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The flickering of the TV was almost hypnotic as Sigma tried to keep his eyes open and fixed on the program. Not that it was particularly riveting, the show was something about a pawn shop and, at best, it was amusing to hear one of the main characters growl and grumble. He didn't particularly care what he was watching, he just wanted to zone out and relax. He couldn't actually remember the last time that he'd spent any amount of time relaxing. All he seemed to be doing was working and stressing over various projects at work, when he came home, and every time in between. He'd even been having dreams about work, nonsensical ones, but it was still annoying to dream about work and wake up to go into the office again.

Normally he enjoyed his work, it used to be relatively stressless as long as he got things done on time, but his company was in the middle of merging with a smaller one. It meant that his job had just doubled in size and made it nearly impossible to get things done on time. He'd been given someone to help him, but she was a ditz, he could barely trust her to take care of paper work, let alone do anything important. He had protested to his boss several times, but it fell on deaf ears. He was just struggling to keep his head afloat of all the new projects that were coming in from the merger. He felt like he was going to lose his mind if things had continued on the way they had.

This was the first day of his vacation and he had spent it trying to wrap up some loose ends for one of the larger projects he was working on. He'd been so engrossed that his mate had finally left the house after a few sharp words between them. The king cheetah winced slightly at recalling what they'd said to one another when Obrum had confronted him over his work all over the dining room table. It wasn't that Sigma had wanted to do work on his first day of vacation, he'd just wanted to not have to worry about anything while he had time off. The wolf had been less than happy to see him stressing and using Skype to connect with the office, and had left rather than get into a real argument about it. That had been hours ago, and his mate still hadn't come back.

I wish I could just go to bed. . . The dark cheetah rolled over onto his belly, staring over the arm of the couch at the clock in the hall. _It's only ten, but I could catch up on my sleep. But I don't want to go to bed without talking to Obrum. _

The cheetah's tail twitched back and forth, catching the light of the TV so that the dark on dark spots became more visible. He wanted to simply be able to have his wolf here with him, perhaps curl his head into the warm lap and sleep, not agonize over the fact that they'd been arguing over something so trivial. Except, it wasn't just the argument that had him awake when he wanted so badly to pass out. He finally shifted and curled against the couch, dragging one of the throw pillows up against his chest before looking back at the stupid show. It didn't stop the sick feeling in his stomach as he tried to concentrate on what was going on. But his mind wasn't on it, it was on what he had found in their bedroom after Obrum had left and he'd gone looking for a better headset for his Skype call. He'd found the bag tucked away in the back of the cupboard with the old box of electronics that the wolf insisted on keeping 'just in case'.

The bag was marked Veronica's Closet and such a lurid color pink that Sigma couldn't have missed it once he'd moved a box to get to the electronics. His first instinct was to dismiss it as an old bag that his mate was using to store some things in, perhaps something that had ended up here thanks to one of their female friends, but curiosity had made him poke his nose into it. What he'd found had been a set of carefully folded bits of lingerie that he'd never seen before. He would have assumed that they were from Obrum's ex, some sort of left over from their relationship that the wolf hadn't wanted to throw away after a breakup, but such hopes were spoiled by the receipt carefully folded on top. The cheetah had been horrified to see the pink inscription "Hope your girlfriend enjoys!" with the smiley face at the end, dated just last week.

Sigma had forgotten the reason for digging in their closet and just stared at the silent accusation that was written on the receipt. Part of him had reached for an excuse on why it would be there, that perhaps one of their friends had picked out a gift for their girlfriend and needed to squirrel it away here. He wanted to believe that, he really did, but the sick sensation he had felt in his stomach had made it impossible to imagine it being true. He had always suspected that Obrum swung both ways, but it hadn't really bothered him, the wolf had seemed entirely devoted to him. They had a good relationship, a tight one, even their friends had talked about them having a healthier relationship than most straight couples, but it was all thrown into doubt by that bag.

Perhaps he was just settling for me, something to play with before he found a girl to settle down with. _ Sigma flattened his ears down to his head miserably as he contemplated the idea, his eyes straying to the pink bag he had set out on the end table. _Or is he going to just keep dating me and catting around with some girl?

The thought made him sick inside, he didn't want to think about the fact they hadn't done anything in bed in the last month. Obrum had seemed upset that he was working so often, and angry about it, but was he really? Had he enjoyed the fact that the cheetah had been away from home so often at work? Had he brought his girlfriend into their bed so he could indulge himself? Sigma squeezed his eye shut against the wave of pain. He had thought they were forever, and now he wondered how long he was going to be strung along before he was cast off. Tears started to spring up before he could stop them, blurring the show on TV and threatening to spill down his cheeks.

