ログインHe enters me in one stroke.The penetration is devastating enough to make my head drop back against the wall, and the plaster cracks further behind my skull, and the sound I make is swallowed by his palm. He fills me with the measured completeness that is his signature, his cock hitting the depth where my anterior wall meets my cervix, and he holds there – holds still inside me with the agonizing patience of a man who spent twenty years practicing stillness and whose stillness gives my body time to feel every millimeter of contact until the feeling is unbearable."This is what I should have done at the compound." His voice against my ear, his lips close enough that I can feel the words form against my skin. "My hand on your mouth and my cock inside you, but with nobody watching except the wall."He pulls back and thrusts forward in a stroke that carries compressed intensity, but my body absorbs the force through my back against the plaster and my thigh over his hip and my walls grippi
I hear the sound of wood cracking before I reach the study door.A lot of wood cracking. A low, sustained splintering that travels through the apartment walls and reaches the hallway where I'm standing in bare feet with Knox's cum still drying on my inner thigh and the compound's parking lot still buzzing through my nervous system. The splintering stops. Silence follows, and it's worse because Dominic's silences have weight, and this one presses against the study door hard enough that I can feel it through the wood.I open the door and see that the study is destroyed.The reading chair lies on its side with one arm entirely broken off, and its upholstery torn into four parallel streaks matching the claws of a wolf. The desk has cracked down the middle, splitting along the grain of the wood with a force no human could exert, causing the two halves to sag against each other while still standing on buckled legs. Books are scattered everywhere – some with broken spines and torn pages – cr
I quicken my movements as Knox's hands shift from my hips to my backside, gripping firmly in a way that is unmistakably Knox. His palms press into me, forcing me wider, which deepens the angle and makes me gasp. That gasp echoes through the air, detectable by wolf ears and noses, carrying the scent of arousal mingled with cold air and motorcycle exhaust."Harder," Knox whispers through clenched teeth as his hips lift to meet my downward stroke. The intense clash of his force against my rhythm creates a depth that makes my hands grasp his shoulders and my nails dig into the tattoo on his left deltoid."No." I press his shoulders back against the seat. "My pace."His gold eyes narrow slightly, and the bond sends a familiar signal – the tortured arousal of a man whose pride battles his desire because his mate just said no, and that no is intensifying his arousal. His cock twitches inside me, and I feel it, and he knows I feel it, and the knowing makes him grip my hips tighter.I move wit
He lifts his head from my shoulder and his eyes – gold again now, the wolf fully present – carry a question."Get on the bike, Knox."He doesn't ask where. He shifts back toward human dimensions, and the recession is slow and uneven because the wolf doesn't want to let go of the extra space the shifted body provides. His hands find my waist, and the grip is tighter now, closer to his usual. We walk to the parking lot, and the bike is still warm from his ride home, with the seat holding the heat in the leather.He gets on. I get on behind him, then swing my leg over and reseat myself in front of him, facing him, my thighs on either side of his hips, my hands on his shoulders, and my face level with his because the geometry of what I'm about to do requires eye contact."Drive to the compound."The gold flares. The question in his eyes sharpens into recognition, and that recognition sends the first signal through the bond that isn't grief – a hot, bright pulse that tastes like the Knox I
He lifts his head from my shoulder and his eyes – gold again now, the wolf fully present – carry a question."Get on the bike, Knox."He doesn't ask where. He shifts back toward human dimensions, and the recession is slow and uneven because the wolf doesn't want to let go of the extra space the shifted body provides. His hands find my waist, and the grip is tighter now, closer to his usual. We walk to the parking lot, and the bike is still warm from his ride home, with the seat holding the heat in the leather.He gets on. I get on behind him, then swing my leg over and reseat myself in front of him, facing him, my thighs on either side of his hips, my hands on his shoulders, and my face level with his because the geometry of what I'm about to do requires eye contact."Drive to the compound."The gold flares. The question in his eyes sharpens into recognition, and that recognition sends the first signal through the bond that isn't grief – a hot, bright pulse that tastes like the Knox I
IVYI'm sitting on the front steps when I hear the engine.The sound reaches me before the headlight does – the low, throaty rumble of Knox's bike cutting through the 2 AM quiet of a street that has no business being this still while the world behind it is falling apart. The gold channel pulses with a signal I've never felt from Knox before. Cold. Hollow. Something that used to be full and isn't anymore. The emptiness is so loud through the bond that I'm on my feet before the headlight swings around the corner.He pulls into the lot, cuts the engine, and the silence that follows is different from the silence he usually brings home. Knox's silences have always been charged with desire, plans, and the tense energy of a wolf calculating the quickest way to seize what he's after. This silence, however, is vacant. An emptiness flows through the gold channel, filling my chest with the ache of trying to tune into a signal that used to broadcast but now only static.He doesn't get off the bik
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







