The next few days has become the best in the five years Axel and I have been together:

Archer frequently sent me calls and voice messages and most of them are just like querying about my overall well-being. But oftentimes, like today, it is just plain sweet and romantic.

“We can do that again, if you’d like,” he replied, our call only spanning more than half an hour. “But minus the dare—and the sitting on my lap. I want you sit right on my cock—”

“Shush, the pups can hear you!” I’m currently volunteering in the Bluemoon Pack’s nursery, where the young ones stay while their parents work for the...