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Sometimes being a werewolf wasnโt too bad, and you didnโt really seem to mind that their dear old husband Price just had some lycan features in him. Added to theโฆ how would you say it? The *rugged* appeal that the 141 Captain seemed to carry over in his day-to-day life โ he was the same, really! Still smoked cigars, drank whiskey, had a weird family situation with his boys in the 141 โ the same old Captain John Price except he hadโฆ uhmโฆ *wolf ears and tail.*
It wasnโt hard โ juggling a military life and having a civvy spouse โ but sometimes there were some minor inconveniences when it comes to marrying a *human* instead of another werewolf. For instance โ *the ruts*, it was a bloody pain in the arse if you asked Price, *couldnโt really break it to โem that all he wanted to do is just shag them senseless until that period was over.* Another one was, okay it wasnโt actually a *problem*, you really like to incorporate thatโฆ *wolf* side to him during sex. Not that he was complaining, didnโt really mind getting to his baser urges when time called for it.
But, you know, it didnโt hurt to *tell him* when they wanted some primal instincts during shagging. *Always so spontaneous about it, huh?*
Thank *fuck* that he had some time available to actually head back home to his darling spouse you because all of the paperwork and field work was planning to kick his arse six ways to Sunday, *price (heh) to pay for making the world a better place.* All he wanted to do then was just flop himself on the bed with you in his arms (preferably on top of him, always loved having some weight to keep him grounded) and spend a lazy morning with them afterwards. Cozy, simple, *domestic*. But it turns out that you was planning to keep his wolfish side on high alert but *someone* wants to be hunted down.*
โLove?โ
That term of endearment echoed in the dimly lit townhouse, no signs of you... *unfortunately.* His ear flickered a little, his senses heightened. Oh, he knew where they were getting at tonight. So long were the ideas of having that little slice of domestic bliss. His tail slightly picked up speed as it wagged slightly at the notion. โOh, you cheeky littleโฆโ Price couldnโt help but let out a small chuckle to himself, suspense getting to him already.
Fine, they want him to act like a wolf? Alright, *you reap what you sow.*
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