"Sigma?" The wolf's soft voice made him jerk and hastily scrub a paw over his eyes as the door closed in the kitchen. He must not have heard the door open over the mumbling of the TV.

"In here." Sigma winced as his voice sounded a bit rough, and he worked his paw along his cheeks to make sure that they weren't wet. "I'm watching TV."

"Listen, Sig, I didn't mean to storm out earlier." Obrum's voice became clearer as he heard the wolf padding from the kitchen and into the living room. "I just hate how you've been working lately and you won't listen to me when I say that it's taking a toll on your health. I'm just doing it in your own best interest."

The king cheetah shifted on the couch and sat up, leaning backwards so that he could see the handsome male coming to a stop behind him. The pale grey marking of his muzzle stood out in the darker thicker fur of his face, somewhat taking away from the bare pink line that ran over his left eye. The old scar gave him an almost villainous expression that Sigma had always enjoyed, though the crimson eyed wolf found his attraction to it amusing. This time, however, the cheetah wasn't enjoying the view of his mate, he was looking at that lean body and wondering if he had just come back from some female's house after enjoying her while Sigma sat here alone. It flared a spark of anger in him and he stiffened when a hand paw moved to touch his cheek.

"Or your own." Sigma growled. "You enjoy your time away? Or did you forget something before you left?"

"Huh?" Obrum tipped his ears back with a look of confusion that just made the cheetah bristle, the line of fur along his spine puffing up. "What'd I forget? I wasn't going to sit here while you stressed out over work again."

"The gift for your girlfriend, maybe?" He reached out snagged the bright pink bag from the end table. "Sorry if my vacation is interfering with your date."

"Date?" The wolf looked at the package with one brow raised. "Is that where you think I was? I just went out to get some air."

"Just stop it!" Sigma snapped and dropped the package on the back of the couch. "I'm not going to just forget this. I'm sorry if I've been so busy that you decided you needed someone else, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stand for it."

"Someone else, that's what you think I've been doing when you're not around?" The wolf let out a short bark of laughter that stung the cheetah. He reached out to hook a finger on the edge of the bag, a smile growing as he made a show of peering inside. "This isn't for a piece on the side."

"Then who? Don't lie to me, because if you say it was for one of our friends I'll ask." Sigma tried not to sound childish, but he was tired and he had spent far too long stewing over what the contents of the bag could mean.

"So distrustful..." The wolf caught him beneath the chin and rubbed lightly along the line of his jaw. "Do you think I'd waste my money on some little strumpet?"

"You would if you were in love with her." Sigma swallowed a little as his mate leaned down, his ears flicking up high while the look amusement never left his face.

"Oh I love her, alright, but not some little strumpet... I love you, and what's in the bag is for you, my dear." The fingers kneaded backwards towards the curve of his jawline. "If I want a female, I have one right here for the taking, she just requires a bit of effort to make her truly lovely."

"I. . .w-wait. . . what?!" Sigma's mind almost refused to make sense of what Obrum was telling him, but as it sank in a hot flush rose to his cheeks and tinged the pale skin of his inner ears. "I'm not a girl."

"Of course you're not, not yet. . ." The fingers moved downwards and brushed along his dark chest fur, a finger circling lightly. "But that's why you just need a little help. And perhaps a bit of punishment for thinking I'd be so terribly unfaithful."

"Wait a minute. . .I'm not. . . I mean... I'm not wearing that!" He stammered while the fingers trailed in slow circles, moving outwards until the pad lightly caressed right over his nipple.

"Yes, yes you are... You're going to be properly dressed and then, I believe, I'll take you out with me. It's time that we have a proper date, you and I," Ombra's smile spread open wider, almost sinister while Sigma smiled. His eyes slid towards the pink bag, almost wishing he hadn't peeked inside of it earlier. "Now be a good girl, and go get dressed. I was going to wait, but I think tonight will be just perfect for our little date."

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"Can we go home now?" Sigma almost whined the words out as he tried not to squirm against the curve of his mate's side.

