LOGINt wasn't a person. It was a bear.They had seen tracks before, but they had never seen the animal itself.They were returning from a hunt one afternoon, carrying a rabbit they had snared. Aiden stopped suddenly. He put his hand on Julian’s chest, signaling him to freeze."Look," Aiden whispered.Abo
Three days later, the storm hit. It was a blizzard of epic proportions. The wind howled like a dying animal, rattling the window shutters. The temperature plummeted.They piled every blanket and fur they owned onto the bed. They huddled together for warmth, skin to skin.Julian woke up shivering. Th
The first week in the cabin was a blur of adjustment. There was no hum of electricity, no distant traffic, no ticking clocks. There was only the wind, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of their own breathing.They fell into a routine that was primitive and domestic. Aiden chopped wood. Julian c
Julian cried out, his head falling back. It burned. It had been days. He was tight.Aiden didn't stop. He thrust all the way in, burying himself to the hilt."Fuck!" Julian screamed. "Yes!"Aiden grabbed Julian’s hips. He fucked him hard and fast. The car rocked under their movements. The metal crea
Aiden sat in the back of a van parked three blocks from the precinct. He was shirtless, his shoulder bandaged, sweat gleaming on his chest. The van was filled with monitors.On the main screen, he watched Julian in the interrogation room. He watched every subtle shift of Julian’s body language. He s
Across from him sat DeteRtive Miller. A man with a tired face and a mustache that had seen better decades."You're saying he forced you," Miller said for the third time. He tapped his pen on the file. "He kidnapped you from your office? Held you for weeks?""Yes," Julian said. He kept his voice soft
"Stand still. The line is ruined." The voice was a low, precise Italian accent, sharp as a needle. Nico froze, his arms outstretched. He was standing on a small wooden platform in the opulent back room of Valentino's Bespoke Tailoring. The room smelled of cedar, hot steam, and expensive wool. Mr. V
"The fever broke." The voice was a low rasp, like stones grinding together. Elias's eyes fluttered open. He was lying on a hard bed under a rough wool blanket. The room was small, made of stone, and smelled of salt, old wood, and kerosene. A single, thick candle cast dancing shadows on the curved w
After a few minutes, Marcus pulled out. "On the couch. On your hands and knees." Alex scrambled to obey. He climbed onto the cool leather couch, positioning himself on all fours, his ass facing Marcus. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Marcus came up behind him. He ran a hand over Alex's ass, his
The elevator doors slid open at eight o'clock exactly. Alex stepped out into the hushed, dimly lit corridor leading to Marcus Hale's office. He wore a simple tracksuit, the soft fabric feeling flimsy and revealing. He had followed the order. Underneath, he wore nothing at all. The door to the offic







