#cruncherzz

“She’s not,” Cassandra commented dryly from the other side of the room. She had been there the entire time, seated at a table and absorbed in a book containing sheet music, which she was copying while leaving little comments in the margins of the paper. “An alpha, I mean.”

Daniela’s head turned, peering over her shoulder at the middle child.

“And how would you know?” she asked, one eyebrow raised and her arm drawing the werewolf closer and lifting her hand to comb through the red strands of hair. Her nails scratched over the scalp, sending a shudder down her pet’s back and a little groan to spill from her lips.

“An alpha would not present herself face down on her knees and beg me to breed her,” the huntress continued without so much as bothering to look up from her notes. But her lips pulled into a shit-eating grin, regardless, quite visible even from across the room.

The werewolf groaned, covering her face with her hands in shame as she felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. Of course Cassandra would betray her. Why was she not surprised?

Daniela’s petting came to a slow stop, her fingers slowly trailing down the nape of the werewolf’s neck, where they hooked in the collar and pulled, forcing her pet to lean back and meet her gaze. Daniela’s expression was unreadable and the werewolf swallowed hard, not sure what to expect.

“Puppy?” she asked, slightly tilting her head. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

“Because-” the werewolf paused, eyes darting from Daniela to Bela, who was leaning against a bookshelf now, arms crossed over her chest and a curious eyebrow raised as she watched events unfold. “It’s embarrassing?”

“Is it?” the blonde asked. “Why?”

“B-because it’s not a werewolf thing!” the pet whined.

“What does that-” Daniela questioned, only to be interrupted by Bela.

“It’s the human in her that gets turned on by it.”

“Oh. … oh,” Daniela gasped in realization, shifting her focus back onto her pet, who was staring up at her, eyes wide and biting her lip. “Well, now, puppy. You should have just told me.”

She reached for the werewolf’s face, two fingers caressing the smaller woman’s jawline from the ear to the chin, in the ghost of a touch, just slow enough to not be considered innocent any more. Daniela tilted her face up.

The atmosphere had changed, suddenly loaded, the tension palpable… the sexual tension.

Bela cleared her throat, pushing away from the bookshelf to head for the door.

“Cassandra,” she called and the huntress looked up from her notes, nose scrunched in disapproval.

“I’m busy.”

“Cassandra,” Bela said again, more firmly, more serious. The brunette looked from her notes to the werewolf and Daniela, then back to Bela and tilted her head questioningly.

“What? You think it’ll bother me if they have a go at it right there on the sofa? I can tune the noise out… and if I can’t, I could always join them…” she purred, her voice dipping just a little bit deeper towards the end, a little bit rougher.

The werewolf shuddered, daring to cast a glance at the huntress who meet her gaze unafraid, a mischievous glow in her golden eyes.

“… really?” Bela sighed, exasperated.

Cassandra chuckled, pushing back and getting up from her seat. She crossed the room for the door – but not without making a stop by the sofa and reaching over to ruffle the werewolf’s hair and grab a fistful of it, tilting her head back.

“Try the most filthy dirty talk you could come up with, Daniela. She loves it,” the huntress whispered towards her sister, without taking her eyes off the werewolf, whose pupils widened immediately as the mere mental image sent a rush of heat down into her nether regions.

Then, without another word, Cassandra pulled away.

Before leaving the library with Bela, she threw the werewolf a last look over her shoulder, accompanied by a smug grin.