Somehow with the title I expected something a bit more tongue-in-cheek, but there was no humor or anything at all innovative about the plotline or characters: just the usual big werewolf alpha meets virginal tragiboy mate, sex and pregnancy ensuing. There's nothing wrong with the story; I just really don't like sentimental alpha tales so this wasn't for me. On a picky note, there was something really discordant in the prose style, generally elevated diction--"garments" instead of clothes, "his lover's wet cavern" for mouth--and formal sentence constructions mixed with the occasional colloquialism like "heck" : "He dropped to his knees, ready to worship the thing of beauty that was Saul's dick." Was the Keats quote deliberate?
As I said, the story is about what you'd expect, nothing too terrible but not attempting anything new at all.