Finding a new normal

It takes a few weeks, but you and Luke eventually find a routine that works for you. You make breakfast in the morning for the two of you and discuss your plans for the day. Normally, you go out for meetings with Khayone and the pack's Elders while Luke hangs around the park or the library. He cleans up while you rush off. You typically don't see your husband until dinner. It's not for a lack of trying on your part; you've tried looking for him if you get out of your meetings early, but you always seem to just miss him. So now you just head back to the apartment, tidy up a little, and wait for Luke.

Luke typically comes home as you're cooking dinner. Those nights, he'll typically give you a kiss on the cheek and talk about his day while you finish up. Sometimes it makes you a bit sad; your husband is always alone. He'll mention someone every once in a while, but it mostly just 'I saw so-and-so do something stupid today'. You had hoped he'd warm up to some of them by now, but it seems that Luke just wants to be alone. But afterwards, once you have full bellies and a clean kitchen, the two of you retreat to the bed for a little fun.

Other nights, Luke comes home late. He's clearly just had a shower and you can see that he's nervous. You can smell something strange, but it's covered by the scent of soap. It makes you question his whereabouts, but any attempt at questions gets thrown out the window. Luke is practically on top of you, kissing you deeply and pawing at your pants. Your worries get thrown out the window as you enter a lust-filled frenzy. He'll fuck you until you are too tired to ask questions and disappear again come morning. These nights don't happen too often, maybe once every one or two weeks, but it definitely makes you worried. Something is going on with your husband.

It's one of those nights. Luke has you bent over the kitchen counter, everything pushed to the floor as he plows your hole. One of his hands holds your waist while the other keeps your hands together above your head. He's been going at it for thirty minutes now, teasing both of you to the edge before pulling away. Your own cock is dark and weeping, begging for release. Your eyes are locked onto Luke's face as you beg. You can tell he's going to give into the lust, his bottom lip bleeding from how hard he's bitten it. His nostrils flare as his eyes fly open, a howl of victory as he bottoms himself out inside you, planting his seed again.

You cry out as well, your own cum painting your chest and face from the ****. The two of you are panting in the afterglow when you notice something. A dark mark on your husbands shoulder. You can't make out what it is... A bruise maybe? Or... No... Is that a hickey?! It can't be, the two of you haven't had sex in three days and you never leave marks on him. It never feels right.

"Luke..." you say, voice trembling.

Your husband doesn't catch your tone as angry though. "On it, husband dearest." he says, pulling back and thrusting once again. You yelp and cry out, your thoughts quickly forgotten as Luke buries you in pleasure...

It isn't enough to make you forget about it in the morning. Not when your bed is cold and empty, Luke nowhere in sight... again.