I told myself years ago that no woman would get past my guard. Phoebe is a colleague, and she guards herself as carefully as I do. But she goes still when I give an order, and the wariness turns into something hotter. We work the case files alone in the evidence locker at night. I stopped pretending that is an accident.One command and she lets me secure her hands with the department restraints. Every night in that locker ends with me drawing the milk from her while she yields. She ...

Dalton has built his reputation on being quick and defiant, but nothing prepares him for the way Simon's massive body overpowers him during every training session. The barrel-chested prop's presence turns professional friction into raw, unspoken need, especially when those huge hands wrap around Dalton's hips and hold him in place far longer than any play requires.The equipment shed offers little cover once the others leave. Simon uses it anyway, and everything they have left unsai...

Lucas Remington runs the empty locker room the way he runs the team, and Finley Garrison has never once told him no. Every order carries more than it sounds like. It demands the yielding he has spent years denying.Lucas commands with the certainty of a captain who cannot afford to lose control, and Finley feels the pull to obey every order. He hesitates each time, caught between the fear of losing his place on the team and the darker need to give in.The rest of the players ...

I keep telling myself the collisions on the pitch are nothing more than strategy between teammates. Fergus has a way of locking his body against mine that makes my guarded heart race with the one thing I swore I would never admit needing from anyone.The shadowed equipment room is where he gets his hands on me and waits me out. The club would end us both if anyone found out, yet the certainty in his grip is exactly the control I have spent years pretending I did not crave from him. ...

Duncan Paxton clashes with Quentin Dalton over every detail of the alliance treaty, their verbal sparring laced with a tension the human warrior cannot shake. The elven ambassador's sharp tongue and lithe dominance expose the vulnerabilities Duncan has hidden behind his scars and defiance.In the shadowed map chambers of the Elven Court, every debate pulls them closer until the air between them burns with unspoken want. Quentin's dominance in debate tests Duncan's defiance, drawing ...

I back Desmond against the archive table at dusk. The fae prince takes the power back before I can hold it. Every meeting over the ritual ledgers ends the same way.The binding demands we each surrender control, two dominant men trading power for the throne and for the connection I have always dreaded losing. My scar aches for the trace of his fingertip, and the hunger between us burns hotter than the political threats closing in.Midsummer waits, and I cannot tell if complet...

I never meant to end up here, in this sealed alcove with Samuel Innes after signing the registry, our shoulders pressed close as we reviewed the final scrolls. His fingers trace the arc of my collarbone, lingering over the scars that mark every past betrayal.The royal bonding ritual demands I kneel and surrender control completely to him, and the thought sends heat through me even as I fight the urge to pull away. He has never found an equal before, and I have never been kept, yet ...

I have spent my whole career making sure no one gets close enough to see what I really need. Heath Vesper changed that the moment our hands collided on the ice during that penalty kill. Now every game feels like foreplay to something I cannot name.The debt our team carries has us working together in secret, every practice a test of who will give in first. I can feel the weight of the collar he keeps ready, the one that would mark me as his in the dim light of the equipment room whe...

In the rune-etched vaults beneath the Obsidian Spire, Uriah Valemont carries the jagged scar of exile on his wrist, a restless mark that demands he answer the demon general's summons. When Connor Jagger calls him down, the general's unyielding command promises the forbidden surrender that comes with a completed blood oath.Every summons ends in the narrow relic vault. There the oath's requirement to mix their blood and bodies pulses hotter with each meeting, and neither of them name...

I spent years making sure Harrison Delaney never got the better of me on the pitch. Now the transfer has dropped us into the same team, same dressing room, same long shadows under the floodlights, and the rivalry feels like it is about to swallow us whole.He is the only one who sees the terror I hide behind every tackle, the need to be kept that I will never voice. Every time our eyes meet in the corridors the old hatred turns into a pull I cannot fight, and the thought of him clai...

Knox and Tristan share one chain hotel room a night, and the single bed inside is a challenge the captain never meant to issue. Neither of them asks the team for a second room. Tristan takes every clipped command without a word of complaint, and the close quarters turn each one into something far more dangerous.Each night the road trip shrinks the distance between them until shoulders connect at the bus door. Tristan's brooding silence carries more weight than any word, chipping at...

I swore no binding would ever claim me, not after the court's last betrayal left me scarred and defiant, but allying with Thane was the only way to guard what remained of my freedom in the Mirror Court.His centuries alone have left him as hungry for connection as I am terrified of it. Every shared glance in the multiplying mirrors tightens the invisible runes between us. Each tightening is a bargain neither of us can win. The power struggle between us only feeds the hunger neither ...