"Pack?" she turned her eyes away from Red. Her mouth opened in the silent panting laugh. "What an old-fashioned idea. Are you all in the same pack?" Her glance went curiously from the sleekly suited slim Max to Rob, whose t-shirt was straining over his six-pack stomach. "Are you ... you're his ...?" She asked Red, inclining her head at Max.
"Oh no, not at all!" Red assured her fervently.
Max grinned at how eagerly she had repudiated him. "Red and I work in the same place," he said. He gave Rob's sleeve a tug. "We must go and talk to my friend."
"Eh?" Rob said. "You mean your ... thing, your sub? But you didn't even say hello when he came in."
"Shut up!" Max said fiercely, dragging Rob off.
Red sat dumb in the sunshine, unable even to look at the lovely creature sipping a coffee by her side.
"You work for ... Max, is that his name?" Diana enquired. "The other one, the cub, does he work for Max too? Is Max the Alpha?" Her face tilted at Red in a smiling enquiry that showed the tips of her white even teeth.
"Rob works for Col," Red said. "I don't really even work in the same department as Max. I mean ... we're in the same Ministry."
"Ah, you both work for the government," Diana said. She had an English accent: crisp and confident. There was no regional burr in it to give away what part of England she was from. "Max got you a job there, because you're a pack sister. He must be pretty high up? And he looks out for you all, because you're his pack?"
"He's not the Alpha," Red said. "He's just high up in the Ministry." She always felt odd when she came across Max stalking the corridors of power, perhaps alongside the Minister whom he steered so competently through the oily waters of politics, aides carrying papers and briefcases in his wake. People even now treated Red with a cautious deference unsuited to her low job title, because if they met in the corridors, Max would pause and lift his lip in a grin at her. Even the Minister had once hesitantly offered Red a plate of onion bhajis at a function while attempting to find out whether they had fixed a date for their wedding and angling for an invite to it.
"Who's Col then?" Diana asked.
Red lifted the pretty golden-hazel eyes to her. Back in the bar behind Diana she could see Max kicking Rob to stop him staring at the two of them. Rob ignored him, making a thumbs-up sign at Red with a gleeful grin.
~#~
Long tongues curled wet together in the fierce panting mouths. Their sharp teeth were exposed by savage guarded grins. The two bodies pressed hard and close. Bone and muscle pressed to muscle and bone. Diana shoved at Angharad and the curvy ginger-brown bitch lifted her head with an eager whine. She rolled her body to expose it to the nuzzling nose and curling coiling wet warm tongue.
Diana sniffed and licked about Angharad's neck and ears. Angharad made a laughing snuffle. She stopped her pretty snout to rub to Diana's blonde head.
She nosed her way along her mate's muscular lean body, giving the nipples teasing playful nips as she went. Diana whimpered – panting, quivering under Angharad's pinching caress. She began snarling, snapping eager growls. Her hips trembled, her belly pressed to the ground, her bottom lifted. She turned her body to give Angharad access.
Angharad flicked her tongue delicately at the rose-purple sex Diana presented. She tasted the salty musk juices from the innermost animal of her mate. She made a low whine, curling her tongue rapidly in ways she knew would most excite and please.
Diana began making low short snarls, then quick sharp yelps. She growled longer, deeper. Angharad worked her tongue around Diana's moist soft cunt, lapping up the creamy juice which had begun to flow. Diana spread her hind legs, her blonde plume of a tail held clear. She was pressing back to Angharad's thrusting tongue, calling out with longing. Ahhh! she gave a howl. She quivered and shook with orgasm under the other female's gentle tonguing. Angharad kept up a fervent licking till Diana pulled trembling away.
Fired up and full of lust after the pleasures of Diana's orgasm, Angharad thrust her body alongside Diana's. Diana lay flat, already changing back, her limbs lengthening, her smooth pale naked skin glistening with a light sweat. Her eyes were a soft blue, vague with satisfaction. She cast an arm around the warm furry burrowing body of the other female, accepting the pressures of the thrusting bundle up against her.
Angharad thrust her sex against a thigh now rounded and smooth. Jerking herself rapidly on Diana's leg, she felt the electric thrills tingling in her nerves. She made snuffling yelps, cries of fun. The pleasure coiled up tighter in her sinews, in her muscular frame. With a sudden shoving and a howl, she came in Diana's arms.
They lay panting in each other's embrace. They were lying on a warm rug which Diana had providently spread on the ground. The air on their limbs was deliciously chill after the hot fuck they had enjoyed. Around them the noises of the woodland crept back: a bird sang three clear notes, the wind ruffled the pale green leaves. Beside them their clothes had been flung into hurried piles with on top a red and a blue collar, unbuckled and loose.
