ALPHA SHIFTER: Protected By The Alphas (Alpha Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) (Paranormal Werewolves & Shifters Romance Short Stories Book 1) by Sofia Senna Page B
Authors: Sofia Senna
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Tom and I? Molly pondered over his statements. She was there, watching everything from her bedroom window. She knew Gavin and Tom were nowhere near the fight. Or were they?
Molly nodded him off and began to eat her food. Luckily, Gavin was an excellent cook. He prepared sunny side-up eggs, crispy bacon, croissants, and a freshly made mango shake. She flipped out her phone as she ate and swiped through the text messages from friends and family. None of them were of importance. When she checked her Facebook account, she found nothing of interest and turned it off.
All she could think of were the two wolves.
“Miss Molly,” a rough voice called from behind. Molly turned from her seat and saw Tom hauling a few hoses, perhaps to water the roses from the other side of the mansion.
Funny, she thought, why is he carrying the hoses on his left shoulder? I’m pretty sure he’s right-handed.
“Yes, Tom?” she asked with a cheerful tone.
“I’d like to fix your windows later,” Tom told her. “The weather was pretty bad last night. We wouldn’t want them to burst open during a storm.”
Molly’s jaws dropped open. It took her a moment to remember she was still talking to someone. “Ah, y-yes, sure,” she told him. “How did you know my window was open last night?”
Tom shrugged, but when he did she noticed he winced a little bit, as if it hurt. “I passed underneath this morning when I was washing off the blood off the cobblestones and I noticed your window was open. It would’ve been a disaster if the rain got inside your room.”
Convenient excuse. She nodded and he left off to continue his work.
When she was alone, Molly finished her meal and went back upstairs.
Back in her room she took a moment to bathe and dress herself in a soft, silk nightgown. It was light red with laces at the back. It wasn’t really meant to cover her and she didn’t mind exposing her breasts and pussy to the world; in her room she was alone and free.
Refreshed, Molly decided to spend some time watching TV. She got into bed and slid underneath the sheets before she took the remote control and flipped through the channels. She had already wasted many hours watching through “The Big Bang Theory” and “Grey’s Anatomy.” This time she wanted something simple.
After a few seconds she stumbled upon “WWE.” She shrugged and decided to watch hot, muscular men beat the crap out of each other. Except as she watched on, she started to imagine the men in the ring were the two hot man-wolves from her dreams. She could see them slamming their fists into each other, grappling, clinching… hugging.
She imagined the two man-wolves naked in the ring as they embraced and licked each other’s bodies. She could see them inviting her as their tongues latched and danced. Molly felt a passionate fire burn inside her gut as she watched the two man-wolves passionately make love to each other.
When she closed her eyes she no longer heard the sound of the television. The roars of the crowd and the crunch of fist slamming into a person’s skull faded as she could only think of their warm bodies pressing against hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered in a soft, near-unconscious state of mind. “F-fuck me.”
First she felt a warm touch on her lip. Then she felt a hand swirl down to her neck and to her breasts. A man’s fingertips circled around her areola, teasing her with very light taps to her nipple. She uttered a soft whisper of a moan when she
Tom and I? Molly pondered over his statements. She was there, watching everything from her bedroom window. She knew Gavin and Tom were nowhere near the fight. Or were they?
Molly nodded him off and began to eat her food. Luckily, Gavin was an excellent cook. He prepared sunny side-up eggs, crispy bacon, croissants, and a freshly made mango shake. She flipped out her phone as she ate and swiped through the text messages from friends and family. None of them were of importance. When she checked her Facebook account, she found nothing of interest and turned it off.
All she could think of were the two wolves.
“Miss Molly,” a rough voice called from behind. Molly turned from her seat and saw Tom hauling a few hoses, perhaps to water the roses from the other side of the mansion.
Funny, she thought, why is he carrying the hoses on his left shoulder? I’m pretty sure he’s right-handed.
“Yes, Tom?” she asked with a cheerful tone.
“I’d like to fix your windows later,” Tom told her. “The weather was pretty bad last night. We wouldn’t want them to burst open during a storm.”
Molly’s jaws dropped open. It took her a moment to remember she was still talking to someone. “Ah, y-yes, sure,” she told him. “How did you know my window was open last night?”
Tom shrugged, but when he did she noticed he winced a little bit, as if it hurt. “I passed underneath this morning when I was washing off the blood off the cobblestones and I noticed your window was open. It would’ve been a disaster if the rain got inside your room.”
Convenient excuse. She nodded and he left off to continue his work.
When she was alone, Molly finished her meal and went back upstairs.
Back in her room she took a moment to bathe and dress herself in a soft, silk nightgown. It was light red with laces at the back. It wasn’t really meant to cover her and she didn’t mind exposing her breasts and pussy to the world; in her room she was alone and free.
Refreshed, Molly decided to spend some time watching TV. She got into bed and slid underneath the sheets before she took the remote control and flipped through the channels. She had already wasted many hours watching through “The Big Bang Theory” and “Grey’s Anatomy.” This time she wanted something simple.
After a few seconds she stumbled upon “WWE.” She shrugged and decided to watch hot, muscular men beat the crap out of each other. Except as she watched on, she started to imagine the men in the ring were the two hot man-wolves from her dreams. She could see them slamming their fists into each other, grappling, clinching… hugging.
She imagined the two man-wolves naked in the ring as they embraced and licked each other’s bodies. She could see them inviting her as their tongues latched and danced. Molly felt a passionate fire burn inside her gut as she watched the two man-wolves passionately make love to each other.
When she closed her eyes she no longer heard the sound of the television. The roars of the crowd and the crunch of fist slamming into a person’s skull faded as she could only think of their warm bodies pressing against hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered in a soft, near-unconscious state of mind. “F-fuck me.”
First she felt a warm touch on her lip. Then she felt a hand swirl down to her neck and to her breasts. A man’s fingertips circled around her areola, teasing her with very light taps to her nipple. She uttered a soft whisper of a moan when she
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