If I were a cat I’d spend all nine lives with you

Her behavior was interesting, to say the least. Like rotting flesh? Confusion struck across his features as Gil tried to figure out what in the world she meant. "No, delectable as in it's hard to resist you," Gil pushed out a throaty growl as he clenched his teeth. How could she not see the torment in his eyes? How hard he tried to resist taking her every day and night? Her next question did sting a little bit and he frowned with a shake of his head. As she continued on, his eyes widened and then rolled back before he stood up and placed paws on either side of her. Standing over her with his muzzle mere centimeters from her, he locked eyes with her.

"Don't you dare ever think I would be okay with you being with someone else," he murmured, stern this time. If this is what she wanted, all she had to do was ask. He was trying to be a gentleman about it, how could she be so blind to it? Everything was supposed to be on her terms. He would wait a century for her to be better. Maybe it was the hormones getting the better of her, but the fire in his own belly would not be stoked this time. "If you so desire me to take it from you and give you pups, then I will gladly give that to you," Gil's hoarse whisper made his throat dry and every nerve in his body stand on end.

He had imagined their first time as being romantic and sweet and everything she'd ever wished for. Not a raunchy go on top of a rock in the middle of a field where everyone could see them. Hell, maybe this way would be more exciting. Moving slowly over her body, Gil swept into action to give Modesty everything she and the Gods ever hoped for.

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