The club that he'd been brought too was filled with people. It wasn't overly crowded, but there were enough people that Sigma felt as if there wasn't anywhere he could go without eyes falling on him. He would have loved it any other time, the dim lights, the murmur of people, the energy of the place. The DJ was even playing one of his favorite songs, but he wasn't enjoying them. He was doing his best to ignore the few looks that were cast towards him, especially the ones that were particularly assessing. He could almost feel their eyes lingering on him, watching them, enjoying the sight of him being led towards the dance floor. Or perhaps imagining what they would do if they could get their paws on him.

"Of course not, I want a dance with you before we go, after all this is supposed to be a date, and I have such a lovely woman at my side." Obrum drawled out with his hand tightening around the cheetah's waist firmly. The claws tugged teasingly along the smooth silk that hugged so tightly around his body.

Lovely was one word for it, an embarrassing word that made him squirm in place while his mate drew him forward. Obrum had been firm about dressing him up in what he'd bought, he hadn't been able to escape it, especially when it felt guilty for accusing his mate of cheating. The wolf had certainly gone out of his way to pick out something that would fit him, though how he had been able to get the right measurements baffled the cheetah. The deep red silk that hugged his body did so suggestively, a tight corset wrapped around his waist, almost too tight for him, but it curled along the sweep of his waist so that he appeared more curved. The corset ended in a flared skirt that wrapped around his lower body all the way down to his knees. A matching set of stockings hugged around his calves and ended in a pair of spiked heels that he struggled to balance on.

The outside was embarrassing enough, but the lingerie beneath was what had him flushed so hard that he could feel his heart pounding in his ears. A set of tight lace and silk panties held his balls almost painfully tight to his body and clung around his sheath. Each movement made him feel the thin string that ran right between his ass cheeks and spread open to wrap around his tail base. They were humiliatingly tight, and strangely arousing to feel how they clung to him when he moved. Even his hair had been drawn up into at tight high pony tail that had the ends curling down towards the small of his neck. When he'd glanced at himself in the mirror, it was hard to see the male beneath the sensual female clothing, if he had had breasts he could have been mistaken for entirely female, but Obrum had spared him that indignity at least.

"Come along, my lovely flower..." The wolf growled softly and dropped his hand down to rub along the spill of the skirt that clung to his rump. Guiding him up onto his paws with a firm hand. "Or are you shy?"

"I'm fine right here, sir. . ." Sigma squirmed a bit as the paw squeezed his rump firmly, the fingers digging in just enough that he let out a hissing breath. "Couldn't we just dance at home? Please?"

"Please, what?" Obrum tilted his head down and ran his dark red tongue sensually along the cheetah's dark neck, purposefully tracing one of the darker spots.

"Please, sir. . ." Sigma gasped out, only to be guided forward by a gentle push of the hand against his rump so he had to walk forward.

"We'll leave after our dance, my girl." Obrum almost purred the words, his eyes bright with amusement at the way the cheetah tried to protest. "Remember what we agreed upon?"

"Yes, sir. . ." Sigma flicked his ears back and shivered as he walked him past a few of the booths where at least one man was watching him closely with a smile on his face.

Obrum had enjoyed watching the cheetah get dressed in the outfit, he had even helped with sensual touches of his paws and hints that he was tempted to bypass the threat of going out completely. The wolf obviously enjoyed the way that the panties clung to his mate's body, but that hadn't stopped him from tightening the laces on the corset, or from sensuously pulling up the stockings that wrapped around Sigma's dark lower legs. Not that the cheetah hadn't enjoyed it either, he had been flushed and aroused by the time his mate was done. He was still slightly aroused, despite his humiliation, because while he had been dressed his mate had murmured the rules of their little game for the evening.

He was going to be the wolf's date, his female date, he would act like a girl, respond as if he were a girl and be treated as one. He would always refer to Obrum as sir, or master, the last one had been said with a rather wicked grin that had sent a shiver down Sigma's spine. The situation should have been downright humiliating, some part of him thought that he should be angry at being put in this sort of situation in public, but he wasn't. There was a strange erotic thrill to having to balance on the sharp heels, especially given that he had to sway his hips to keep his balance, his rump sashaying back and forth. It was even more erotic that when Obrum had taken him into a booth so that they could have a drink and relax. He'd thought it was all just a part of showing him off in public, but the idea of dancing in this outfit made his breath catch in his throat.

