เข้าสู่ระบบI do as he says.My fingers slide up through the wet and circle the aching knot at the top, and my hips buck forward off the door before I can stop them. Down the row, his arm comes off the back of the bench, his elbow finds the table, and he leans in an inch. That’s the only tell that he feels what I feel."Don't go inside yet," he says. "That's it. Again.""Please – ""Wait, Ivy." The command is soft and absolute, and my entire body folds around it. "You cum when I say. Just keep your eyes on me through that window, or I’ll hang up, and you’ll come back out here like that."I swallow my complaints and keep my eyes on him as I work myself exactly as he tells me. I go in tight circles, and then I push two fingers up inside while the heel of my hand grinds the rest of my pussy, and the combination makes both marks go live."Faster," he says. "You're close. I can feel it. So don't you dare slow down. Just keep going with your eyes on me."I keep my eyes on him.The buzzing light and the
IVY’S POVThe two o'clock rush at The Grind House is something I've started to love these days.It's a Tuesday. Tuesdays are slow and then not slow in a wave that breaks around one forty-five as the lunch stragglers and the laptop crowd all decide at once that they need caffeine.I work the bar alone because Marco times his break around his greatest comforts. Basically, he leaves me with the worst of it on purpose, and I let him because the noise is good for me. Mr. Abe is at the end of the counter waiting on his flat white, same as every day, telling me about his daughter in L.A. again. I hear that story every afternoon, but I always nod at the right moments as I pull his shot cleanly.A kid knocks a biscotti jar with his elbow, and his mother apologizes twice. The register drawer sticks and I hip it shut. Nobody in here wants anything from me that I can't make with my hands in under ninety seconds, and after the week I've had, after seven days of reading every room before I walk int
DOMINICJune sleeps through everything now because of the fitness pills she said she got through her wellness group.She takes one with water at ten and by half past she’s under, her breath gone slow and even beside me. I lie there longer than I mean to with my eyes on the ceiling.My wife.I say it in my head and a year in it still sits wrong in my mouth.The amber channel goes warm inside me, and I know before anything else that Ivy’s home. She’s a few feet east in her own bed, and the bond carries it clean across the dark, the small loosening in her chest as the door locks behind her, safe, down for the night. My breath goes out of me slowly, and something in my spine I didn’t feel tighten lets go. She’s in, so now we count the rest.I leave the bed without waking June and carry the phone into the front room without turning any of the lights on.Knox calls before I’ve even sat down. He has never once bothered with hello.“We caught a scout from Black Fang tonight. They’d been sitti
KNOXThe scout bleeds on my concrete, and I let him.Diego has a knee in his spine, and the kid’s enjoying it too much, grinning down at the back of a stranger’s skull, so I look at him once, and the grin goes away. Rook stands off to the side with his arms crossed, reading the room before he says a word. Sable hasn’t come in from the bay. She’s at the open mouth, her back to us, staring north into the dark the other one ran into, wanting to go after it and knowing better than to move without me.I crouch by the scout’s head. He smells like Black Fang, old leather and the compound’s particular rot, and under that something sour that’s just fear.“How long,” I say.“Go to hell.”I take his wrist, the one Diego’s got pinned, and bend the smallest finger back until it meets its own limit and then a little past, slow, until the sound he makes fills the whole floor.“How long have you been watching this building?”“Four days.” It comes out fast now. “Four days. We rotate. Two on, two off.”
He places his mouth back, done teasing, two fingers pushing into me while his tongue works and his free hand spreading hot across my belly to pin me to the pipe, and I can't see any of it, I can only feel, and feeling has become the whole size of the world. The orgasm builds from the soles of my feet and climbs. He feels it coming through my body and the bond and doesn't back off, drives into it, and when it breaks I bite down on the scream as it tears through me in the dark with my arms chained over my head and his mouth refusing to quit, dragging it out until my knees give and the cuffs take my weight and his hands catch my hips and hold me up through the last of it.He stands. His hands come up, the blindfold slides off, and the grey light floods back in, and his face is right there, his mouth wet, his grey eyes soft at the edges where the crew downstairs never gets to see them."There she is," he says.He uncuffs me and works the feeling back into my wrists with his thumbs, just a
Everything in me stops with them. The warm point in my chest holds still, Knox gone motionless, listening to something I can't hear, and the not-knowing goes through the heat like cold water. What did he hear? Someone in the building. I strain into the dark until my ears ring and there's nothing, no snarl, no fight, only the city and the wind and the enormous quiet of him down there frozen on the floor below. Through the mark, his focus is narrow and sharp, aimed at one thing, and then it loosens. The point slides again. A rat, a settling beam, nothing. His boots pick the line back up.I didn't know I'd stopped breathing until I start again, loud, and I hate how relieved it sounds.Time comes apart. I count to sixty to measure a minute and lose it at forty because the mark pulses, his arousal leaking faintly through the bond, which means down there, walking his careful lines, he's thinking about what's chained up here, and knowing it undoes whatever the counting was holding together.
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
"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'







