Big Salmon Lake [m] My Hearts In Pieces

Great as this was, it wasn't long before the Gamma was huffing and puffing. He kept steady though, rocking his hips against hers as gently as his lust-driven hormones would allow, but based off the growls and movements she was making, she loved it. He'd turned away too soon to realize that things were going differently that with Charon, but at this point all thoughts of anything but the moment were washed away. 
Even the fact that she would likely be pregnant, what with not one but two breeding sessions. Plus, who said there wouldn't be more? Harley grabbed her scruff a little more firmly as he felt a new sensation building up inside of him, and with a few soft whines and another burst of rougher, harder thrusts, the wolfdog was gripped with the best thing he'd ever felt. 
Coupled with the most awkward, he had to admit, as he twisted around and found himself stuck. One hind leg was still draped over her hips, but locked as they were he could do no better than stand behind her and, well, look like he might've been peeing on her. Did this happen everytime? Thank goodness he had the smarts to not pull, for that would surely hurt both of them. 
Trembling, panting hard, Harley turned his soft amber eyes to her with a tiny smile playing on his lips. Yes, he'd forgotten-or rather let go of- about everything for now, but it wasn't a talk to have now, right? Perhaps after they were separated, or even back at their den at home. 
Charon would never pull them apart again, and that was a promise. Next time, he would rip out the males throat and ruin every plan ever than let her be underneath him again. 
                        "I-I love you, Althaia."
His words were shaky again, but it was clear by the more gentle, steady tone that it was only because of what'd just went on. It did have a tone of uncertainty, like he was afraid it wouldn't be returned, but nonetheless he meant it.