he sighed as his gaze turned toward the bathroom door. He'd left the goddess cursed light on the entire day.
Plodding in its direction, his brain suddenly grasped onto the idea of a steaming shower and it sounded absolutely divine. With no pups to worry about and a quiet day turning into a quiet night, he had earned a moment to himself. In fact, he was overdue for some self-care. His brother and cousin were heading up tonight's patrols, so the pack were in the best of paws. He could spare a few minutes for himself.
Turning the faucet immediately to scalding, he allowed the water to heat up and steam all of the glass surfaces as he kicked his sneakers and once white socks off, nearly knocking over the small black garbage bin in the process. Next to go was his coffee and sweat stained, and pathetically wrinkled, white t-shirt, followed quickly by his baggy nylon shorts. Standing in front of the immense mirror, Chris saw the truth of the past few months cruelly tattooed across his flesh: he had lost a chunk of himself due to stress.
Chewing on his bottom lip to avoid what was clearly staring him in the face, he opened the glass door to the shower enclosure and stood beneath the scorching spray. "Fuck," he groaned loudly, not caring if anyone could hear him. Whether it was a positive exclamation or a negative one, even he did not know.
Flattening his large hands to the tiles on either side of the shower head, he leaned in close and allowed the water to cascade over his pale skin. The oil field that he called hair sucked hungrily at the cleansing liquid, and the Alpha laughed at the thought of his tendrils actually sighing with relief. "Stupid fucker never bathes anymore," he snorted and coughed up a mouthful of hot water.
In response, a familiar voice echoed from nearby. "Are you so lonely that you're talking to yourself now?" The glass door to the enclosure opened quickly as the cruel, nude she-wolf smirked. "Baby, you should have called me. I hate to see you losing your mind with loneliness."
Almost certain that he was, in fact, delusional from anxiety and lack of proper sleep, Chris glared right through the she and then continued to soak up the healing warmth. Clearly he was some level of insane, because that redheaded troublemaker was not standing in his shower and eyeing his body like it was a buffet. No, goddess cursed fucking way! She had been missing for upwards of a month!
But a cruelly soft hand curved around his hip and traveled down over his flat abdomen, then grasped a tight handful of his shaft. His eyes turned downward, watching as the petite fist pumped languidly up and down his length and squeezed his glans tenderly. Certain that he felt lips pressed atop his right shoulder blade, and breasts massaging his back, he growled. "Go away! I don't want this fucking dream!"
"Do you dream of me often?" The she-wolf laughed as she began to knead his balls with her left hand. "Because I dream of this cock all the fucking time! If we're being blatantly honest here, you're the best fuck I've ever had, Alpha. No other wolf can compare."
"Please," he pleaded, shutting his eyes and licking droplets off his plump lips. He felt her delicate caress on his stiffening cock, the sensation so good that it was guaranteed to be lethal. "Oh Goddess, do you have to be so cruel? I just want a peaceful shower before I collapse into my bed."
Realizing that he truly did believe he was already asleep, Crimson snorted. "I think I have a trick for making you wake the fuck up to reality," she announced as she dropped to her knees. Gripping the wolf's hips and urging him to turn, she used his large body to block the spray as she wasted no time in returning her hands to his mesmerizing erection.
Quickly, his hands were entangled in her sopping wet locks and a lupine growl was rumbling up from his diaphragm. "Please," he half pleaded and half begged.
"I'll take care of you, baby," the she-wolf promised him as she licked up and down his shaft. "I promise. I'll take really good care of you all night long!"
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He was actually blushing as he continued to stand in the doorway to his home and press kisses onto his mate's lip, neck, and hair. "I love you, babe, you know that, right?"
"Of course," Rain laughed as she ran a hand slowly over his chest. "And I love you more. But I was told that as the smartest, strongest, and sexiest wolf in the White Lightning Pack - no offense Vincenzo - you have to take charge of the security squad tonight and make sure that our territory is safe."
The Beta's cousin, who had been checking his watch and coughing for the past ten minutes, made a melodramatic retching noise as he watched the couple make out. "None taken, Rain. But, uh, Ry is in charge all the time."
"Only when the Alpha doesn't want to get up off his ass," his cousin winked as he squeezed his mate's behind. Nuzzling her neck with his bearded face, he inhaled deeply. "Take good care of our babies, beautiful."
Rain reached around his body and squeezed his plush rump in response. "Always. I love you! Has anyone ever told you that you have a sexy ass?"
Vincenzo glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time, tapped his foot loudly and sighed. "We're going to be late for the first patrol of the night. And, as you know, tardiness is unprofessional and a clear sign of disrespect for your position and the other wolves who - "
"I liked you better when you were stupid!" the Beta snorted as he finally broke away from his mate. Blowing her the zillionth kiss of the night, so far, he frowned. "Can we go back to when you were stoned out of your mind and talking about dragons? That's the Vincenzo that I can relate to."
His younger cousin groaned and ran a hand up into his flowing brunette locks. "I should think not. My mate has educated me in the egregious errors of my past, and I am a new wolf now. A prouder man, a better man, and someone who is worthy of her love." He paused and then winked playfully. "Besides, you know that Rain would spank the crap out of you if you started smoking."
"Better is subjective," Ryan laughed as he elbowed the other wolf. "And maybe I want her to spank me." After a few more chuckles, he collected himself and let the mood turn back to seriousness. "Alright, let's shut the fuck up and get furry. I want to make sure all the fences are still secured. One of the trainees completed the repair on the northern corner this morning, and his report says that there were no issues whatsoever, everything was as smooth as my mate's—"
Before he could finish his sentence, the other man was already kneeling among the tall grasses naked. He let out a pained howl as his transformation began, and the Beta sighed. "Good talk, cuz. Good talk!"
