My Room Mate from the Pack

The words landed low in my chest, unknotting something inside me. Just like that, the static I carried-the constant hum in my bones-smoothed out. Before I could talk myself out of it, I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing the soft line of her jaw. She leaned in, eyes steady on mine. The first brush…

She had one arm splayed across my chest, her cheek pressed into the dip between my collarbone and shoulder. The scent of her still lingered on my fingertips. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to think. For once, I wasn’t performing or planning my next move. I just existed. With her. It was…

“Just like that,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers. “You take me so well, baby. Made for this cock. Made for me.” Her mouth parted, and she panted my name breathlessly. I kissed her hard, swallowing every moan until I had to hear them again. I pulled back, thrusting slow but deep, grinding against…

Capture your union at the city’s most iconic threshold. Roman grinned as he unlocked the car. “Golden Gate Bridge. Lucien’s really pulling out all the stops. Maybe there’ll be fireworks at the finish line.” I kicked off my boots as soon as I was in the passenger seat, propping my bare feet on the dashboard.…

The applause from the others, Lucien’s dramatic commentary, the sparkle of magic in the air… it all faded until it was just Roman and me. The only thing that felt real in a night full of make-believe. When I finally stepped back, Roman’s eyes were on mine, and there was something there… something I wasn’t…

And it had felt good. No…it had felt right. And somewhere deep inside, the part of me that always worried I wasn’t fierce enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t enough at all? She was finally quiet. The laundry basket dug into my hip as I descended the basement stairs after my kickboxing class, but my thoughts…

“If there’s wolf hair in the tub again,” I muttered, peeling off my tank top, “I’m filing for emotional damages.” The universe, shockingly, was merciful tonight. The tub was clean. Sparkling, even. Not a single stray hair in sight. Bless him. I turned the water on and stepped under the spray, hissing a little as…

I fumbled for my phone, trying to angle the camera in the tight space, and Roman laughed quietly, his breath stirring the loose strands of my hair. His lips brushed the top of my head. “Hold still,” I muttered, trying to find the right angle. “You’re the one who’s moving,” he teased, but he stayed…

That was all it took. We moved at the same time, crashing together, mouths hungry and clumsy and perfect. It wasn’t smooth. Wasn’t choreographed. But it was desperate, and God, it was real. He kissed me like he’d been starving for it, like he couldn’t believe I was finally letting him have me. My fingers…

I closed my eyes and let the sound of his heartbeat guide me under. I didn’t feel alone. I felt safe and wanted. As sleep finally took me, I let myself wonder if maybe I’d always belonged right here. Wrapped in warmth. Curled against chaos. Falling quietly into something I couldn’t take back. Roman The…