Wolf you Up!

Greg was angry because of his assistant's behavior. Again, Julian Sharks was ahead of himself. Since he had arrived this morning, the man hadn't stopped his attitude, trying to provoke a situation where he would let his guard down. Greg had endured. He chose to ignore it so he wouldn't make a cruel decision.

The doctor had managed to keep him at bay and was ready to take his leave when the man had suddenly grabbed a hold of him. Greg Douglas wasn't a man to easily resort to force, but the man's behavior was starting to get on his nerves. He harshly pushed him away, and Julian clenched his fists. He didn't seem to want to accept this refusal.

Greg assumed his assistant was doing this because of the ring he'd had on his ring finger since the day before, however, he was now in front of him acting like he ever had a chance.

The only thing, he had ever felt before toward his assistant was respect for his background and professional skills. Nevertheless, even that was starting to fade. How someone so smart could act so little?

"But I love you! It's ok if it's only when you're lonely. I don't mind just being on the side."

When he heard those words, Greg was ready to snap. Disgust and anger took over, nearly overwhelming him. Insults and cuss words invaded his mind. Before he open his mouth, the door to his office opened wide and a voice rang out.

"Papa!"

It took him less than one second to recognize the voice of the little omega and his gaze followed the race of the little blonde who was running towards him, arms outstretched. She was dressed in a simple pale gray sweater dress whose hood was decorated with cat ears and a yellow coat. On her back, a pale pink bag was tossed about with each step. The vision was adorable to the point that the doctor's anger disappeared immediately.

Sora was finally at his level and Greg bent down to take her in his arms. The way she wrapped her arms around his neck and the way she called him made his heart quiver in anticipation of something he hadn't yet considered.

"Papa!"

"Did you have a good day, Darling?"

"Hm! Daddy bought me a lot of cute things. I even have a new bag for school!"

The man didn't need an explanation to understand why she called him that, or who the Daddy she was talking about was. The doctor enjoyed this moment so much that he felt his heart swell with joy. He realized then that he would like to be called for real.

"That's nice, Darling. Will you show me when we get home?"

Sora squealed in his arms and he held back a laugh as he saw on her face that she was ready to give him a real runway show. Greg made his way to the door where was the man who obsessed him day and night. The only one to have a place in his life and his heart.

He was there. Connor. A white shirt tucked into chocolate brown chinos, the whole attire was worn under a light grey coat. A black scarf casually wrapped around his neck balanced all out with a casual elegance that was his man's style.

Usually, Greg would have frowned when he saw his fiancé's bare hands as his man was sensitive to cold. However, the sight of this ring around his finger was delightful. It was his victory after years of relationship and he wanted to savor it again and again.

He stopped next to his fiancé and without worrying about his secretary who muffled a cry of joy, he leaned on to kiss him briefly but tenderly.

For a while now, Greg was well aware that the woman enjoyed the smallest details that he let slip and which testified his personal life's happiness. However, when he pulled back and met Connor's gaze, he saw a faint cold glint that reminded him of the situation he was in a moment ago. His body tensed slightly.

No one could have detected it except maybe Glen since he and his fiancé had known each other since childhood. Nonetheless, Greg and Connor had been through too much together. They had shared too much, so he could only notice. His man was pissed beyond belief and he was screwed.

The doctor saw that brief glimmer and he only felt anger towards the nobody who caused the whole matter. He didn't want to see him anymore. Neither now nor ever. He would handle the aftermath in case the man ever sue him later, but he was sure there wouldn't be any consequences. Someone unable to maintain proper behavior in his professional environment despite previous admonitions was a burden.

"About what you just said Doctor Sharks, please leave your badge to the Human Resources when you leave as you won't come here anymore. I wish you good luck."

With that, he followed Connor who was already walking away. The tension between them was only eased by Sora's presence. The little werewolf was propped on his hip, happily swinging her legs, and already thinking about all the outfits she would try. They stepped into the metal box and the doors closed. Greg glanced at his man but Connor stared ahead without a word.

Anxiety started to gnaw away at the doctor. They were on the first floor when the brown-haired man broke the silence.

"You know you're done for it, right?"

Greg's heart immediately sped up. He was screwed. The doors opened and Connor rushed out. The doctor hurried to walk beside him, a lump of anguish in his throat. He removed the hand that was holding Sora's back and reached out his fiancé's hand to intertwine their fingers. He was relieved when he saw that the latter didn't push him away. He slightly squeezed the hand and his heart calmed down when Connor returned the gesture.

Back to Connor's house, it took them no less than three trips to empty the trunk which was so full of shopping bags that it was a miracle it was able to close. Nube's eyes, who hadn't seen how much Connor had spoiled her daughter, popped slightly out of their sockets and the female dominant immediately felt dizzy seeing Sora sitting in the middle of dozens of bags she was reviewing, her eyes shining. The little omega turned her head when Greg crouched down next to her and called her softly.

"Darling, I'm sorry, but tonight I won't be able to see all the pretty things Connor bought you. We need to go somewhere."