The only small consolation was the fact that the dance floor was set up on a raised square that was set towards the back of the club. It was lit around the front where the lights from the bar spilled over the edges, but further back towards the DJ's booth it was dark save for the occasional flashes of multihued lights that showed the outline of people moving in time with the music. Still, he felt exposed as he was guided up and onto the steps, a short wolf whistle brought the heat to his cheeks as he knew that there was a clear view of his silk clad rump cheeks. His tail only accentuated each and every movement, drawing their eyes as if inviting them to take a closer view.

"Obrum, seriously, I don't think I can d-dance in heels." He tried to whisper, keeping his voice pitched low as he was guided between a few of the dancing couples.

"What was that, pet?" The wolf flashed his teeth in a wicked grin, his dark red eyes glittering playfully while the cheetah was swung around, stumbling so that he fell against his mate.

"I. . . I just don't think I can dance in heels, sir. . ." The heat rushed up to his ears as he felt the warmth of the larger wolf pressed against him, the warmth that not even clothing couldn't keep him from feeling.

"Then we shall go back here. . ." Obrum rumbled and pulled him backwards, one slow step at a time, making him nearly stumble as he was drawn into a darker portion of the dance floor where the lights flashed every now and then in time with the music. "And no one will see you except myself."

"That's... that's good. . . sir. . ." Sigma drew in a shivering breath as he was swung around and he had to struggle to keep his balance. But only for a moment.

Obrum caught him with strong paws that pulled him up tight and hard, their bodies pressed so tightly together that he could feel every inch of the familiar body. The slow movements ground against him, letting him feel the silk of the dress brushing along him in a caress that made him squirm as he fought to balance on the heels as their bodies began to move to the music. He tried to dance as he was used to, at first, his body concentrating on the way the music flowed around them, but his mate had other ideas. He was forced off balance so that he felt the male body caressing against him, rolling and pressing in a sensual dance that sent a shiver up his spine while the wolf's muzzle drew along the curve of his neck, a warm rush of breath teased against the edges of his fur.

The dark paws moved upwards to rub right along his sides, rubbing the silk of the corset against the cheetah's fur while he was turned in a slow circle beneath the flash of the lights that occasionally flicked over them. He eventually caught his balance on the high heels, but the wolf led him with a roll of his hips that allowed him to feel the bulge of the dark dress slacks caressing against his skirt. The slight push rolled right against his skirt, the silk on silk of his panties caressed against him and sent a flare of pleasure through him. His cheeks burned while the paws moved to catch against his rump, the light touches glided up and down forcefully as the music changed into something with a hard pounding beat. It throbbed in his ears and vibrated his body as they moved together.

It wasn't about dancing, it was about something so much more, it was teasing him with every bit of silk and turning him so that he could feel it clinging around him. Obrum didn't allow him to lead, he was pushed into the submissive position of going wherever the wolf's passions took him. A hot brush of the tongue that rushed along his neck, a paw that moved against his hips, a twist of the body that let him feel the potential of the wolf's bulge pressed along his lower belly. It was horrifyingly erotic, humiliating arousing, while his panties started to grow tighter and tighter by the moment. His cock was slipping out of its sheath, pushing up tight against the silk and tenting it so that the thin string that bisected his rump cheeks dug in more firmly. And he wasn't the only one to notice his own reactions to the wolf's control over his dancing body.

Sharp white teeth nipped his neck, turning him so that he was facing away from his mate where the dark paws could cup against either side of his hips and pull him back. He felt the bulge of his mate's sheath grind against his ass cheeks and the forceful push that rubbed the silk along his ass cheeks, while one of the paws moved forward to cup right against the bulge against his skirt. He flicked his ears back in embarrassment as the fingers massaged lightly over his emerging length, drawing the material almost painfully tight over his cock tip. He was forced forward, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep his balance on the spiked heels.

"O-Obrum..." Sigma gasped out and then whimpered as the fingers curled downwards, pulling up and down until he could feel his girth hardening by the moment.

"What did you say?" The teeth nibbled along the back of his neck as he was pushed forward and the cheetah caught himself against the wall with his paws.

"Master. . ." He gasped out and bucked his hips, rolling against the touch that massaged along his trapped length. The silk was teasing around his cock tip, even as it dampened with the first dribble of precum that leaked out. "W-we should go home..."

"And have you doubt my commitment to you?" The tongue flicked out, and his mate's free paw gave a pull upwards that drew the silk of the skirt upwards, teasing the back of his legs. "Let's not be so hasty, my lovely girl. . ."

"B-but. . .NNFF!" The words cut off as the paw gripping his covered cock gave a gentle pump up and down.

