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  1. Public Bookmark 87

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    He wants to tell Rozanov to get overhimself, shut up and fuck off. In that order. What he does say is, “I—I want to, uh…to try something.”

    “Tell me,” Rozanov says, drawing back a little. His hands are back on Shane’s body and he slips his fingers under the hem of his shirt to draw his fingertips over Shane’s abs.

    Shane takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “I want to suck you off upside down.”

    Shane braces his palms on the counter top of the kitchen island Rozanov has trapped him against and hoists himself up, then spins and lies down on his back, shuffling a little until he feels the edge of the counter hit the back of his neck. He looks up at Rozanov towering over him like this, and the zing of arousal that zips through him is so strong it makes his skin tingle and heat pour through his veins, pooling between his legs.

    OR; Shane sees porn that he wants to try with Rozanov.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    “No, no. Answer. Tell me. How’s it feel to be a fucking winner, and then to bend over and take my cock? You feel like a winner, Hollander? Do you feel like a winner now?” Ilya hisses. He’s being cruel. There is no choice, he just is, no matter how much he hates it. It doesn’t help anything. He can’t stop it.

    “Yes,” Shane hisses. “Fuck, yes. I’m a fucking winner,” he gasps.

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    Ilya takes Sasha up on his offer to do cocaine during the 2014 Sochi Olympics, and then he fucks Shane instead of dealing with his feelings.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    Nobody moves for a moment as Shane stares the woman down, and he’s seconds away from sawing the damn thing off himself, when the woman nods to the men surrounding the hybrid. And then there’s a flurry of movement, a clicking sound and then the men stand back to reveal Ilya in his bare faced glory, unobstructed by the muzzle.

    Shane takes him in, inhaling softly at the sharp cheekbones, the moles dusted over his face, the pillowy lips that are set in a firm, displeased line. Shane wonders how big his fangs are. If he was a fighter, they must have been sharpened regularly.

    Shane doesn’t want to think about the damage this wall of a hybrid had inflicted on others, the damage he could inflict on Shane. The hybrid stares at him, expression hard to determine but the intensity of it has Shane holding back a shiver. He’s staring at Shane like he can see every thought inside of him, calculating. As if they were on opposing sides of a ring, ready for the bell to chime and for Ilya to go in for the kill.

    Shane gets roped into fostering a troublesome hybrid with a bad track record. Except what begins as a cordial arrangement turns into something much more complicated.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    Ilya’s fingers trace a feather-light path across Shane’s collarbone.

    “Or maybe,” Ilya says slowly. “You are jealous of her.”

    Shane twists, a token kind of struggle; Ilya hardly budges.

    “No,” Shane says.

    Ilya makes a thoughtful sound.

    “Are you sure? Marly is big, strong hockey player who played in Boston. Just your type.”

    “Fuck off,” Shane says, but it’s no good when his traitorous dick is obviously hard, positioned just where Ilya’s hips are resting on Shane’s own. Ilya grinds down, just a little, and Shane’s breath catches. Almost without thinking, he’s straining upwards, trying to get Ilya to kiss him. When their mouths are nearly close enough to touch, Ilya says —

    “You want me to tell you about it?”

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    5 times Ilya suggests someone for a fantasy threesome while they're fucking, and 1 time Shane does.

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    02 Jul 2026

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    Now that they're settling down, Shane and Ilya know they should really be more responsible about the kink they both enjoy. So they set up a safeword.

    Shane really doesn't like having one.

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    26 Jun 2026