Laila As I was in the bathroom I looked at the shower contemplating whether I should take a shower now or return to him and kiss him and rest a bit more while entangling in a hug with him. My thoughts ran further as I imagined that sleeping next to him naked and kissing him, might entice him for the second round, but I wasn't ready for that at the moment, so I pushed the stall door open and slid in opening the tap. I was still waiting for the cold water to run out as it became lukewarm when I heard the stall door open and James pushed inside with a sly smile. - Taking a shower without me? He questioned with a disapproving click of his tongue. I didn't reply anything just turned around away from him as I stepped under now hot water. I wasn't sure if I was okay to take a shower with him at this moment. He pressed his front to my back and grabbed my boobs gently massaging them while kissing my shoulder. It was nice and sweet but it took only a few more seconds for his member to poke my
Laila The more days pass by, the more I get used to my new circumstances. Weird enough but living together with James in one room feels like a completely normal thing as if it has always been like this. It's weekend at last and we are descending the stairs to rest and chit-chat with Fay in the living area. As we sat down on the sofa James hugged my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. He is a very touchy guy but I don't mind it at all as it is comforting and sweet for me. Maybe it is because I'm alone in this country. His s*x drive has been way too much for me, though he mentioned it was a werewolf thing. But he still was the gentleman in bed making me come first, before filling me to brim. I guess my statement about not being able to org*sm during s*x pulled some strings in him, because last times he often would f*ck me and then would drop down and lick me for a few minutes, then would push his c*ck in my folds again while playing me with his fingers. Cherry on the top was that a
James - Mother!!! I bellowed through the house as I entered it. I took a deep breath to see how it smelled and only got scents of all our family members which made me sigh in relief. At least that means Laila is safe. I don't know why I hoped my mother was at home if, by typical routine, she should be at work. I tried to mindlink her but got nothing. She felt far away, which only confirmed that she was out of the pack territory for work. Next, I tried to reach my father but got nothing as well. - Fay!! I called out while walking towards her wing and trying to mindlink her the next moment but got nothing from her. She felt like she wasn't on the pack grounds either. Where the h.ell was she? I turned in the opposite direction, trying to reach Adriana. "Adriana!!" I screamed down the mindlink. "For Goddess's sake, why are you screaming? What's the matter?" She scolded me through the mindlink. Thank Goddess, at least she is responding. "Where are you?" I demanded the most important
Laila Just half an hour later James announced that we were going for lunch as everyone ate at a certain time during the day in a big dining hall. I am grateful James is with me, as we enter the dining room all the chatter stops and all the eyes are on us. No, me. I am the complete outsider here, the ugly duckling, the oddball. Maybe it is my imagination, but I felt like they were judging me with grunts and huffs and displeasure that they had to share their space with a weakling human. I guess I was freaking out without a reason as some smiled and some just kept on eating staying on neutral grounds. James nodded at everyone and guided me towards a buffey-like table where we could put whatever we wanted on our plates and I was grateful many items were cooked and placed separately so I could choose something vegetarian among tons of different kinds of meats. As we had our plates full, he pulled me towards a group of people among whom I recognized his cousin with whom I danced at the ch
Laila Just after lunch, James was called for an urgent task, so I was left behind sitting in the room. As I stared into the space that was not in any way mine yet, I felt fidgety. I wanted to get out of here, so I left the room. I would have loved to walk around the pack grounds, maybe even wander inside the forest, but unfortunately, James forbade me to do it alone and I didn't want to be anyone's burden yet, so I decided to walk around the pack house and see what was where. I decided to go down and see floor by floor. I stepped onto the third floor seeing there were many doors on each side of the long hall. I absentmindedly just walked from one end to the other until I found myself at the doors with a golden-color plate that stated: "Alpha Ayden Ridgeway" in black letters. Wow, on a golden plate, huh? I wonder if it is real gold...A smug smile spread on my lips. Let's see what this special person is made of, shall we? I thought to myself and knocked on the doors. - Come in, Laila
Laila - So Alphas are the blue blood of werewolf packs, yes? I asked, changing the subject. - Blue bloods? He questioned the terms I was using. - Yeah, like the royals and kings that used to rule. The title was always passed down to the eldest son or the next one by age if the need arose, and sometimes to the daughter, if she was the only child. It's not even a question of whether the person's slash werewolf's personality or character is suitable to rule, to be the leader. It's just a birthright. I question the system again. - Yes, it is like but for us it is due to genetic abilities. Unfortunately, you are right, because there are some shitty Alphas who are everything but good leaders. Ayden supplied his answer seriously. - So, I should call you 'Your Majesty', huh? I teased him a little bit to lighten the mood. - No. He cuts me off with a dark look. My face softens and a wicked smile blooms at the left corner of my mouth. There is just something when a werewolf tells me "
Laila I was asleep until I felt the bed dip and strong arms pulled me by my waist towards a hot and rockhard chest. I sighed inwardly and relaxed. I was relieved that James was here. It wasn't easy to fall asleep on my own in this new room in the strange packhouse. After spending some hours in the library reading random book covers and indulging in a few of them, I came back to the room. I was restless, so I decided to do what I should have done a long time ago. I called my sister and told her about the new circumstances I was living in and how overprotective of my safety James was. She screamed excitedly when I confessed I was together with James. Though she was worried about me living in a close-knit community thinking I got myself involved in some kind of sect. How else could I explain the circumstances? I couldn't tell her about werewolves or the packhouse. I skipped the part about me living with James' family for two weeks because I didn't have a normal reason why I moved again.
After some time, I felt his fingers opening my folds and his tongue slipped in my v*gina, making me inwardly frown. I felt his tongue coming in and out several times until I propped my body on my elbows and pulled my hips slightly sideways so he couldn't get access. - What are you doing? I asked confused but curious. - I'm tongue f*cking you! What? I saw his white teeth grinning at me as the light from the window hit him. I frowned again. - That's gross. Why would you do that? I asked, concerned. - Gross? No. You are sweet as honey, and I want to pleasure you in any way possible. He replied smiling while brushing his fingers over the erogenous zones on my thighs, making tingling sensations and distracting me. - Well, your tongue is too small and short for me to feel any proper sensation, and as I don't feel comfortable when you just did it, so can you not? When you lick my cl.it is all amazing, I love it. I tried to convince him there was no need for strange experiments. Good