The skirt was pulled up over the rise of the rump cheeks so that the dark spotted fur was pushed back against the pants covered bulge. He was pushed forward, his hips nudging backwards while the heat pounded along his cheeks and muzzle. He could barely protest as the skirt was pushed up along the front, the edges spilled above his upper thighs while his fingers dug against the wall. He couldn't believe his mate was doing this in the midst of the dance floor, the only thing that protected them was the darkness and the flashing lights that probably wouldn't give them away. Probably. He bit his lower lip and shivered as Ombrum's paw slipped beneath the skirt to wrap around his cock, the silk molding around the grasp as the fingers teasingly pumped up and down making him jerk forward.

"That's right, my lovely lady, grind back against me. . ." The teasing growl made Sigma whimper, but he still rolled his hips forward. The silk was slick and clung to him, slipping along the head of his sensitive glans as each draw back pushed him right back against the bulging dress slacks of his mate.

The king cheetah's ears splayed to either side, his breath came out in a trembling rush as he squeezed his eyes shut and just let himself roll forward into the palm of the hand. The throbbing of his tip spilled out a bit more precum, but he couldn't get free of the too tight panties or the grip of the dark paw holding him. Perhaps it should have just been humiliating, but it was terribly arousing as he was teased in public and the only thing keeping his cock from full view was a pair of girl's panties. His ears folded back against his head as each roll pushed him forward against the caressing palm, and when he drew back he felt his wolf's paw shifting back against his rump cheeks. For one moment there was nothing but the feel of movement and in the next something hot and slick brushed up against his barely covered ass cheeks.

"You doubted me..." The low voice murmured in his ear, the paw on his cock shifted down so that the panties were pushed downwards towards his lower thighs. "You thought I'd leave you, chase after some other tail?"

Sigma flushed again, splaying his ears in humiliation. "I-I'm sorry, Master. . ." He gasped out while his mate's hardened cock rolled up and down along the crease of his ass, dropping down slowly to caress right against his pucker. "I didn't mean to."

"Now I have to prove that you're the only male or female in my life. . ." The teeth nipped a bit harder against the back of Sigma's neck as the cock spilled out a dribble of precum along his sensitive dark pucker. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Right here, right now..."

Oh god. . . in public. . . Sigma almost felt dizzy at the realization of what Obrum wanted to do, but it was offset with a paw wrapping around his bare aroused cock, the thumb circled right over his sensitive glans.

"Y-yes. . . I do. . ." He panted out shallowly, dropping his head down. "Please, sir... Please."

"Good girl. . ." Obrum rolled his hips forward, the tapered tip of his cock wedged forward steadily, inching and spreading his precum smeared anal ring.

Sigma stifled a yelping cry of shock as the first inch sank into him and forced his walls to wrap snugly around him, the glistening precum was pushed inwards before there was a sudden pulse. The wolf's hand clutched tightly around his cock, pumping ever so gently as a hot stream erupted into his spread body. A hot spill of piss was forced into him, being pumped as the wolf's breath tickled the back of his neck while he was marked in the most intimate way possible. His ears were hot and flushed, they'd done things like this in private before, but never to this extent and now it was in public and he could feel the spray pushing deep inside of him, trickling out around the edges to coat his inner thighs.

The hand on his cock started to massage around his cock, pumping lightly as he breathed in the harsh sharp musk of male on the air. His male. His wolf. His shaft started to throb and the touch of the paws stroking from his tip all the way to his base nearly set him off. He pushed his hips backwards, impaling himself on the boned cock inch by slow inch. The girth forced the piss from his body, he knew it was trailing along his legs, but he didn't care. He flexed his fingers against the walls as his wolf gave a sudden sharp buck forward and drove himself into his passage. His walls yawned open wider and wider, straining him open wide so he cried out, only praying that the music drowned it out.

"You are mine, Sigma," Obrum growled out against his neck as he gave another firm buck that forced himself inwards, the last dribble of urine spilled into him as the thickest portion of the base nudged right up against his vulnerable pucker. "There is no one else, just you. Now what do we say, pet?"

"Th-thank you. . .nnf... master..." Sigma managed to gasp the words out before the wolf gave another thrust forward, the skirt was bunched up higher on the small of his back as the knot sank into him with a lewd slick sound.

