The Mighty She-wolf of King novel Chapter 13

The image of her on all fours fill his mind, making his mouth water. Eric 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.

Eric 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?"

Eric'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 Eric's drift towards her breasts, watching them dance. "You can help!" she screamed in excitement.

"Help?" he frowned.

"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." Eric 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.

"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.

"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." Blake looked at her brother with a wink before laughing.

"You're cruel," he gasped letting his head fall back to the ground.