Pack Mistress #3 (Quick 'n' Dirty Erotic Paranormal Romance) by Evelyn Lafont Page A

camp came complete
with an on-site sex worker. “And I’m in these brochures?”
    “You are one of the bullet point features to
entice new pack mates.”
    I shifted in my seat, trying to cure my inner
discomfort with a new position in my chair. “What are some of the
other … features?”
    “Your swampland, of course, as well as your
proximity to Miami and the beaches. Your private location so close
to both the city and the beach is very attractive. Although, not as
attractive as you.” Becky said, leaning forward.
    I was beginning to feel very much like an
overpromoted amusement park ride, so I decided to change the
subject. “Why did you and your family decide to change packs?”
    “Rick got his big Miami promotion so we had
no choice. Of course, there are several others down this way—the
Everglades Pack, Key West Pack, and so forth. But yours has
recently begun opening itself to new families and while your land
isn’t as substantial as some of the northern packs, you have the
biggest plot of those in South Florida. But then, the land wasn’t
exactly the major attraction for us.” As she said it, her eyebrow
went up and a sexy smirk crossed her face as her hand reached over
and stroked my knee.
    She wasn’t wrong that it had been a long time
since we had new families move in. In fact, in the nineteen years
I’d been mistress, I could only think of a few new additions;
Walter and his wife a few years ago and then there was
Rage—although Rage had never enjoyed my company so for me, he
didn’t even count. I had grown accustomed to the needs of my
current pack members and wasn’t used to accommodating new styles
and fetishes—not that this meant I was adverse to it. But none of
the women in my current pack had any interest in me either
personally or sexually, so I had no clue what to do with Becky’s
warm, creeping hand.
    My initial reaction when Becky touched my leg
was to tense up. But I forced my body to relax. I started with my
legs—I didn’t want Becky to get offended just because I wasn’t used
to this sort of thing. I created a mental tally of all my muscles
and took a few deep breaths while relaxing each one. I closed my
eyes and let myself feel Becky’s small, delicate hand as it slowly
moved along the length of my thigh. I felt my muscles beginning to
melt into the chair and that familiar heavy tingle of aroused
anticipation rose in my thighs, pussy, stomach, and tits.
    Becky must have noticed my nipples hardening
and taken that as a sign of acquiescence because she gently moved
out of her chair and positioned herself on her knees on the floor
in front of me. She slid her hands up my calves, grabbing and
massaging, pushing the blood toward my heart. When her hands
reached the backs of my knees, she massaged them, then brought her
hands to the front of my legs and slowly eased them apart so that I
was spread before her.
    She sighed when she glimpsed my unclothed
pussy up my now-spread skirt and I could feel her breath on my
inner thighs. I knew that I was moist and glistening and I had a
mad urge to start touching myself. I moved my hand from the arms of
the chair, about to position it over the trimmed hair of my mound,
when Becky stopped me. Without words she grabbed my wrist and
pulled me forward, working my hand inside her blouse onto her
breast. Her tits were smaller and firmer than mine, with a longer
nipple. I moved clumsily around for a minute until Becky said,
“Touch them like they’re yours. What do you like on your own
breasts?”
    I answered her, my voice coming out with a
new, heavy richness and an unused quality, “I like it wet … on the
nipple.”
    “Mmmm, I bet you do. That silky, wet heat
followed by the cold of the room when the nipple is mercilessly
abandoned.” She said, drawing out the words slowly. She pulled my
hand away from her breast and up, then I felt one finger going into
her hot, smooth mouth. She licked and nibbled my finger, then put
my hand back down her