Phoenix Maplewood The Hazards of Love [M]

With the scent of Tavi's heat ensnaring Reek's senses, he was blissfully unaware of his own mate's eyes boring into him a distance away. His secret, perceived to be safe, would die with him if given the chance. While they rocked together to nature's rhythm, Reek did not try to rationalize his actions, nor did he dwell on the implications of what it would mean to be found out— but even in his lusty haze, Reek knew Saena could never discover his infidelity. He loved his mate deeply and would do everything within his power to protect her feelings, but strangely, Reek felt no wash of regret or guilt while he was locked with Tavi's hips.

Time was no concrete concept in Reek's mind during their interlude, he had lost track. Wether it was minutes or hours, Reek didn't know (though truthfully, much closer to the former). The only stimuli evident was the sound of Tavi's voice pouring from her lips and a growing sensitivity in Reek's nether-regions. His breath soon quickened with shallow, yet satisfying heaves. Reaching the point of no return, Reek let loose a gratified moan before nearly losing control of his extremities. He swayed, but stayed upright with Tavi under him for balance. A satifying wave of dopamine flooded Reek's system, and for a brief moment, he was in pure bliss.  

His motion stopped and Reek gasped for breath. He slid off Tavi's back, the connection between their hips still withstanding (and would for the next few minutes at least), until their tangle could be broken. The wave of guilt that threatened to crash over Reek in the wake of his actions did not come... In a way, he compartmentalized himself. There was the Reek of new: a loving family man, who wanted nothing more than the best for his family and pack. But, there in the back of Reek's consciousness was the Reek of old: A selfish, but charming hedonist, pursuing pleasure in all forms. Tavi brought out the latter. Hips still connected, Reek nuzzled his face into the scruff of Tavi's neck and felt a satisfying chill down his spine. With a secret like this, he felt alive.