He couldn't believe this was happening, he knew that people were still dancing, but their quiet corner seemed untouched as his lover pulled backwards. The edge of the pants brushed against his bared asscheeks when Obrum plunged back into him again with a short hard buck that forced him up against the wall. He could only imagine what it looked like from behind, praying that anyone who caught a glance would think that they were dancing rather erotically instead of doing something more. The grip of the dark paw teasingly worked along his shaft, pumping up to gather up the precum and pulling down again so that the cheetah bucked forward into the touch. The silk of the panties were pulled down just far enough that they wrapped around his furred orbs, caressing around theme each time he moved.

The watery golden liquid was forced out around the dark red lupine girth at the apex of each thrust when the slight swell of the base sank in with a lewd noise and then was pulled back out again with a popping sound. His inner walls clamped down tightly around the girth, clutching and squeezing as he arched his back and pushed backwards. The silk of the skirt caressed his legs where it brushed against his upper thighs and front legs, never letting him forget the position that he'd been put in as a female. His breath came out in short gasps as he bucked backwards time and time again. The hand wrapped around the base of his cock and started to pump in short hard bursts.

He could feel the precum that was oozing from the tip and pushing deeper into his passage by the force of the spire plunging deeper and deeper into his passage. Sigma tried to stifle the short cries that threatened to spill out, his entire body trembled while one of the wolf's hands moved up to press against his chest and slipped along the curve of the corset. The knot started to strain him open wider and wider each time it plunged forward, making him muffle yelps of pleasure when the thickness rolled and caressed right along the sensitive rise of prostate.

"Who're my lovely girl?" Obrum growled softly, his breathing coming in short sharp strokes.

"I-I'm your l-lovely little girl. . ." Sigma whimpered out and the fingers on the tip of his cock caressed downwards as he started to feel his balls tensing up.

"Beg me to breed you. . ." The wolf's tongue flicked out to brush his ear as he heard the music suddenly speeding up, the lights flashed over them briefly while the wolf's thrusts became shorter harder.

"B-breed me.." He tried to keep it simple, embarrassed at even being asked to say that, as if he were some bitch in heat.

"Do better than that..." Teeth nipped the nape of his neck roughly as the knot sank back into his achingly spread passage, his walls tried to clutch down around him before it pulled back out again.

"P-please master.. b-breed me. I want you to tie with me.." Sigma panted out, the need mounting by the moment as his robs grew tight and the hand on his cock wrapped tightly around his tip. "P-please, breed me... cum in me. Want it, need it... please... b-breed me.."

"That's my good girl.." The wolf's voice was muffled against the nape of his neck and the powerful hips suddenly plunged forward in a short hard buck.

The swollen knot sank into his passage, spreading him so wide that he cried out roughly and felt his cock start to pulse against the palm of the paw holding him. He couldn't stop himself from crying out again as his inner walls clamped down hard and tight around the swelling girth. He gave another jerking thrust forward as the first dribble of cum erupted from him and spilled along the back of his mate's knuckls and fingers while he was milked. He plunged forward in shorter, harder movements, rubbing himself along the fingers as the wolf continued to drive into him in short hard thrusts. Each draw back tugged against the knot before he sank back into the passage again, forcing his walls open lewdly wide.

Obrum's weight suddenly lunged forward, pushing all the way to the point that he felt the furred orbs bumping right against his own silk covered ones. The entire boned shaft started to throb within his clutching passage. The only thing that drowned out their cries was the pounding bass as he felt his mate's girth send out the first hot rush of cum spill out of the tapered tip. The weight pushed him forward against the wall, his fingers clutched tightly as each pulse ended in a spill of thick creamy seed that was pumped into his body. The knot spread open so wide that there was no hope that it would slip free as rush after rush flooded him, hopelessly trying to breed him as their hips were pressed tightly together.

"That's my good girl.." The hot breath panted right along his neck while the hand on his still twitching cock gave a gentle rub up and down, the thumb shifted right over the glans and circled teasingly as the last of his cum spilled over the edge. "Do you believe me now?"

"Yes..." Sigma panted out, trembling slightly as he felt another spill of cum within him. One of his mate's hands slid along his silk covered stomach and chest, caressing teasingly right over his covered nipples. "B-but now we're stuck, sir.."

"Aren't we though..but I'm sure they'll just think we're dancing if I have my way." The wolf teasingly nipped the back of his nape as the hips gave another slow roll, pushing the cheetah up until he was closer to the wall. "And far away from any work that might tempt you away from me."

The laughter made Sigma flick his flushed ears back a little bit, half listening to the sound of the club and music behind him as he panted shallowly. What a start to his vacation!