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Valko doesn't let a lot of people touch his tail or his ears (not that many people know he has them anyways) but he has a soft spot for you, so it's strange that he didn't want you touching his tail too much during certain times of the year. He usually enjoys any form of attention he can get from you, so why was he acting differently now? 

It seems like every time you walk around the house, there are new clumps of fur  everywhere Valko had gone. It made it easy to track him down for a quick forehead kiss or cuddle session but it was a hassle to clean up. He normally didn't shed this much… something is definitely going on. You followed the newest trail of fur to the door of your shared bedroom. The door was cracked open just wide enough for you to hear distressed shuffling coming from inside the room, prompting you to open it just a little more to peek inside. 

“Stupid tail…”

You immediately spot your wolfie struggling to get a hairbrush, or rather your hairbrush since he refuses to get one that's not the sold out limited edition chocco milk themed brush, through a stubborn tuft of fur on his fluffy tail. He growled softly, tail swishing around and flinging whatever fur he had managed to dislodge around the room, along with the brush. It lands with a solid thud against the far wall and makes you jump slightly, giving away your position thanks to his keen senses. Since this was only your first year living together, you had no idea how shedding seasons worked for wolves. And your prideful husband would have never come to you for help on his own, despite his known inability to handle his own shedding very well. 

His head whips towards you, eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. You can still see the thick bundle of shedding fur stuck in the middle of his tail and you glance at the brush on the other side of the room. 

“Do you… need some help?” 

The question he had been avoiding for a week. He knew you well enough to know that you'd never accept no as an answer, and that he was out of any more excuses to use against you. It's not that he didn't want your help, it's just that he was almost positive you had underestimated the job.

And by the time you actually sat down behind him, brush in hand, you realized that he was correct. You made a serious miscalculation of just how much wolves shed in the spring—and it was only the first week. 

“Told you.” You could practically hear the smirk in Valko's voice as you struggled to even find the proper angle to tackle his tail at. It also doesn't help that his tail has been wagging non-stop ever since you sat so close to him, making this whole thing even more difficult. 

“stop moving,” you grip the brush tighter, finally pulling it into his fur and immediately getting stuck at the same spot he did “if I can't brush my own husband then what was the point of marrying a wolf?” 

“I can't control it.” His tail wags even faster at your continued attention, and the word “husband” makes his ears perk up, a flush spreading slowly against his freckled cheeks. “So you're only helping me for yourself then?” He purposefully misunderstands you, his tail giving a playful flick.

In your consequential frustration, you finally summon enough strength to get through the matted clump of fur, half of it getting stuck in your brush (or what used to be your brush), and the other half flying up everywhere else.

By the time you were done, it looked like you had more fur on you than he did on him, but it was worth it in a weird way. You felt proud of yourself until you remembered that this was only the first week, and more layers of fur in the future were inevitable. 

The next couple of months were going to be hairy to say the least.

⋮ ⌗ ┆mew's note: Was trying to post before midnight today but right before I could add any hashtags my fuckass kitten decided to knock down my wifi modem and I had to put him in lockdown ‹/𝟹

Sylus, of course, had accepted Valko's earlier invitation to "share your attention" without giving you much of a say. Even when Valko mingled with the other guests, his sharp eyes stayed locked onto you and your partner. You couldn't deny the strange heat blooming in your lower belly, a mix of nervousness and heated curiosity of what the night had in store for you. You had heard a lot about Valko and EonCore Tech—just as much as you had heard about Sylus and the Onychinus before your fated meeting with him. Yet and still, the man was still shrouded in mystery. Valko had a secret. You were sure of it. And you were going to find out what exactly it was that he was hiding so seamlessly.

By the time some of the busier guests began trickling out of the venue, Valko and Sylus shared another one of those looks that told each other everything and told you nothing at all. The others were confused at Valko's rushed exit at the end of the gala. Especially when that exit was made with two other guests he had no known ties with. After all, he was known for staying late at these events in order to continue spreading his frustratingly irresistible charm and striking deals with potential clients. Some people murmured hushed whispers about you while other women and men glanced your way with a mix a knowing looks and envy.

