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The blare of a National Weather Service alert startled David from the reverie of sleep. He grabbed his phone, smashing the screen blindly until his thumb finally found the way to silence it. Glancing at the clock, the shepherd groaned and rubbed his face. Five in the morning on his day off, what a way to start off the day. Rolling over the other way, he saw his beautiful wife there, looking a little undignified. The collie's tongue was lolled out and she drooled ever so slightly out of the corner of her mouth. But even with this fact, David saw his wife for the beauty that she truly was. Even when she looked downright laughable, the collie was still the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

"Sleep well," he whispered and placed a kiss on her forehead. Though she stirred, Jessica didn't open her eyes.

"Where are you going?" She mumbled, a paw clutching at him.

"I want to run. Monsoon's acting up and I can hear the rain."

Jessica's eyes glanced up and at him and studied him for a moment. "Can we cuddle when you get back then?"

"Of course. Enjoy your rest, babe," he whispered to her, kissing the collie and letting that say all the things she loved to hear him say. When he left, Jessica had a smile on her face and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Beautiful.

***

When David first moved the desert, he hadn't really expected the rain but it was something else. The rocky earth made it so deep excavation was impossible. Because of this, when it rained as it did in such large quantities during the monsoon season, flash floods were common. The city naturally made some sections of the city lower, trying to create floodways for the water to go safely.

That was the state of the morning, soaking wet and sloshing around the lowered streets. David's feet were wet from a poorly placed foot but he kept going, not caring to stop or go back. He pushed himself, running at full speed, sprinting until his heart beat in his chest and his lungs burned with exertion. David's muscles moved without his knowledge. Muscle memory carried him to the one place he didn't want to go.

"No..." he whispers, staring at the two story house, red tile on the roof. He panted, looking at it with anger. "F-fucking..." he sighed and turned to move when a voice cut him short.

"David?"

His throat went dry and his whole body went tense.

"Hellen..." he didn't turn back. He couldn't.

"Come back to see me?" the young lynx said, her voice the honey-drenched venom that he always loved.

"No. I... I don't." He turned to face her and his legs went weak. The way her hips cocked and she looked at him with that same sultry sense of surety that she always had was hard to say no to. He wanted her, what man wouldn't? But the dog stayed rooted in place.

Hellen sat on her front porch in a night gown drinking a mug of coffee. Her eyes rode over his body with a lazy glance. Her chest was mostly exposed, showing off every bit of her assets that she could without being bare. Her cinnamon fur was so luxurious that David felt the urge to dive his face into it again.

"How's Jessica?" The cat all but purred, eyes moving over his body. The dog's face burned with shame. She knew every inch of him, every last bit of his body was something that she had laid claim to before. David swallowed and shook his head, building confidence to say what should have been said so many times before but he never had the gall to stand up to her.

"I won't leave my wife for you. I won't endanger her like that again."

Taking a slow sip of her coffee, Hellen paused and considered her words carefully, shown on her face.

"Do you want to come inside? You and I both know that I will do all of the things that she won't let you do." Her eyes giving him that familiar glint. She took him down with that look once. She took him away from his wife and he loved every moment with her. David couldn't deny it.

He opened his mouth and spoke.

***

David came back into the house, sore, tired and spent. He felt so heavy, full of burden and guilt. What kind of a man am I? The shepherd moved up stairs like a man burdened with a ball and chain. He moved up those stairs until he was once more in his bedroom, gazing at his wife's bare back. He couldn't tell her. It would be reopening that wound anew and the dog's stomach churned at that thought.

Hearing him, Jessica stirred, looking up to find her husband looking at her.

"You're so beautiful," David sighed. He sat down at the edge of the bed, pulling off one shoe and then the other. Jessica reached out and took his hand.

"You okay?"

David took her hand and squeezed it. She smiled, eyes focusing on her with the intensity of a newlywed.

"I will be." David pulled his shirt off and Jessica's paw ran through his fur. She looked up at her husband, her ears fallen.

"David... what's wrong? I know that look."

He sighed, throat going dry. There were so many ways this could end poorly and one way to make it right.

"Look, I'll tell you, but you have to promise me that you'll let me finish before you say anything."

Jessica opened the covers and her husband climbed into bed with her. She held him to her chest. It was what David wanted to hear. He wanted to hear her heartbeat, to feel the heart he'd broken before and promised never to do again. Looking up at the collie, David gave her kisses along her collarbone.

