LOGINThe 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 hot water was a benediction, a torrent of bliss that soothed my screaming muscles and washed away the grime of the field. I stood under the spray for a long time, my head bowed, my mind racing. Special training. Break me down and build me back up. The words echoed in my head, a dark, thrilling p
We stayed like that for a long moment, a tangled, sweaty heap under the hot spray. His body was a heavy, comforting weight on my back, his cock still inside me, a possessive reminder of what he had just done. I could feel his heart beating against my shoulder blades, a frantic, slowing rhythm that m
“Marcus! Oh, gods, Marcus, please!” I chanted his name like a prayer, a curse. I was so close, so close to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.He pulled back suddenly, and I cried out at the loss, a desperate, needy sound. “Not yet,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own arou
He followed me back to the showers, his presence a silent, commanding force at my back. The main shower area was a large, tiled room with multiple showerheads along the walls. He turned one on, the water blasting against the tiles with a deafening roar. Steam instantly began to fill the room, thick







