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Rick’s hips moved like he was on a catwalk, each sway locked to the rhythm pulsing through the garage. Pre-workout burned down his throat—artificial, biting—heat already crawling across his skin as he slipped inside and eased the door shut, the click lost beneath the music.He nudged the speaker louder. Bass filled the room. His shoulders loosened as he mimicked the walk from the video, hands closing around the barbell, knurling biting into his palms. He racked the weight, dropped into the first squat, and felt the protest turn to warmth—bloo...
Vuk threaded his fingers through my hair after the last brush. I leaned into it—not a nuzzle, just enough that I hoped he would notice and linger. Wanting was allowed. Asking was not. He never did when he was about to hunt.The O-ring collar came next. He drew it from his pocket and fastened it around my neck with practiced precision. His fingers were cold as they slipped beneath the leather, checking the fit. He always made sure I could breathe. I watched his face till his fingers slipped out.Then he rose, leash in hand. “Come, Stefan.”I sto...
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