Mag-log inThe 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
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
The final task of the day was the public park tease. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and purple, we went to a quiet, secluded park. He sat on a bench, and I had to sit on his lap, the remote vibe buzzing inside me at a low, insistent level. People were walking by, joggi
The blinds were the problem. Or rather, my inability to keep them shut was the problem. It was a stupid, reckless habit, a subconscious cry for attention from a boy who had spent his entire life being invisible. My apartment faced the house next door, a sleek, modern structure of dark wood and glass
“I’m fine,” I lied, my voice brittle.“No, you’re not,” he said, his voice quiet. “You’re ashamed. And you’re angry.”“You’re damn right I’m angry!” I shot back, the fury I thought had been spent returning with a vengeance. “You forced me! You took away my choice, you—”“Did I?” he interrupted, his
Time seemed to lose all meaning. I drifted in a hazy, blissful fog, anchored by the heavy weight of Marcus’s body on mine and the thick, possessive presence of his knot still locked deep inside me. The fever of my heat had broken, not with a bang, but with a slow, melting wave of satiation. The desp







