LOGINMy mom leaves for the overnight retreat at 6 PM with a suitcase and a yoga mat. She's very happy because she believes that a weekend of guided meditation will bring her closer to inner peace, so I stand in the doorway waving goodbye while both Voss men stand behind me in the hallway.Knox is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and Dominic is beside him holding a cup of tea with his reading glasses on.The image of us in the doorway waving her off would look like a family portrait if the family weren’t planning to spend the next twelve hours doing things that would make a meditation retreat unnecessary, because the stress relief we’re about to generate doesn’t require a yoga mat.Her car turns the corner. The taillights disappear. And the apartment rearranges itself around her absence the way it always does.Knox moves first because he always moves first, and his hand closes on the back of my neck as he walks me backward down the hallway and into the master bedroom – the roo
The second time is slower and Dominic joins from behind. The fullness on the study couch is deeper than the counter because the angle is different, and the couch cushions are absorbing the force that the granite countertop reflected.The softness underneath me combined with the hardness inside me creates a contrast that my body interprets as the physical equivalent of being held while being taken apart.Knox’s pace escalates and Dominic matches him in the counter-rhythm they established in the kitchen – one forward while the other withdraws – and I’m gripping the couch cushions the way I’ve gripped this couch during every Dominic encounter, except that the gripping now includes Knox behind me.I cum with both of them inside me, and the orgasm rolls through me in a wave that I feel in the bond with Knox and in the heat of Dominic’s mouth against my shoulder. They follow in a sequence that I control by clenching – bearing down on Dominic first because the precision of his gasp is someth
Knox moves first as usual, but Dominic is only half a second behind him. Their near-simultaneity tells me that the negotiation functioned as foreplay for both of them the way it functioned as foreplay for me – the assertion of my agency converting into arousal through a mechanism that I suspect has something to do with wolves responding to strength.Essentially, the strength I just displayed was the first time either of them has encountered it from the woman they’ve been directing onto surfaces for months.Knox sits on the couch and pulls me into his lap. His mouth finds my neck as Dominic stands behind the couch and his hands slide down my shoulders. His fingers trace the line of my collarbone and I’m sandwiched between them again, except that this time the sandwiching was my instruction.“Skirt off,” Dominic says from behind me.“I give the instructions tonight,” I say, and the sentence makes Knox grin against my neck and Dominic’s fingers pause on my collarbone for a full second of
Knox Voss is standing in front of the study whiteboard – the whiteboard Dominic uses for lecture prep and that my mom once borrowed to plan the seating chart for a dinner party – drawing a literal DIAGRAM of territorial boundaries with a dry-erase marker while Dominic sits in his reading chair with his legs crossed and his glasses on.“Public spaces are mine,” Knox says, drawing a circle that I think is supposed to represent the campus. “The Grind House. The quad. The library. The bike. Anywhere with an audience.”“Your penmanship is atrocious,” Dominic says.“Private spaces – office, study, the house when June’s out – those are yours.” Knox draws a second circle that overlaps the first in a Venn diagram that makes my life look like a geometry problem and the overlapping section is labeled “BOTH” in handwriting that would make a kindergarten teacher intervene. “Shared nights require forty-eight hours’ notice. No unannounced entries when the other is–”“Don’t I get a say?”Both men stop
IVY’S POVKnox pushes inside me from behind at the same moment Dominic enters me from the front and the dual entry tears a sound out of me that fills the kitchen and probably reaches the neighbours.The fullness is beyond anything either of them has produced alone – the pressure of Knox behind me and Dominic in front of me creating a combined sensation that my body processes as a single overwhelming input rather than two separate ones.I can feel them through each other inside me, the thin wall separating them transmitting each man’s movement to the other so that when Knox drives forward Dominic feels it and when Dominic pushes deeper Knox adjusts.The awareness of each other through my body is turning the cooperation into a feedback loop where my nervous system is the conductor and their bodies are the instruments, and the music we’re producing is louder than anything the competition ever generated.I should be thinking about the fact that I am sitting on my mother’s kitchen counter
DOMINIC’S POVMy son stands in my study doorway smelling like three days of rut and the specific exhaustion of a wolf whose biology just ran his body like a stolen car.The circles under his eyes are dark enough that they look like bruises, and his hands are shaking with the residual tremor of a shift that sustained itself for forty-eight hours without permission.Every wolf has been there before.“She wants both of us.”The sentence arrives without any buildup. He delivers the information the way he delivers everything else, bluntly and at full volume, and the bluntness is the thing about him that I recognise as mine – even though he would rather swallow his own tongue than acknowledge the genetic resemblance.“I know,” I say, because I’ve known since the night she came to my study smelling like his leather and my cologne simultaneously and the blend of those two scents on her skin produced a chemical reaction in my wolf that my twenty years of suppression couldn’t override.“I hate
My jaw aches when I chew my toast and every time it does I feel a pulse between my legs that has no business existing before 8 AM, and I've been checking the clock since I woke up because he said "same time tomorrow" and that means tonight, which means I have approximately fourteen hours to figure
The belt slides free from the loops with a sound that cuts through the dark like a blade, and I should be reaching for my phone or screaming for my mom or doing literally any of the things a normal person would do when a man they met yesterday is standing at the foot of their bed at – I glance at t
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"Unghh—""Don't stop until I say so."His hand tightens in my hair and pushes me back down, and my knees ache against the cold tile floor and my jaw is sore and my eyes are watering and I am, without question, losing my entire mind because I am in the back row of a lecture hall with my stepbrother'