You couldn't blame them—how often is it that you see a woman getting escorted out of a gala by the man she arrived with and the man that organized the entire thing? If only they knew how little influence you had over this whole situation. Even when the two of the were 'talking to you', there was always some second hidden meaning behind their words that only they could understand, leaving you practically unable to get a word in edgewise that actually mattered.

After leaving the building, you were deftly escorted into Valko's private vehicle. No one knew where he lived, but you were about to find out. What a night this had already been. Sylus was on one side of you while Valko was on the other. You were squished between their huge bodies in the back of the car, feeling so small compared to them.

Sy wasn't half as worried about leaving his motorcycle there as you were.

"The twins will pick it up for me."

He had replied smoothly after you asked him about it, his lips never quite losing that smirk. The question was partially an attempt to stall and partially out of genuine curiosity. It was a nice bike and you didn't want it getting stolen or towed accidentally.

"But what if—" you began, getting cut off once more by his low chuckle

"What if? What if, what? They're busy? The twins are only ever busy with the work I give them, sweetie."

Dammit he was irritating. And hot. But that only made him even more irritating.

"Fine, just leave it to them then. I couldn't care less." You sighed in defeat, conceding, but not without being a little bratty about it first.

Once all three of you were in the back of Valko's and being driven off to his never-seen abode, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to Valko's identity than a mysterious address or multi-faceted corporation. There was something different about him that you couldn't put your finger on. Something in you could just sense it. And with the way he was staring at you, he felt the same way.

Being squished between the two men during the drive home wasn't all that bad. In fact, many women would give just about anything to be you right now. They're attractive, influential, rich as hell, and they smell like heaven. But they're anything but angels, especially tonight. Even with their cryptic words and demeanor, you knew you were in for quite the ride.

You hardly notice when the car stops, prompting you to look out of the window at the complex before you. It looked like the word 'luxury' but it was so concealed that you coukd understand why no one had managed to find it yet. Strangely enough, it was in a very green area. You didn't think Mr. Big Shot was a nature type of guy at first, but maybe this goes deeper. Maybe it'll help you find out exactly what the mysterious executive is hiding.

The inside of the building is even more impressive, and very techy. Which isn't surprising, considering the company that Valko is the chairman of. There's a lot of metal. Metal walls, metal accents, and a large door that's concealed enough not to catch the eye of any ordinary person. But, of course, your curiosity immediately brings it to your attention. Unfortunately you're unable to investigate as the sound of the sleek elevator doors opening snaps you out of your trance.

Valko smirks, pointing inside with his hand. When Sylus steps in, you get cold feet, becoming increasingly aware that you're soon going to be completely enclosed and alone with two men who have very clear intentions on what they plan to do to you, even if they've tried to hide it.

Valko raises an eyebrow "Is something wrong, p—" he suddenly stops himself, clearing his throat. What was that? P, what?

"Um... I... I'm actually afraid of elevators." That statement is half true, but you really are just looking for a polite way to bail.

"No need for ya to be scared" Valko smiles just wide enough to show his teeth, and you swear you see canines. Pronounced canines. Way too sharp to be human. He notices your silent observation and his smile transitions into a smirk that shows a hint of pride for what he says next. "Made it myself."

"You'll be fine, kitten."

Of course. Now that it's 2 against 1, you hesitantly step into the elevator and go to the far wall. Valko gets in after you both, pressing the button for the penthouse floor. You feel your stomach drop as the elevator starts to move, making you tip slightly and cling to Valko's muscular arm. His breath hitches audibly at the contact and he glances down at you almost nervously. The scent of your perfume and something that's uniquely you is stronger when you're this close, making his nostrils flare as he leans in slightly closer.