"David..." Jessica gasped at his kisses, her fur standing on end at that intimate detail he loved to focus on. "What's wrong?"

"You promise to let me finish?"

"Of course." Jessica squeezed him in her arms as an affirmation.

It took every ounce of strength to do what he knew was right but David did it. He opened his mouth and told the truth.

"I saw Hellen on my run today."

"You what?!"

David glared at her and the hackles on his wife's neck slowly returned to normal.

"This better be good," Jessica grumbled, not looking at her husband even as he kissed her cheek.

"I was just running and my legs just took me there. I didn't even realize it until I heard her voice. She started talking and... I knew that she wanted me to sleep with her. That... that bitch... invited me inside."

David didn't know that he was crying but the tears burned down his face, uncaring of his awareness. They streaked down his face, making him all too aware. And when he saw that his wife was crying herself... he ached. He'd seen her face broken and tattered like that too many times after what had happened.

"She though that she could just sink her claws back into me and take me back like some kind of prize."

"W-what did you say?" Jessica whimpered through sobs. She couldn't even look up from his chest, too terrified that the old wound would be torn open again.

"I told her that my marriage was worth more to me than she was and I took off. I ran straight back here."

Jessica didn't say anything for a moment. She just let his words sink in, let his words be a salve for the wound that he inflicted upon her a year prior. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"How do I know that you're telling the truth?"

"Because," David said, tilting her head up to face his. "I made a promise to you that I would never do that again and I meant it." David leaned in and kissed his wife, holding her against his body, squeezing her tight against him. "Plus, I've only been gone for 20 minutes. You know I'm not that fast."

The tears didn't stop, even through Jessica's laughter. Tears of sorrow, of pain, of forgiveness, but the two wouldn't move. They remained transfixed to one another, unmoved.

"I...." He paused, squeezing his fist so hard that he could feel his own pulse blazing inside of him. "She invited me in."

Jessica said nothing. She looked forward, eyes burning with tears, and her jaw grew tight. It hurt him so much to see that look on her face.

"So she got you again, did she? You promised me..." Jessica's voice caught, tears falling from her face.

"No." David moved to the bed, still soaked from the run. He took her hand, squeezing it harder when she tried to pull away. "I made the mistake of harming you once; I would never do that again."

"How can I trust you, David? You lied to me about her for months..." Jessica looked at her husband and shook her head. She pushed him away from her, eyes burning deep into his. "I trusted you and you abused that trust."

"I told you..." David swallowed back the sob into his throat. He had to be honest with his wife--no matter what. He stood up and ran his paw over his head. "I told you because she is still so hot but you are... my world. Jessica, I saw her and saw everything that I wanted when I... hurt you. But I also saw everything that the cat doesn't have. She doesn't have your smile or your kindness. Your jokes make me laugh every time and when you nuzzle into me every morning I... I feel whole."

Jessica said nothing. She stared ahead, breathing in deep while tears continued down her face.

"I don't smell her," she muttered.

"Because I kept my distance."

"David?" Jessica asked, taking her husband's hand in hers.

"Yeah?"

"Come back to bed."

David pulled his shirt off, bare like he was when he woke up with her earlier today. Climbing into the bed with his wife, he held onto her like she would slip away if he let go.

"I love you so much, Jess," he whispered into the collie's ear.

"I love you too, babe." Jessica nuzzled into her husband's chest, feeling his heart beating against her face. "Thank you for being honest with me."

"Of course," he rubbed her back with a thumb, happy when he saw her tail thump to life beneath the covers. "And Jessica?"

"Yeah?"

"Your ass is way better than hers."

The collie's ears flattened and she shook his head. "You're just saying that."

David turned her over onto her back and the dog moved down her back, planting kisses on her back, seeding his forgiveness with each caring peck. "Raise that tail for me," his voice muttered from beneath the covers.

She snorted a laugh and did as he asked, her tail giving a slow wag. His paws pulled her cheeks apart and Jessica gasped when she felt his long tongue slide up between her cheeks. She was always embarrassed to admit it but she loved the way he would take control sometimes, doing what he wanted with her whether or not she wanted it. But she loved it--and she wanted it. The horny dog rubbed her legs together the more her husband's tongue ran over her hole, lapping at her pucker as she gasped and started panting.

"I should just... fart in your face," Jessica teased. Her ass was quickly greeted with a slap that made her yelp.

"Jerk," he muttered, hiking her tail up higher. "And here I was, planning on eating you out," he grumbled, giving her ass a pinch of teeth.

