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Chapter 39: The First Blow
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Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 46: The Queen and Her Wolves
The cabin smelled of smoke, sweat, and skin. Ash still clung to the air, faint and bitter, from the firewood that had burned down to glowing embers.Mara lay tangled between them, one arm curled across the First’s chest, her thigh draped over the Second’s hip. They hadn’t let her move far, not even in sleep. One clung to her from behind, the other from the front, as though both feared that if they let go, she would vanish into air.Her eyes opened slowly. Dawn bled pale light through the shutters. Their bodies were heavy against her, each heartbeat thunderous in her ear.For a long, quiet moment, Mara just breathedShe had done it. Not only survived, but claimed. Bent them into submission, forced them to kneel, and then taken them both inside her fire until there was nothing left but need and surrender.Yet lying there between them, with their breath hot on her skin, Mara understood something else.The truce was fragile.Her command, her dominance — it had worked. Last night, they obe
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 45: The Queen of the Wolves
Mara had expected hesitation. Resistance. Maybe even another fight.But when the sun went down, and she stood between them in the cabin’s narrow firelight, she saw it written plain across their faces.They were done circling.Done waiting.Done pretending they could live without her.The First prowled close, fire in his veins, eyes dark with hunger. His hand itched to grab, to pin, to brand. The Second stood stiff-backed and silent, but the tremor in his jaw betrayed him. His need was colder, deeper, no less consuming.And Mara—Mara was the stillness between their storms.“You both want me,” she said, voice soft, but unshakable. She slipped the thin strap of her shirt from her shoulder, letting it fall. “You both think you own me.”The First growled low, stepping forward. “You’re mine, Mara.”The Second’s eyes narrowed. “No. She’ll see she belongs to me.”She laughed. A sharp, sweet sound that cut them both. “Wrong. I belong to no one.”Then she pushed the shirt down her body, baring
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 44: The Wolf Who Owns the Wolves
The air in the cabin was a noose. Tight. Heavy. Unforgiving.For two nights, Mara had let them circle her like wolves forced into the same cage. They paced, growled, watched each other through her. The First with his fire, the Second with his ice. They hadn’t touched each other since the fight — but their suspicion never left, and every moment pressed harder against her skin.She was supposed to be the prey.But something in her had shifted.She saw it in the way their eyes followed her. In the way they swallowed their pride rather than risk losing her altogether.For the first time since this nightmare began, Mara realized:They were the ones trapped.The chance came at dawn.She woke to the First’s arm heavy across her waist, his breath rough against the back of her neck. Across the room, the Second sat in the chair, eyes red from sleeplessness, staring like a sentinel.Mara didn’t shrink between them. She didn’t cower.Instead, she turned her body deliberately, pressing her back ha
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 43: The Edge of Compromise
The cabin breathed like a beast around them, thick with tension and the scent of sweat and gun oil. Neither man moved after her last words. They stood on opposite sides of her, silent, eyes sharp with suspicion.Mara could feel it — the way their fury scraped at the edges of restraint. If she faltered, if she tipped her hand too soon, they would burn each other down. And she would be lost in the fire.So she did what she always did.She stalled.That night, she didn’t sleep. The First paced by the window, his hand never far from the knife at his hip. The Second lingered in the corner, arms folded, gaze unblinking. Mara lay between them on the mattress, every shift of her body drawing their attention.She let them see her restless. She let them hear her whisper in half-dreams, soft sounds that could belong to either of them.When the First leaned close, brushing her hair back from her damp cheek, she murmured his name.When the Second’s shadow fell across her, she let a whimper slip, a
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 42: Caught Between Wolves
The storm broke without warning.Mara had felt it simmering for days—the sharpness in the First’s voice, the way the Second lingered closer to the cabin than before. Every touch, every glance, every breath carried the crackle of something about to ignite.Now it was here.The First slammed the door behind him, the wooden frame rattling. His eyes burned as he stalked across the floor, his hand clamping around Mara’s arm with a grip that bordered on bruising.“Enough,” he snarled. “I want the truth.”Her lips parted. “Truth about what?”His jaw clenched so tightly she thought it might crack. “Don’t play innocent. I see the way you look at him. I hear the words you don’t say.”Mara’s throat tightened, fear flickering in her belly—but she forced it down, burying it beneath practiced tremors. She widened her eyes, lips trembling. “You think I want him? You think I’d betray you after everything—”“Then prove it.” His voice was a growl, his breath hot against her face. His hand slid from her
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 41: Whispers in the Dark (2)
The cabin smelled of iron and sweat. Blood stained the wooden floor, streaks dark and drying, a map of violence etched into the grain.The First had fallen into a restless half-sleep, sprawled across the mattress with one arm flung over Mara’s waist as though his touch could keep her tethered. His chest rose and fell unevenly, his ribs no doubt cracked where the Second had struck. Even in sleep, his grip was iron.Mara lay motionless, her body curled against his, but her mind seethed awakeShe didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe more than she had to. She knew what she wanted.Slowly, carefully, she slid her free hand toward the nightstand, fingers brushing against the phone she had hidden there two nights ago. Not her phone. His. She had lifted it while the First was distracted with rage and whiskey, tucked it away under the mattress when he wasn’t looking.Her pulse thudded as she eased it free. The First stirred, muttered something incoherent, his arm tightening around her fo
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