Alpha's Human Mate

Pack House

The moment Gulf's hand slipped away from Mew's groin, Mew let out a discontented growl, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as if he'd been robbed of his favourite toy.

"Gulf," Mew hissed lowly, his voice a sultry growl that made Gulf chuckle, his mirth like a mischievous breeze teasing an unsuspecting leaf.

"Yes, love?" Gulf feigned innocence, sporting a look so exaggerated it could belong to a theatrical buffoon.

"You'll regret that," Mew warned playfully, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes, causing Gulf to chuckle softly, like the whispering of sweet nothings.

After what felt like an eternity of driving—each mile a tick of the clock that stretched and yawned—they finally arrived at their destination: the packhouse.

Gulf was struck silent, his mouth agape in wonder as his eyes darted across the landscape, a meerkat surveying the horizon with lingering trepidation. 'This isn't just a house; it's a colossal fortress, a magnificent double mansion amalgamated into one sprawling behemoth,' Gulf thought to himself as the car came to a stop and they exited.

As they emerged from the vehicle, a flurry of eager faces greeted Mew, hands reaching to take his luggage—only to be waved off like pesky flies as Mew proudly clutched Gulf's bag.

Mew strode towards the mansion, and Gulf trailed behind like a lost lamb, eyes wide and wandering, feasting on the enormity of their surroundings.

With a flourish, Mew threw open his bedroom door as if unveiling the most dramatic scene in a play, and Gulf, ever the opportunist, shoved Mew aside with a cheeky grin and strutted in like he owned the exquisite space.

He sauntered about, touching everything with exaggerated reverence, as if he were scrutinising the world's most meticulous art exhibit, eliciting an amused shake of Mew's head before he entered his walk-in closet with a determined air.

Gulf continued his playful inspection, surveying every inch with a childlike sense of wonder, even as Mew emerged from the shower, glistening and fresh.

"Gulf, the whole room isn't going anywhere. We really should get some rest," Mew called, throwing on his pyjamas, the fabric clinging to his damp skin in all the right places.

"Not yet, love. You rest; I'll be there in ten," Gulf replied, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he strolled out of the bathroom.

"Okay, just don't stay up too late," Mew murmured, his eyelids heavy as he sank into the pillows, only to be jolted awake moments later by a loud exclamation.

"OMG! Mew! You didn't tell me you have a walk-in closet!" Gulf shouted, bounding into the vast space as if he'd discovered buried treasure.

"You're going to give me a heart attack," Mew mumbled, rolling over in exasperated amusement as he tried to reclaim his sleep.

An hour later, after Gulf had thoroughly revelled in his exploration, reorganising the closet as if it were his own, he finally freshened up and headed back to Mew.

There he found Mew sprawled across the bed like a serene sloth, shirtless, the duvet barely covering his torso, the easy rise and fall of his chest holding Gulf captive.

Gulf grinned slyly, admiring the view of Mew so blissfully at rest, and as he took a few cautious steps forward, Mew instinctively shifted from a dramatic spread-eagle position to a more docile state, blissfully unaware of Gulf's scheming.

An impish idea sparked in Gulf's mind, so he tiptoed towards the sleeping figure, counting silently to three before launching himself onto Mew with the exuberance of a mischievous child.

Mew let out a sleepy mumble, instinctively reaching for Gulf's hips, while Gulf giggled atop him like he'd just stolen the crown jewels.

"Gulf?" Mew asked, peeking out of one eye, curiosity sparking behind his drowsy gaze.

"Nope, it's his mischievous twin, Guppie!" Gulf replied, pinching his own nose to create a silly sound that had him chuckling.

"Such a tease," Mew murmured, pinching Gulf's hip with a half-hearted attempt at reprimanding him, sending ripples of laughter through Gulf.

With the spirit of a Cheshire cat, Gulf's grin widened as he began to wriggle his hips, blissfully seated over Mew's covered arousal.

"Hmm, you best stop that, or else..." Mew warned, halting Gulf's movements with a yawn that signalled the evening's approach.

Involuntarily, Gulf yawned in sync with Mew, fatigue washing over him like a warm wave, and he shifted to lay beside Mew, adjusting his position before surrendering to sleep.

Mew, still half-asleep, instinctively pulled Gulf into his chest, enfolding them both under the luxurious duvet, the warmth enveloping them like a comforting cocoon.

Moments later, as if in a dream, Mew stirred and nestled his face against Gulf's neck, falling back into a peaceful slumber.

All this commotion did little to disturb Gulf, who lay sprawled in deep sleep, oblivious to Mew's gentle movements, as if he were a tranquil island amidst a rippling sea.