Mag-log inThe 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 dream that night starts with silver.I see Viktor’s eyes inside the bond. His silver irises float in the amber-and-gold space where Knox and Dominic live and he presses against the boundary of the double bond. I feel his pressure probing inside my mind, just hard enough that I know that he’s there, that the wall between his interest and my body is thinner than the men sleeping beside me would want to believe.His silver eyes find the amber mark in the bond-space and the pressure intensifies. I feel his attention on my skin, and the bond’s immune response fires again the rejection signal pulsing through both channels simultaneously.I wake screaming in an empty room and my mates are at the door in seconds. Knox in sweatpants with his eye’s full gold and his claws already extended, scanning the room for a physical threat that doesn’t exist. Dominic behind him in sleep pants and nothing else, his amber eyes bright in the dark hallway, his hand on the doorframe tight enough that the wo
Four words. The seemingly simplest question in the English language.But the way he’s asking it – looking at the floor with his hands on his knees and the amber completely absent from his eyes – makes something crack in my chest that I didn’t know was holding.“Define all right,” I say, because the dark humour is the scaffolding that holds me together and removing it now would mean confronting the answer without structural support.“Ivy.” He doesn’t back off. “I watched you perform a bond demonstration on a concrete floor in front of thirty wolves because my brother threatened to erase your memory, and I stood six feet away and did nothing. I need to know if the woman I’m looking at right now is the same woman who walked into that compound this morning or if something in there broke something in here.” His hand lifts from his knee and touches his own chest, not mine. “Because I will spend the rest of this situation managing Viktor and managing Knox and managing the pack, and I cannot
Knox goes straight to the kitchen and paces, and the pacing has a rhythm that matches his heartbeat.I can feel his elevated pulse through the bond driving his legs back and forth across the tile while his hands open and close at his sides. He hasn’t spoken since, and his silence is louder than any words would’ve been because Knox usually fills silence instinctively and completely – and the absence of his voice means the wolf is too close to the surface for human language.Dominic pours whiskey. Two fingers, neat, in the heavy glass that lives on the shelf above the stove. He doesn’t drink it immediately. He holds it and studies the amber liquid with the detached focus of a man examining a specimen, and the parallel between the whiskey’s colour and his wolf’s eyes is the kind of detail that a literature professor would appreciate and a man in crisis would ignore.I sit at the kitchen table with my hands flat on the surface and the compound’s scent still on my skin and the ache between
He takes me in front of Viktor Voss and the weight of a pack’s judgement.My back meets the cold concrete floor and his body covers mine, and the contrast between the frozen surface and his searing heat makes my spine arch into him before he’s even inside me.When he enters me, the bond detonates.The mark on my neck blazes bright enough to cast shadows on the ceiling and the amber mark on my inner thigh ignites in response – both scars luminous and pulsing in a rhythm that matches the pace Knox sets.The double glow fills the chamber with light that doesn’t come from the fluorescents. The wolves see it. Every single one of them sees the light pouring through my skin like I’ve swallowed something that burns, and the murmur that moves through the room is one of recognition – the sound of thirty predators witnessing something that their pack lore told them was mythological.Knox’s pace is controlled. He builds our performance slowly, each thrust pressing deeper with the measured intensi
I should have blocked the number – the number I didn’t give him, the number he stole from my phone while I was asleep, which is a fact that should disturb me more than it turns me on.And underneath the text from yesterday is today’s command sitting in my inbox like a landmine:"You’re sitting in m
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







