It's Not About the Money

"How did I get so lucky to call you my own?" This was supposed to come out of her mouth, not his. Every time she was lucky enough to spend personal time with him, the same question had always spun in her head like a hurricane. How did she end up with such an amazing husband? He spent most of his time managing the pack...but when he was spending time with her, she felt so lucky to be his. To be able to raise five healthy pups with him...and to live with him like this, she felt absolutely blessed.

Wren could feel her need for him beginning to grow, and it only increased when a gentle growl left his vocals. His once soft, bright gaze became dark with lust, which only forced an easy smirk across her jaws. She had never felt this much need for anyone..."Anything you'd like." She hummed into his ear, her own soft growl slipping from her jaws as he ran his teeth over her own ear. She lowered her head and dug her nose into his neck, placing soft nips and kisses there. She was ready for anything he had for her, and she was sure he felt the same. The girl pressed her chest up against his with another lust-filled growl, her eyes slipping shut.
 

"Speech"
'thoughts'
"Italian"