"Ah! You piece of shit..." She grumbled and turned over. Her paws reached beneath the covers and shoved his muzzle into her wet pussy. The shepherd was surprised but he grabbed her legs and brought them up, pulling the covers off of her in the process.

Her body tasted just as hypnotic as ever, drawing him into more licks, more insistent lapping between her labia, into her body. She spread herself for him with one paw, the other keeping his head in place. His tongue moved up and glanced by her g-spot.

"Nnng... R-right there, babe." Jessica's voice squeaked as he kept pressure to her inner-most sensitive spot. Her body rocked up into her husband's face, getting his whole muzzle slick with juices. She gasped the more he worked his tongue over her body. She was his. He was never this needy, this eager for her. She loved this different side of him. "W-what's gotten into you?"

He growled and pulled up. His face was on hers in a moment and she grabbed his scruff, squeezing for more. Her legs wrapped around his hips, body rocking back and forth, feeling his cock taunt her pussy. She could taste herself on his tongue and despite the disgust that she normally felt; Jessica was in love with it. She loved how he looked at her between desperate kisses; the way his paws held her with the possessiveness he showed their first time so many times.

"What's gotten into you?" She groaned, pressing her body into his again, feeling his tip push into her entrance with wiggling hips trying to get more of her body around him.

"I want to fuck you like I never fucked her..." he whispered into her ear, shoving himself into her. She gasped loud and her claws ran down his back. David's back would probably be bleeding but he bucked hard, spearing his wife on that cock right up to his knot. He watched her eyes cross for a moment, the pain giving way to pleasure. She hissed at him but he shook his head.

Jessica swallowed her question down. It wasn't the time for that question. Not now. Not when he was making her squeal every time his hips crashed into hers, a cascade of fur, sweat and flesh. His body crowded over her, holding her down and groaning while he fucked her nice and slow. Her whole body ached for more, and she found herself clinging to him, holding on for dear life.

The shepherd would likely make his wolf ancestors proud the way he pounded into his collie--because she was his but more importantly, he was hers. She had claimed it and he was with her, he would be with her because he needed her more than ever. He needed her to help him be a better person. He wanted to be a better person when she was around. This lust that fueled him was rooted in something deeper than his experiences with Hellen never were.

Love.

The love of friends who had faced life together, fallen for one another and taken the plunge into a partnership in life together. And despite the veering off course that David forced them through, they had survived and he was happy for it. He was ecstatic to be with her, to be able to wake up next to her every day, to face her and still feel that same love that he did when they were younger.

His balls smacked down into her body, and Jessica was all too aware of what would be inside her soon. She groaned in his ear and held her against her neck.

"Tie me! I need it, babe. Please... I need it." Her eyes looked up with him and he saw that vulnerable need. It was bare and sincere and it was beautiful.

His cock shoved into her, and his knot swelled, sealing her around him while his cock twitched, emptying ropes of thick, gooey shepherd cum deep into her body, filling her up with every drop that he had to offer. She was speared and filled and fucked and her body rocked against his, holding him as he came harder than she had remembered in a long time.

Jessica knew the risk of her husband tying her this time of month but she could risk it. They'd talked about it for so long that it was only a matter of time.

"You want my pups, don't you, girl?" He growled in her face, face contorted with pleasure. She nodded her head and whimpered.

"Yes... Sir. I do." She smiled and her husband kissed her, held her down and bred her.

Their hands interlaced and squeezed metal on metal.

When the kiss finally broke, Jessica gazed up at her husband, paw running over his chest, seeing the scar on his stomach from her claws. She closed her eyes and turned away.

David could remember that fight, the yelling and the way she flung herself at him, the way she hurt him, the way he'd hurt her. His scarred flesh was nothing compared to the wounds he'd afflicted her with.

"Don't you dare apologize. Don't you dare," David told her. He turned her head up to face his and looked her in the eyes. She tried to sink down but couldn't. "I deserve everything you did to me. Don't you forget that."

Jessica was about to say something but her husband's hips bucked forward and she saw stars, a rush of pleasure rolling through her body as she was worked over again. "B-bastard..."

"That's why you married me," David breathed in her neck, his cock making the small thrusts into her body, making her cum-filled cunt quiver around him as he made her cum again and again, the cocky dog cruelly using her.

"S-shut up and keep doing that..." Jessica growled, pulling her husband back down into a kiss, her lips sealing his snarky comeback away. She wanted this moment. He wanted this moment. It was meant to be.

They had to believe that.