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$1,199,000/5 br/3 ba/3,045 sq ft

Yellow Springs, OH

Built In 1957

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Inksaken list under the cut

Valko comes through the balcony as usual, perching on the railing to sniff the air for a second before jumping onto the tile. He knows you're in your bedroom, so he opens the sliding door and lets himself in—it's routine by now—before making his way to you.

There's something different about your scent tonight; it's almost sweeter and muskier, almost like a blooming flower. It hangs heavy, coating his senses until it reaches his mind and all he can think about is you.

By the time Valko reaches your bedroom door you're already fast asleep with your arms wrapped around your wolf plushie, hugging it close to your body as if someone would dare swipe it from you. Smiling to himself, Valko sits on the edge of the bed as he watches you for a moment; caught in between wanting to join you and not wanting to wake you. He leans closer to give you a kiss on the forehead—brushing your hair out of your face—when the thick, syrupy scent hits him again, stronger this time.

It's not his fault that his nose leads him to your nightstand, drawing him in closer until he's slowly opening the drawer as he glances back at your sleeping form. It's not his fault he nearly loses his damn mind when he sees a rather odd collection of varying silicone objects that resemble—

Oh, hell.

Was he failing as your mate? Were you not satisfied enough that you had to resort to these to pleasure yourself? Sure, Valko isn't always around when work picked up, but he always made sure you came plenty of times before he went on a long business trip. But is he still not keeping up with your needs?

Closing the drawer, Valko tries his best to keep himself in check, but it's too late. His tail is already thumping against the mattress as his ears flatten on his head.

"Valko?" You call out to him in the darkness, your voice laced with sleepiness.

"Sorry to wake you, babe." Valko comes closer to you, wrapping his body around you as his tail wraps itself around your thigh. "Go back to sleep."

Valko doesn't know why he's telling you this when he knows he won't get any sleep as long as the intoxicating scent of you pours from your nightstand. It's impossible, really, as it beckons him to sniff each one until he can know exactly which one you used last. All he wants to do is watch as you get more and more flustered when he tells you that they were no match for him.