ログイン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
Julian’s eyes snapped open. The sound cut through the post-coital haze like a knife. It wasn't a dream. It was a siren. And it was close.He sat up, wincing at the pain in his arm. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He rolled out of bed and ran to the window. He peeled back the curtain just an inch.
The infection set in that night.They were driving through the mountains, aiming for the coast, trying to put as much distance between them and the ghost town as possible. The road wound treacherously along the cliffs, the drop-off falling away into darkness.Julian started shivering. He pulled his
He fired a shot. The bullet splintered the wood of the pillar near Aiden’s head.Julian covered his ears. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back. He nodded. A silent signal.Aiden spun out from behind the pillar and fired two shots. Bang. Bang.One of the men in the back went down, clutching his leg.
The screen glowed in the dark room, illuminating the stark terror on Julian’s face. The text was short. Simple. Devastating.I see you.Julian sat up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Aiden."Aiden was already moving. He sensed the shift in Julian’s body instantly. He sat u
I let out a strangled cry, my back arching as I took the full length of him. He was so big, so unforgivingly solid, that my vision blurred for a second. He stayed there, buried deep inside me, letting me adjust to the invasion."My god," he breathed into my ear, his chest heaving against my back. "Y
My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian.I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymou
He stepped back, breaking all contact.The sudden absence of his body heat was a shock, a cold void that left me feeling empty and exposed. I sagged against the wall, my legs trembling so badly I was surprised they could still hold me up. My lips were swollen and bruised, my neck was stinging, and m
Two days. Two days of absolute, fucking silence.On the third night, my phone buzzed. It was him. An unknown number, but I knew. My whole body responded, a jolt of pure, undiluted lust shooting through me, making my cock instantly hard, a desperate, needy ache against my thigh.The message was short







