LOGIN⚠️ WARNING: Only for readers 18+ who like their stepbrothers FERAL and their stepfathers FILTHY. *** He bit me at a frat party I only attended to get over my ex. Three days later, he was sitting across from me at my mother's engagement dinner – and then standing at the foot of my bed unbuckling his belt at 1:47 AM. Knox Voss is a werewolf, a biker, and my new stepbrother. He marked my neck so every wolf in the city knows I'm his, and he fucks me like he's trying to ruin me for anyone else. It's working. But his father is worse. Dominic Voss is my professor, my stepfather, and a wolf who's hidden behind a suit for twenty years. He locks his office door on Thursdays, then takes me apart with a cruelty so precise it feels like worship. I'm human. They're not. I'm sleeping with both of them in the same house, down the hall from my mother – and a world I was never supposed to know about is closing in. A jealous she-wolf who feels every orgasm through a broken bond. An Alpha uncle who considers my existence a death sentence. And a law that says the punishment for a human knowing about wolves is execution. Knox claims my body. Dominic reads my soul. Both will burn this family down before they let me go. And I can't stop going back. Contains: werewolf shifters, stepbrother/stepfather, MC bikers, over-the-knee discipline, bite bonds, Level 2 shifts that make him BIGGER in every way, and a mother who never looks at the right moment. All characters are 18+. All scenarios are fiction. All orgasms are supernatural.
View MoreKnox starts the preparation two days after the blindfold test.He shows up at my bedroom door at 11 PM with a duffel bag that clinks when he sets it on the floor, and the sound of whatever is inside that bag makes my stomach drop.“Get on the bed,” he says, and the command carries the flat authority that means his wolf has the reins.I get on the bed.He unzips the bag and the contents emerge in an order that I suspect is deliberate – the vibrator first, matte black and curved with a weight that suggests it was designed by someone who understands that the difference between a toy and a tool is the seriousness of the hand holding it. Then a blindfold, different from the t-shirt he used last time – this one is made of black silk, and it is professional in a way that communicates premeditation rather than improvisation.“Tonight isn’t about cumming,” he says, and the sentence is unusual enough that I look at him with a confused expression. “The compound will include multiple sources of i
Knox reads my scent as usual and he pauses.“You’re scared,” he says.“Yes.”“You’re also wet.”I don’t answer because the answer is on his face – the slight widening of his nostrils, the gold pushing through his irises.He promises me he won’t push tonight, and he offers a taste instead – a controlled sample, small enough to survive and large enough to know.“Just enough to understand what it would be,” he says. “Tell me to stop if you get uncomfortable. After this, you decide.”I don’t say no, so the demonstration begins.He buckles his belt around my wrists behind my back, and it hits me that we have used this belt for this purpose enough times that the leather has softened at the buckle point and the holes have stretched. The restraint is snug without cutting and the helplessness settles over me instantly.The blindfold comes next. He folds his t-shirt twice and ties it behind my skull, and the cotton carrying his scent – leather, engine oil, wolf heat – so the darkness I’m plunge
The evening starts in Dominic’s study.True to his word, he begins with my back to him and his hand on my throat with his fingers spanning from my jaw to my collarbone and his thumb resting on my pulse point where he can feel the acceleration that his touch produces.“Breathe.”I breathe.His other hand slides beneath the waistband of my skirt and finds me already slick from the day’s cumulative anticipation.His fingers find the spot he is looking for immediately and his composure dissolves into amber eyes and wolf growl when the contact pushes past what his control can contain.Five minutes. His own data aligns when the orgasm hits, and it is vivid proof that his methods are more effective than his original prediction.Knox walks in at the tail end of my orgasm.He leans against the doorframe and watches me come apart in his father’s hands until my twitches reduce.“My turn.” Knox finally speaks.Dominic withdraws his hand and wipes his fingers on the handkerchief from his breast po
The bond’s remote signals discover my schedule within the first week and exploit it greatly.I’m in my 10 AM lecture on Thursday and the Professor is discussing post-war fiction. I’m taking notes and trying to focus, but then I suddenly feel Knox’s arousal.The gold channel opens like a valve turning and the signal floods through the bond with a low, pulsing heat that starts in the mark on my neck and drops straight down to the space between my hips. My pen stops mid-word, and it feels like my brain got hijacked by the sensation of Knox Voss three miles away thinking about my body hard enough that the thought became a physical event in mine.My thighs press against each other under the desk.The pressure helps for approximately two seconds, but then the bond interprets the pressure as a response and amplifies the signal.The girl next to me – Sarah, political science major – glances over with concern.“You okay?”“Cramp,” I say, and my voice is steady.The signal peaks after about thi
My jaw aches when I chew my toast and every time it does I feel a pulse between my legs that has no business existing before 8 AM, and I've been checking the clock since I woke up because he said "same time tomorrow" and that means tonight, which means I have approximately fourteen hours to figure
The belt slides free from the loops with a sound that cuts through the dark like a blade, and I should be reaching for my phone or screaming for my mom or doing literally any of the things a normal person would do when a man they met yesterday is standing at the foot of their bed at – I glance at t
The bite healed in a few days, which seemed fast, but I wasn't exactly monitoring it with scientific rigour because I was too busy crying over Ryan Parker and pretending the frat party never happened. It left a faint silver line on my neck that I cover with concealer out of habit. Sometimes the ski
"Unghh—""Don't stop until I say so."His hand tightens in my hair and pushes me back down, and my knees ache against the cold tile floor and my jaw is sore and my eyes are watering and I am, without question, losing my entire mind because I am in the back row of a lecture hall with my stepbrother'
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