Point of View: Alpha Ryan Damison
Who wears a white bikini under a black dress? I question myself.
I show her no reaction, actually, I am too tired to show my spirit of enthusiasm or anything right now. "I know you love it." She sultrily purrs and rubs her ass on my crotch. I close my eyes, tell myself that I need this, maybe if I force myself I can break from the bond dumped by the Moon.
The vanilla mix fresh dew smell still percolates in my head. I push back those thoughts and get back to reality. I realize I am not even hard, I feel no erection or excitement. I am starting to think maybe calling her was not a good idea or maybe that bikini color was really a turnoff.
I open my eyes and see Alex jumping on me, she looks like a wild Mowgli kid from The Jungle Book but in a white bikini. I mentally facepalm myself as I now notice, her hair is no more straight, they are sticking on her face and flying everywhere while she moans flashily and jumps on my crotch like it is a trampoline. What is she, George from the Jungle?
I instantly hold her hips to stop this stunt before she hurt my soldier. Alex lowers her head to my neck and sniffs me noisily, "You smell so good Alpha." And she starts to lick and kiss the area between my neck and shoulder.
Well, she smells like an Ostrich's egg.
I mildly laugh at Dakota's comment. My wolf didn't like her from the start. Also, she is using too much saliva, it's dripping over my neck. Frustration takes over me and I toss her off of me.
*Thud*
I hear a loud noise, I sit up and look towards the sound and see Alex on the floor rubbing her ass. "What the hell Alpha!" She wines as she rubs her ass. This time I literally facepalm myself. This was really a bad idea. I should have never called her.
"Alex, go to your room." I command her in my Alpha tone so she doesn't question my mercurial decision. I just want to be left alone.
Am I not into girls now? Am I really turning into gay?
I hear the door shut. Relief rushes to my bones, I feel more relaxed now. I push down all the walls in my head and close my eyes as I wait for Dakota to shout at me, to tell me how of a slut mate I am.
She was really acting like George. Like a possessed spirit of a hungry gorilla. Let's watch that movie. Dakota suggests.
I thought you will lecture me. I laugh amusingly.
Nah, you already know you are a dickhead. He curses at me.
Yeah, let's watch that movie.
I turn on the projector and lie down on my bed comfortably. We both quietly watch the movie George of the Jungle. It's been a long time since I and my wolf has spent some time alone as most of the time I block him in my head. Out of nowhere Dakota screams in my head,
Damn! Those abs… Ryan, google him on google. Dakota howls excitedly in my head.
Now I am starting to think that maybe my wolf is gay, not me.