Phoenix Maplewood All you need is some self-control

It felt as if he were eating sand, but Reek's ministrations continued. Trailing away from the juncture between shoulder and neck, Reek traced upward, allowing his teeth to gently pull at the hair on her neck in his ascent. He trailed his muzzle up to Tavi's ear, where it rested against the back of her head. There, he lingered and nibbled lightly. No sound passed Reek's lips.

Reek's mind was adrift with thoughts of infidelity. To this, he was no stranger. His first marriage had crumbled and circumstance had turned Reek into a cheater. It was an act born of anger and spite. He hadn't intended on repeating his actions, but a deep, subconsious part of Reek felt a distinct parallel between the two instances. He failed to admit it, but he harbored a fair amount of resentment toward Saena for constantly taking off alone. Was he not enough for her? Could the comforts of home not satisfy her troubled soul? Could Reek not satisfy her in other aspects? All these thoughts had plagued Reek as of late, and he couldn't help but feel them play into his own insecurities. He was imperfect, and while he strived to be the best husband he could be, there was only so much he could do; only so much he could deny.

His denmate spoke and leaned closer into him. Warmth overtook Reek and he found himself in a state of settled relaxation. "I could help you sometime if you want," he offered, taking a quick break from his preening. "I mean, you don't have to get messy alone." He shot her a friendly smile before resting his head against her side.