White Lightning

Chapter 103: Attack

Author's Note: Yes, it's true: we're beginning to approach the end of this story. That said, this chapter is a blend. The first half has some R-rated shower stuff, and the second half has violence and blood. Nothing too too graphic, but please be warned. I would not want to trigger anyone. Otherwise, let me know what you think is going to happen next and . . . Don't throw rocks at me!

Admittedly he had been slow to snap out of whatever fog he was in, but when he finally woke into reality and realized that the redheaded vixen was deep-throating his cock with a disgustingly loud fervor, he began to break the spell. There had been a span of a few minutes where, shocked, he simply sat on the stone bench built into the back of the shower, wide-eyed as he watched water pulsing down the she-wolf's back as she kneeled between his splayed thighs. Several times she tried to shove her mop of brilliant ruby locks over her shoulder and out of her face, but never once did she stop or even slow her ministrations.

Eventually realizing that he had to put a stop to what was happening, he growled in frustration "What the fuck are you doing, Crimson?"

She responded quickly but it was garbled by his erection, so she was reduced to batting her long lashes wildly as she tried to smile around him. Seemingly involuntarily, her lips twitched as she winked at him then returned to taking his entire length down her throat and licking his balls at the same time. That was indeed a special talent to possess, but he kicked himself for even considering it.

"Please stop," he pleaded softly. He reached out gently and touched the sides of her head, but didn't dare to tug on her or bring harm. Instead, he moved to cup her cheeks, and his touch there allowed him to feel his rigidity inside her mouth. Both flabbergasted and titillated, he fought for control of his desires. "I don't want to do this, Crimson. Please stop." His pathetic plea was intended to convince himself just as much as it was the young female.

Allowing his erection to slip from her throat with a slurp of suction followed by a wet pop, Crimson straightened her back and pushed her ample chest forward. Cupping her straining nipples as she massaged her slick skin, she licked her lips and smiled innocently. "Why? Did I not please you, Alpha? Is there something else that you would prefer to do to me?"

Chris shook his head slowly and used his large hands to cover his exposed length. "We both know that you're good at what you do. Too good, in fact. I just do not wish to become entangled with you, Crimson. Not now, not ever."

"But you were touching yourself in the shower," she grinned deviously. "I was so turned on, I couldn't help myself. Are you going to make my pussy leak and then leave me hanging like this, Chris? That's not very gentlemanly of you."

The Alpha actually laughed at this, and gave up on his ridiculous quest for modesty. He allowed his hands to drop away from his straining length, and immediately ran them through his soaking wet locks as he snorted. "As if you would have any dealings with a gentleman! Be serious. And while you're at it, who told you to spy on me?"

"No one." Batting her jet black eyelashes again, she bounced her body to get her breasts swaying in a ploy for attention. "Why would you think I was spying on you?"

As she spoke the simple question and continued to parade her wares in front of his face, Chris began to feel the tell-tale pressure of one of the pack attempting to communicate. It being 3AM, he was certain that it was tomfoolery of some sort, likely from one of the trainees or Vincenzo, and he sealed his walls tight, ignoring the prodding. But now he was utterly unamused and still trying to get some damn sleep.

Making a concerted effort, he crossed his tattooed arms over his chest and tried to stand up without hurting the kneeling she-wolf. "Look, I'm not playing these games with you - especially not in the shower."