You look up at him in confusion. If this were any other setting you would have immediately let go and moved as far as you could get, but the elevator had yet to stop, so your legs were too wobbly to carry you anywhere. It also didn't help that you felt Sylus's eyes burning into your back as you clinged to the other man instead of him. When Valko finally glanced up from you, his eyes immediately found Sylus with his own eyes roaming up and down your two bodies pressed together. He mouths something to Valko that makes him freeze momentarily, his brows pinching together as he hardly suppresses a glare. You notice the brief interaction just as the elevator finally comes to a stop, allowing you to relax and promptly exit before your two... companions.

The two men step out in almost perfect sync, the air between them crackling with whatever Sylus had said in the elevator. Valko barely bit back a snarl, and it was becoming increasingly clear that he was only tolerating Sylus for you. However, suspecting that Sylus knew the secret you so badly wanted in on, you mainly wanted to satisfy your curiosity.

Sylus just shrugged an kept walking with that infuriating smirk of his.

"You coming, kitten?" He hadn't even bothered to address Valko. You paused for a moment before nodding and walking forward with Valko following close behind, having no idea how he ended up being led to his own apartment by two strangers.

Once you were inside, it was surprisingly cozy. You didn't expect such warm lighting and so many pillows. And... chocolate milk boxes? You picked one up, giving Valko a confused look that earned you a nervous chuckle.

"Is something wrong? They're good, if ya want one just ask." He tried to play his slight embarrassment cool, and you were honestly pretty tempted to take him up on his offer. This whole thing made him realize that his house wasn't exactly ready for visitors. Especially not ones who were so... observant.

Meanwhile, Sylus picked up some sort of mechanical sharp thing. It looked almost like...a claw? You found that strange to say the least, but Sylus's expression as he twisted it around a few times before putting it down said everything his mouth didn't.

"Interesting."

"Very."

Your exchange with Sylus didn't go unnoticed however. Valko stepped behind you, nose twitching as he caught another whiff of your scent more concentrated now. He's closer to you than before, and it's getting harder for him to hold back with each passing minute. Maybe this sharing thing wasn't such a good idea after all—he wanted you all to himself. Before he knew it, his nose was nearly pressed flat against your pulse point, inhaling your intoxicating aroma.

You flinched, suddenly feeling much warmer than before. "Valko—" you move to push him away but a large hand wraps around your wrist before you can follow through. Sylus stood in front of you, his grip on your arm too firm for you to free yourself from easily.

"Let him."

"What?"

" 'what'? Really, sweetie?" He tilts his head as if he was confused by your own confusion. "You haven't figured it out? I thought you liked mysteries."

"Figure what out?"

Your confusion is promptly disrupted by a small, almost whiny sound from the man behind you.

"Your scent..." Valko rasps out, unable to contain himself anymore despite desperately wanting to. That's when you notice it. Ears. Dog ears. Wolf ears. What the actual hell is going on? Your eyes dart down, catching the movement of his fluffy tail. He's a wolf? And Sylus knew?

"It's... so sweet."

You hardly have any time to process what you just saw before you feel his needy hands roaming your body right in front of Sylus, who does nothing to stop it. Instead, he moves closer, fully sandwhiching you between them both. He tilts your chin up with a condescending finger.

"What's wrong, kitten?"

"Pup." Valko growls

Sylus scoffs at the opposite pet name while you still connected the dots. Sylus must have known this entire time. Thats what had them so worked up in the elevator. Now you're stuck between them and this tension all over again. You feel something thick and hard against your lower back from behind, then another from the front.

"Scared, kitten?" he emphasizes the nickname, using it just to get under Valko's skin"

You swallowed audibly, a sudden heat pooling between your thighs as a low growl vibrates against your back. Valko sniffs the air almost immediately, his eyes closing momentarily with a groan at the heady scent of your growing arousal. "Scared?" He answers before you can.

"Definitely not."

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