Page 56 of Happily Ever After… Again and Again

Thisis power.

“You want more?” Rowan says, voice dripping with smugness. “Maybe next time—if you’re nice to me.”

He could tease him more, make him beg in retaliation for taking Finn’s phone back. But all he wants is to see Grayson come undone—hear hisname shouted from that perfect mouth.

So he goes hard.

One long, punishing suck, followed by three fast downward thrusts of his head, rewards him with a scrape of his human teeth along the pulsing vein along its underside—and Grayson breaks. Hips bucking, thighs trembling, a hand pulling Rowan’s head down, he shouts “Ro!” coming hot and thick down Rowan’s throat.

He swallows all of it, one hand holding Grayson down by the hip while the other milks his shaft with relentless pressure. He doesn’t stop when it’s over. He sucks until Grayson’s panting turns to gasping, until the overstimulation hits and his whole body twitches like an electric live wire.

Only then does he pull back, licking his lips, eyes gleaming.

“You feel better?” he asks, voice wrecked and smug.What?He has every right. Grayson looks incredible—chest slick with sweat, tendrils of black hair clinging to his neck and forehead—but his scent is more basil-vanilla than patchouli, his magic calm.

Grayson laughs breathlessly, collapsing back. “You’re a fucking menace.”

Rowan grins. “Damn right.”

Sitting back on his heels, Rowan pulls off his now come-stained t-shirt, throwing it into the wash pile. He relishes Grayson’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down and his cock twitching against his thigh in admiration.

And then, before Grayson can blink, Rowan’s got him flipped over onto his stomach. Sweatpants tugged down to his knees, hips braced firm in Rowan’s hands.

“Fuck you, Rowan,” he moans, but when Rowan pulls his cock down between his legs, it’s already hard again. He gives his ass a shake to get Rowan moving, but he’s going to take his time.

He leans over Grayson’s back, lips brushing the shell of his ear, and says, low, dangerous, and dark:

“Say no, now—and mean it.”

Grayson moans, pushes his hips back again, and it’s all the answer he needs.

VIII

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

This takes place right after the pack gets home from Florida after Eternal Light, right before Valentine’s Day. This whole thing was a blast to write, and as usual, Rowan Foster decided how this was going to go, no matter how I tried to say otherwise.

Poor guy.

Content Warnings

Exhibitionism

Voyeurism

Sex Club

Questionable Lube

BDSM

Medical Personnel

Temporary Accidental Bodily Harm

No, Rowan

There’s a virtually brand new saying in the Rhodes pack house. Everyone’s picked it up. Using it willy-nilly without regard for its true impact. And frankly, Rowan is tired of it. It’s not anything the internet or TikTok has spun, like some of the stuff Jay brings home from their creative team at Phoenix Records. It’s really simple and powerful. Something even Rowan can’t ignore. But does he like to hear it? Of course not.