LOGINI wake up between them and the geometry of the bed tells a story that the sheets confirm – Knox behind me in the cage-grip with his arm across my ribs and his face pressed against the back of my neck, Dominic in front of me with his hand resting on my hip and his glasses folded on the nightstand beside my mom’s engagement photo, and it is a visual that my morning brain files under “things that will haunt me later but that I’m choosing to ignore right now because right now I’m warm.”The morning light coming through the window is doing something to Dominic’s face that I haven’t seen before – softening the lines around his eyes and catching the silver at his temples in a way that makes him look less like a professor and more like a man who slept beside a woman he wanted to sleep beside, and the distinction matters because every other time I’ve seen Dominic in the aftermath he was already dressed and masked and folding his handkerchief.He’s not masked now. His face in sleep is open in a
He pushes inside me and the entry is nothing like Knox.Dominic half-shifted enters in a slow and massive manner, the pressure building from every direction simultaneously until I realise I'm deep inside and floating.The stretch is beyond what Knox’s half-shift produces, and the beyond is not a small margin. Dominic’s body at this size fills me past the supernatural threshold that I thought Knox’s wolf chemistry had already maxed out, and the new threshold exists in a territory my nervous system doesn’t have maps for because nobody has ever been here before.He moves with the same precision he brings to everything except that the precision is now operating through a body that has twenty years of compressed wolf energy releasing through every stroke.Each stroke is seismic in depth, each measured push reaching a place inside me that I didn’t know existed until Dominic’s ancient wolf found it.His hands hold my hips with that terrifying gentleness – the careful calibrated grip of finge
Knox’s half-shifted body is so much bigger than his human body that the mirror can barely contain both of us in the same reflection – his shoulders span the width of the frame and his hands wrap entirely around my waist with his clawed fingertips nearly meeting at my spine.He pushes inside me and the stretch is the one that rewired my nervous system the first time and made every human-scale encounter seem like eating rice cakes after you’ve tasted steak.The wolf chemistry floods through every point of contact in a cascade that hits my bloodstream like a drug, and it carries a pleasure that exists above the ceiling my human body was built to process.I scream.It's a full open-throated scream that bounces off my mom’s bedroom walls and rattles the mirror and carries the specific frequency of a woman whose nervous system just got plugged into a power supply it wasn’t designed for and the overload is coming out through the only channel wide enough to handle the output.His hips drive f
Dominic starts with his hands on my knees pressing them apart in increments. His mouth is on the inside of my thigh where the skin is thinnest and the nerves run closest to the surface, and the first drag of his tongue from my knee toward the crease where my leg meets my hip is so deliberately slow that I can feel every millimetre of contact individually.Knox watches from the chair with his jeans undone and his chest still heaving. His gold-ringed eyes are tracking his father’s mouth on my skin with an expression that I’ve never seen on his face before. It's not jealousy or rage. It's a focused absorption that looks like a man watching someone perform a skill he’s been trying to master.Dominic’s mouth reaches the apex of my thigh and his tongue finds my clit, and the sound I make on the first contact is embarrassingly loud, because the orgasm that Knox built to the edge and Dominic’s withdrawal interrupted is still sitting right below the surface.I cum before he’s completed a full
My mom leaves for the overnight retreat at 6 PM with a suitcase and a yoga mat. She's very happy because she believes that a weekend of guided meditation will bring her closer to inner peace, so I stand in the doorway waving goodbye while both Voss men stand behind me in the hallway.Knox is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and Dominic is beside him holding a cup of tea with his reading glasses on.The image of us in the doorway waving her off would look like a family portrait if the family weren’t planning to spend the next twelve hours doing things that would make a meditation retreat unnecessary, because the stress relief we’re about to generate doesn’t require a yoga mat.Her car turns the corner. The taillights disappear. And the apartment rearranges itself around her absence the way it always does.Knox moves first because he always moves first, and his hand closes on the back of my neck as he walks me backward down the hallway and into the master bedroom – the roo
The second time is slower and Dominic joins from behind. The fullness on the study couch is deeper than the counter because the angle is different, and the couch cushions are absorbing the force that the granite countertop reflected.The softness underneath me combined with the hardness inside me creates a contrast that my body interprets as the physical equivalent of being held while being taken apart.Knox’s pace escalates and Dominic matches him in the counter-rhythm they established in the kitchen – one forward while the other withdraws – and I’m gripping the couch cushions the way I’ve gripped this couch during every Dominic encounter, except that the gripping now includes Knox behind me.I cum with both of them inside me, and the orgasm rolls through me in a wave that I feel in the bond with Knox and in the heat of Dominic’s mouth against my shoulder. They follow in a sequence that I control by clenching – bearing down on Dominic first because the precision of his gasp is someth
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







