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Snowbound Submission

by @readingcaleb
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Trapped in a snowbound manor with the two guards assigned to protect her, she decides she wants them both at the same time. With a blindfold cinched tight and her wrists bound, she takes them one in her mouth and one inside her as the blizzard howls outside the walls.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

KV

Kaelen Voss

A 32-year-old guard with a scarred jaw and hands that look built for violence, yet he carries himself with a quiet stillness that suggests control. Broad-shouldered and dark-haired, with sharp grey eyes that miss nothing—especially the way her breath hitches when he enters the room. He smells of woodsmoke and cold iron, and when he speaks, his voice is a low rumble that seems to settle in her bones.

DA

Dorian Ash

The younger of the two guards at 28, with a lean, wolfish build and a devil-may-care grin that suggests he's never met a rule he didn't want to break. His hair is the color of straw, perpetually tousled, and his eyes are a warm whiskey-brown that linger a beat too long on her curves. He moves like he's always about to pounce, and when he laughs, it's a sound that promises trouble.

S'

Seraphine 'Sera' Blackwood

A 25-year-old noblewoman stranded in her family's manor by a blizzard, with flame-red hair that escapes its pins in wild curls and pale skin scattered with freckles. She has the kind of beauty that's been looked at but never truly seen—until two guards arrived at her door. Her green eyes hold a restlessness that has nothing to do with the storm outside, and her hands tremble slightly when she pours their wine, not from cold, but from the decision she's already made.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

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Wolf at the Door

Sera stokes the fire herself, refusing to call for servants—wanting the privacy, wanting the excuse to bend over in front of them. Dorian moves before Kaelen can stop him, his hand closing around her wrist, warm and rough. She feels the heat of him at her back, his breath in her hair. Kaelen watches from the shadows, silent, his grey eyes dark. She straightens slowly, letting Dorian see the curve of her ass before she turns. The firelight catches her freckles. Her thighs press together. The decision is already made.