5 Puppies For The Alpha
Chapter 105

Hearing his name coming from the lips of that cold wolf, who always kept his distance from him, but almost breathlessly and with an excited tone, made Bastian’s whole body tremble and a marked blush covered his cheeks, spreading down his neck.

What on earth?

He was used to the always cold Falco, not this wolf who could have a deep voice and make his heart pound. He wondered what he would be like in s*x, if his eyes would sparkle, if his fangs would lengthen if his strong bare chest would rise and fall, wet and shiny with sweat. He was a virgin wolf, but he’d fantasised about Falco so many times over the last few years that colliding with the truth was shocking in the extreme.

He felt him stir slightly and opened his mouth to let out a slight m**n.

Bastian raised himself up on his elbow and looked down at him with narrowed eyes. His orbs were beginning to turn a deep gold with arousal in his skin. He couldn’t help it, the wolf was exuding pheromones filling the room.

She didn’t know if he was aware that he was together with him, but that she was dreaming about him was a fact. And that he was reacting that way couldn’t mean anything else. He smiled contentedly as he finally got some attention from the wolf.

He didn’t want to touch him yet, he only deigned to admire him. The broad chest rising and falling excitedly and as he had imagined, slightly moist. Slowly, he slowly reached up and touched over the skin of one of the pecs, without pressure, and then brought it back to his mouth, feeling the salty taste on his taste buds. Between that and the smell of the wolf he could swear he was completely hard. And apparently the beta could smell it because his nose flaps were twitching.

He kept lowering his gaze until it moved down his beautiful, hard abs, until it stopped at the bulge that bulged and bulged under the fabric. Bastian swallowed dryly.

He wouldn’t lie, he’d seen Falco naked a few times, they were wolves, it was a normal thing, but that thing showing there was a lot bigger than he remembered. Dante had given him warnings and taught him about wolf breeding methods between the classes taught in the pack, as well as who he should bond with so he wouldn’t make mistakes. He was very protective of him, especially when he was more of a puppy, only with Falco had he been unhindered.

Carefully he ran his fingers over the cloth where the wolf’s member lay and found it warm. He had to admit he was a bold wolf, even though Dante was always trying to correct him to no avail, but this time he felt really shy. Curious, but shy.

Falco whimpered again and he startled. His face contorted into a grimace of pleasure and he… he… he wanted to help him. He was already thinking about himself, giving him a hand wouldn’t make a difference, would it?

And although he felt a little embarrassed about what he was about to do, his excitement was greater. He had fallen in love at first sight with his alpha’s beta as soon as he had seen him and to be able to touch him like this was like a miracle.

So, very carefully and moving as little as possible, she swung one leg over his thighs and sat down, trying to put as little weight on it as possible. The still covered e******n remained in front of him. He waited a few seconds to check the wolf’s reaction, however, it only seemed to be still in its erotic dream.

Bastian smiled and brought one hand forward and rested it on the e******n. His whole palm covered only a part of it and he felt it throbbing between his fingers. He shuddered at the touch even though it wasn’t to his body. He had never imagined this was so erotic.

-Ba… Ba…” the soft murmurs came from the beta’s mouth, stimulating him, even more, if possible.

The wolf, now more confident, began to move his hand up and down the wolf’s e******n, creating a gentle, erotic friction that made the wolf’s abdomen contract. And so he kept up the steady motion, delighting in the high-pitched m***s and grunts of the sleeping Falco. The way the e******n throbbed hard announcing that he was about to cum.

And he felt it. Startled, he lowered his head and found that under his palm something was beginning to swell. Maybe that was the knot. His mouth wanted to open. Dante had explained to him what the knot was and its importance in fertilization during the heat, including the stimulation for both parties. But he had never felt or seen one, so it was new to him.

Was Falco knotting it in his dream?

The thought made him shudder and tighten his grip on his e******n, until the fabric began to moisten until it was almost transparent with spurts of semen. A knotty, masculine o****m.

Bastian was only fascinated and more so by the wolf’s contorted face of pleasure, as the veins in his throat tightened and long, glistening fangs battered his lower l*p. The wolf could only fall more in love with this image. The pheromones became so thick they made him m**n, making him shudder and believe that he too had reached the cusp untouched, just by sight and smell.

God and how good it had been.

But the thrill didn’t last long.

The wolf’s eyes suddenly opened wide, completely golden, absent of irises, glittering above the darkness. And the frown began to furrow painfully.

The pheromones in the room that had once excited him now suffocated him so much that he could barely breathe and he began to tremble with fear.

-What the hell are you doing here? -The wolf’s voice was so deep and loud that the walls shook.

Reflexively terrified by the change and the image of a brutally upset Falco, Bastian jumped backwards, feeling his legs give way under his weight and he fell backwards onto the floor. He g*****d, but apparently that sound only further alerted the wolf.

Bastian didn’t think it would end like this. He could only watch as a wolf shadow reared up, baring its fangs and ruffling the fur on its back, and lunged at him. Bastian barely had time to turn and run out of the room, feeling its claws claw at his arm as he dodged it, before running out the door and shutting it.

She ran, she ran so fast and with her heart racing. Worst of all, the tears running down her cheeks after the events.

He didn’t understand.

She didn’t really understand what was happening.

First, she found him dreaming about him, and the next second she wanted to tear his head off. He wanted to kill her.

She sobbed loudly.

He thought for Falco he was someone to be reckoned with, at least he had shown that now, but, apparently, meeting reality had been quite a shock for him. After all, dreams were just dreams.

And for Falco to love him as he loved him was just that… a mere dream with no future.