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The image of her on all fours fill his mind, making his mouth water. Andrew took the opportunity to take a good look at her. She was smaller than most she wolves he knew, she barely five foot two, partially the size of a child. The only muscle she seemed to possess was, well, none. She was bit chubbier than most of the she wolves. The she wolf before him didn’t seem to work out as much as
the others. After what she displayed today, showed that she was a skilled fighter and stronger than most. Perhaps she had alpha blood running through her veins.
Andrew moved his eyes up to her large breasts, full and soft. He quivered at the thought of when he would finally have his full with them. They were the perfect fit for his hands but he wouldn’t know
until he touched them.
He squeezed his hands into tight fists, forcing himself to look at the side of her face. His little mate shared the same dark brown hair as her little brother. Her eyes were a shadowy gray that all ways seemed to fill with sadness and guilt. What were thoughts eyes hiding? What kind of secrets were
they keeping?
Swallowing whatever comment that would piss her off, he calmly said, “Your wrong.” He paused, putting his hands behind his back, he looked at his subjects. Before he said anything that would make him seem more attractive she spoke once more.
“Are you saying that you have dues that involve you on all fours?”
Andrew’s mouth dropped as he slowly turned towards her. Did she say what he thought she said? An alpha. On his knees. On all four for the taking? He couldn’t come up with anything to say as she
continued.
“Whatever floats your boat, I’m not judging,” she nodded her head and patted his shoulder in pity, “It was bound to happen to at least one Alpha who would like to be treated in that kind of matter.”
“No,” he muttered in a low whisper, so low he could barely hear it himself.
But the little she–wolf just continued on, “Most people don’t know, but I’m a writer and in my latest work, was working on a BDSM story and I have some toys you can have. Not used of course,” she added with a smile before making an O face while she jumped up and down making Andrew’s drift towards her breasts, watching them dance. “You can help!” she screamed in excitement.
“Help?” he frowned.
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“If you don’t mind,” she asked sweetly, “I need a model.”
“Model?”
“My house is the red house on the east side, you can’t miss it.” Andrew was too stunned to say anything. She misunderstood everything and made him seem like some kind of pervert.
“You have.” he tried to say before he was interrupted.
“Sorry, I have to go. Will you be available tonight,” he nodded his head like a fool. “Great, see you tonight then,” she smiled and it wasn’t just any smile, it was pure and real.
What have I gotten myself into?
Margaret couldn’t stop thinking about how excited she was. What were the odds of finding a dominant male who fantasized about being dominated? Not to mention the King of all Wolves, for
that matter.
For weeks, Margaret had this story in her mind but could never write it. She had bought all the equipment for studying the subject of BDSM but she could never try it on herself, so she read stories and watched videos as well as deleting her history after searching. She could never live with herself if her brother found out..
It wasn’t her fault, it was her editor who came up with the idea to help her with her next project. The result of it, Margaret couldn’t get it out of her mind.
Margaret almost wanted to laugh at herself. She was indeed a workaholic, even when life was coming to an end, she was going to work, and her last story will be a BDSM. What were the odds? Funny, she never thought this was how she was going to end her career with a BDSM story and have the King of all Wolves as her model. Well, at least she was going out with a bang. May as well enjoy the cards that are laid out for her.
As the day had slowly begun to end, Margaret watched her brother collapse to the ground, gasping for air. He wasn’t the only one laying on the ground gasping and panting for air. Both Black Water and the Royal Moon pack where on their knees, laying down, or leaning against each other for
support as they rested.
“Tired?” Margaret asked her brother as she walked up to him.
“I feel like I’m dying,” he groaned, closing his eyes.
“Well, you wanted me to treat you differently, so- has my growing boy doing?” she joked.
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“Shut up,” Ross whined. “Is it always like this?”
“No,” she frowned looking up at the now setting sun, “you just skipped a couple classes.”
“What!” he said barely lifting his head.
“You’re on pro level training, baby.” Margaret looked at her brother with a wink before laughing.
“You’re cruel,” he gasped letting his head fall back to the ground.
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