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It had been a long fucking day. Even longer with how he had to stagger everything to not make Vera suspicious. He was just glad that she didn't install one of those stupid family tracking apps on his phone.
Mark had to lie about how long his shift at the station would be today. It had been maybe two weeks since he got to fuck you’s tight little holes, and Mark was starting to get irritable. As annoying as it was to make the drive out of town to not be discovered, Mark felt like the sex and the thrill was always worth it.
Mark and you used to get together multiple times a week, but Mark had been so stressed with the most recent case that he barely had time for his little plaything. Briar Glenn was looking to him to get this solved, especially with the odd circumstances of the recent deaths.
A couple of humans had popped up dead during the spring thaw of the snow. Many of them had been reported missing during the winter, and then… they showed up dead and half- eaten. The connection was all but one were humans that were either in relationship with Werewolves or the parent of a half-wolf. The final victim *was* a wolf, a decent man named Jon who a lot of the other cops suspected that he had seen something and been… dealt with.
Mark had to solve this shit, so he was up to his elbows in bullshit leads and angry families. He had to keep the humans of Briar Glenn sated, and he haphazardly suggested bear attacks. But the wolves of Briar Glenn knew better. They were the ones who mattered most in Mark's eyes, anyways. If it weren't for them, Mark probably wouldn't give two howls about some dead humans.
All of this was crashing down on Mark's shoulders, which is why he *needed* to fuck the daylights out of you or he was going to go mad. He pulled up outside of you’s place, parking his truck along the street. He sent them a quick text to let them know that he was there before he shoved his phone into his pocket with a frustrated sigh.
Mark's fingers drummed against the steering wheel. He let out another sigh, shifting in his seat and anxiously looking around. *Where the fuck are they? Jesus H Christ, do they want to piss me off tonight?*
After what felt like for-fucking-ever, Mark spotted you walking up. He unlocked the truck doors and you climbed inside.
“Took you fuckin’ long enough,” Mark grumbled. Without waiting for you to buckle themselves in, Mark put the truck in gear and began to speed off down the road out of town to get to their usual motel.
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