LOGIN4 ~ I’ll Marry You.
ALEX’s POVMy head fell forward, my mouth hanging open as the words hung in the steamy air between us.Marry me.Liam's voice echoed in my mind, rough and demanding, while his two fingers kept sliding deep inside me, stretching my hole with that brutal rhythm.Shock mixed with the pleasure crashing through my body, making my vision blur. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't form the words to answer him.All I could do was dive in for a fierce kiss, crashing my lips against his.Our mouths clashed hard, tongues dueling like we were fighting for control, tasting the salt of sweat and the heat of our need.Those fingers didn't stop thrusting into me, pumping in and out, making my ass clench around them with every push.I wanted to talk, to say yes or ask what the hell he meant, but the pleasure was too much. It built like a storm inside me, wave after wave, stealing my breath.5 ~ Ravaged in the Stacks HAWTHORNE’s POV Jamie groaned, his hips bucking shallowly, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts. "Yeah, swallow that dick—clean it up for round two." His hand guided my head, setting the pace deeper each time until his pubes tickled my nose, his balls tapping my chin. I gagged wetly as tears prickled my eyes, but I didn't pull back, my throat relaxing to take him all. Spit bubbled at the corners of my mouth, dripping onto the floor, and I reached up to fondle his heavy sack, rolling the orbs in my palm, feeling them tighten. He pulled out abruptly, strings of saliva connecting us, and hauled me to my feet. "Pants off. Now." We stripped frantically in the aisle, our clothes discarded in a heap amid forgotten volumes on ancient wars. Naked under the stacks, the cool air pebbled my skin, my cock rigid and aching anew, ass clenching around the emptiness. Jamie spun me around, pressing my chest to the bookshelf, my hands splaying on leather-bound
4 ~ Reshaping My Hole.HAWTHORNE’s POV "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, pausing halfway, letting me adjust. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my back, and I could feel every pulse of his cock inside me. So big. It's splitting me, but I want more. Fill me up.I rocked back, taking another inch, and he cursed, his hands bruising my hips as he thrust forward, bottoming out. His balls slapped against mine, cock buried to the hilt, and I cried out, the pressure hitting my prostate dead-on, sparks exploding behind my eyes.Jamie didn't wait long. He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, my hole clinging to him, then slammed in hard, setting a brutal pace. The couch rocked with each thrust as the leather creaked, my body jolting forward. "Take it, slut. Feel my dick pounding your ass," he said, his voice rough, one hand coming up to wrap around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. I choked out a moan, loving the control, the way he choked me while fu
3 ~ Claimed on the Couch HAWTHORNE’s POV He yanked my head back with my hair, his thick shaft popping free with a slick sound. I gasped for air, my lips swollen and numb, staring up at him with watery eyes."Not yet," Jamie said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. His dark eyes burned with control, that quiet student gone, replaced by this dominant force towering over me. He hauled me up by the arm, his strong fingers digging into my skin, and shoved me toward the leather couch in the corner. It creaked under my weight as I stumbled back onto it, my shirt half-open, my pants tented obscenely. Jamie kicked off his jeans and boxers fully, his massive nine-inch cock bobbing free, slick with my saliva, veins pulsing along its length. He was a sight—muscles rippling under that smooth brown skin, chest heaving, sweat beading on his abs."Strip," he ordered, stepping closer, his hand stroking his dick lazily, smearing the wetness from my mouth over the head. I scramble
2 ~ Getting What He Craved.HAWTHORNE's POV Finally, I nodded to Jamie, who stood waiting by the circulation desk, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He followed me to the back office—a small, windowless room tucked behind the desk, with a worn leather couch, a cluttered desk, and shelves of forgotten returns. Perfect for privacy. I locked the door behind us, the click loud in the sudden quiet. The air felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.As I turned around and without the library's space between us, he towered over me—six-foot-something of solid muscle, his hoodie hugging every curve.My predatory smile slipped out as I let my eyes roam over him openly now. "You like watching guys fuck, huh? Ever done it yourself?"He hesitated, but then that quiet facade cracked. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body. His voice dropped, deep and commanding.
1 ~ Shadows in the Stacks.HAWTHORNE’s POV I adjusted my glasses and leaned against the upper balcony railing of the campus library, my heart beating a little faster than usual. It was late, way past ten on a Thursday night during exam week, and the place felt like a tomb. Just a handful of desperate students down below, their heads buried in books and notes, the soft hum of fluorescent lights the only sound breaking the silence. But I wasn't here for the quiet or the musty smell of old pages anymore. No, I had been coming to these late shifts for years now, feeding off the sight of them. And it was the young guys hunched over tables, their bodies tense and unaware of my eyes on them.At forty-two, I looked the part of the proper librarian: slim build, neatly trimmed beard, wire-rimmed glasses perched on my nose. But underneath it all, I was a mess of pent-up lust. I would watch them for hours, letting the heat build ins
6 ~ Eternal SurrenderEli and Noah wore their collars hidden under shirts. This was a constant reminder of Rafe's claim. Classes dragged, but texts from him ignited pulses: Kneel when you read this. Imagine my cock down your throat. They did, in bathrooms or under desks, hands pressing against their hardening lengths, obedience sharpening their edge.Midweek, Rafe called them to his place after dark. The apartment hummed with tension, air thick from the week's denial. “Last test,” he said as the door clicked shut. “Prove you're mine forever.” They stripped without prompt, kneeling naked on the cool hardwood with their eyes locked on his boots. Rafe circled them with a crop in hand—thin leather tip tracing their spines just before it dipped to tease their aching balls. Eli shivered; Noah's breath hitched.He bound them side by side on the bed with their arms stretched overhead to the headboard, legs spread and ankles tied to posts. Exposed with their cocks rigid against their st