"But…" Sora stopped immediately when she looked at Connor.

The usually bright and resplendent man's aura was cloudy due to his unsettled emotions and she didn't like it. The little werewolf swallowed her protests.

"Tomorrow…tomorrow, can you see them?" Greg's hands moved to her cheeks, squeezing them into a fish face. He chuckled when he saw how cute she was even like that and answered.

"Yeah. I promise. I'll prepare a real stage for you and you will show me all those pretty things. Deal?

"Deal!"

They took their leave, and let Glen manage the storage of all the bags in the room Sora shared with her mother.

They reached Greg's apartment after riding in a silence that wasn't uncomfortable but was far from the usual one. The man opened his door and stepped aside to let his lover into the apartment first. The light brown-haired man took off his shoes, his scarf, and coat, which he put away in the closet sunk into one of the hall walls. He turned on the ventilation inside then closed the sliding door. It was like every time he came here. At least at first glance.

Connor walked into the living room which he lit and sat down on the sofa. Greg stopped in the doorway and peered at him to check his expression. When the agent patted the place next to him, the doctor swallowed hard and moved forward.

"How long has he been hitting on you?" he asked, straight to the point.

"I only noticed it a few days ago. I immediately rejected him. I told him clearly that I wasn't available."

"Oh? And yet he offered to be your well-hidden little hook-up when you feel alone."

"Sweetheart…"

"Don't 'Sweetheart' me! Why didn't you tell me? This isn't the first time this has happened! Do you know how unpleasant it is to be clueless and suddenly find out that, not only someone has already imagined a whole relationship with you, but they are trying to make their dream come true? Even though it's a one-sided matter, you should have told me."

Greg bit his bottom lip. At the very beginning of their relationship, one of his superiors had put him in a similarly delicate position.

The man had invited him to eat and when the doctor came to the dinner, his superior's daughter was present and the dinner's goal was a wedding proposal. News had spread and, even though Greg had declined, it had finally reached Connor's ears.

At this time, the doctor had a hard time calming his boyfriend down, and he discovered just how intense Connor's jealousy could be.

Greg sighed. He didn't say anything, because he didn't think it would go any further than what had happened in his office the day he found out his assistant's hidden intentions. He shrank the distance between him and Connor's body and slid his arms around his lover's hips.

"Sweetheart, don't be mad, please. I won't see him anymore. It's all over."

"I told you it's not just him and it's not only the fact that he was hitting on you. I'm not naive to think that people won't ever try their luck with you. However, we decided to commit to each other. I need to know that I can trust you, but I can't do so if you hide things from me."

Greg's felt bad. Connor was right and he didn't know how to fix the situation. He tightened his embrace his lover's body was stiff in his arms. His anger didn't subside.

"Don't be mad, Sweetheart. I got it now. I won't do the same thing again. I'll do whatever you want, please." When he heard his words, Connor relaxed slightly.

"You said whatever?" He felt Greg's head nod. Connor paused. Then, after a while, he resumed. "Then, let's go to the bathroom."

Greg pulled away to watch his man's face. The look he saw on his face didn't appear often but when it did, the doctor knew he was in for a dangerously unforgettable time.

The moment Greg closed the bathroom, Connor who had entered before him turned around and stared at him. The same captivating glint shone in his eyes and the doctor didn't know what to expect as his fiancé was unpredictable when he was in this state. From now on, he knew almost anything could happen and the thought made his heart beat a little faster.

"Undress me."

The tone was authoritative but not cold. Connor had taken control and he intended to lead the game because he had the upper hand. Greg unbuttoned the first button of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves roughly to walked over to his fiancé.

He stopped one step away was and his hand reached up to caress Connor's cheek. However, he paused as soon as he saw the gleam in the brown-haired man's eyes grow. The doctor suppressed his desire to touch his lover's and reached for the buttons on the shirt his man was wearing.

Greg undid them one by one, carefully so his hands only touched the fabric. It made him even more aware of Connor's body. He finally undid the last button and the agent slid the shirt over his shoulders. It fell to the floor and the brown-haired man tapped the waistband of his pants. His lover grabbed the buckle of the belt which he also undid and unbuttoned the pants. His fingers were already brushing the zipper and Connor's voice rose.

"Get on your knees and undo it without your hands." A smirk lifted one side of the man's mouth and Greg start to understand what fate his fiancé had reserved for him to punish him.

Heart beating fast, he bit his lower lips and pulled away from Connor, then knelt on the bathroom floor. His face was level with the agent's hips. He approached the area just below his belly button and planted a kiss on the skin covered in a thin line of barely visible body hair.

Unfortunately, Connor was determined not to let anything pass. He grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged on it to force his fiancé to look at him. They locked eyes and the brown-haired man said in a deep voice.

"Next time you touch me without my permission I'll tie you up, am I clear?" He tightened his grip on Greg's hair, and the latter stared at him, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yes, Sweetheart."