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Vin expertly sprinkles some flour on the dough before smacking it with his hand and starting to roll. Moons above, why is cooking with Vin so erotic when it shouldn’t be?

“Sure,” he says, watching me over his work. His muscled arms expand and contract with each pass of the dough and my mouth waters. Not because of the food either. “Want to help me cut out mini circles so I can make individual apple cobblers?”

I nod and walk up to him, waiting for him to give me instructions. “I don’t have any mason jar lids here so I’ve been using a knife to cut them. It doesn’t have to be perfect,” he tells me. Once he gets the dough to the right thickness, we work on cutting out the dough circles. He reaches into a bottom cabinet, and I get a fine view of his taut ass when he bends over and whisks out a cupcake tin.

“Huh, that’s genius,” I say, watching him line the tin with the dough circles we made. “Now everyone can have their own serving and the crust will be perfect.”

Vin smirks and boops my nose playfully, getting flour on my face. I attempt to wipe it off, but I only make it worse with the white powder all over my own hands. I reach up and swipe my thumb across his cheek, giving him his own floury battle mark. He chuckles and our gazes lock. My body sings under his appraising and inquisitive gaze. My nipples tighten and his eyes dip to them.

I’m not sure who moves first, but it doesn’t matter. We collide in a bruising blend of fervor and passion, mini cobblers all but forgotten. My lips part and Vin’s tongue rushes inside. He wraps my legs around his waist and deposits me on the counter, his rock-hard steel brushing against my core. A puff of flour explodes around us as he sets me down, but neither of us pay it any mind, too lost in the throes of passion.

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Vinson

Kissing Sadie islike taking a breath of fresh air. One I find myself addicted to if I’m honest. An idea pops in my head and I pull back. She chases my lips and I chuckle, giving in to her demands. This time the kiss is slower, more exploratory, and damn, do I explore. Running my hands down her side, over the soft curves of her hips, then I draw her closer to me, pressing her body into mine. She lets out a moan and grinds her core against my dick. It's almost my undoing.

I pull back again and she looks at me in confusion. "Mind if I try something?" I ask, shooting her a mischievous look.

"Go for it," she responds, always down for anything. That’s something I appreciate about her. She’s so open-minded and always willing to try new things, which is so unexpected compared to the other Night Weavers. I’m glad she’s breaking the mold. Well, I guess she’s really a triad. A Triad raised as a human. What an interesting combo.

A part of me really wishes for her to have a wolf, but she hasn’t had any of the usual mated wolf urges and she can’t picture one in her mind like I can. It doesn’t matter though; I’ll love her all the same. Wolf or no wolf.

Sadie grinds against me again to hurry me along.Yes ma’am.Wrapping her around me securely and closing my eyes, I picture the clouds I took her to in the first dream of ours, weaving the threads in my mind until I feel the ground beneath my feet change. Sadie’s mouth pops open in shock.

"Vin, this is fucking beautiful. How are you doing this?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I wasn't even sure if my powers would work while I’m awake, but I had to at least give it a try. I love being in the kitchen, but I think the scenery is much prettier here. What about you?"

“Uh, yeah,” she says, wild excitement in her eyes. “Vin, you created this place within your mind. That's—that’s—” I brace myself and wait for her to say shifters aren’t supposed to have powers or something like that, but she doesn’t. “—fucking amazing, Vin. This is truly spectacular. We have to show the others some time.”

All I feel with her words is relief. This is something I’ve hidden from everyone my entire life, even my fellow shifters. No one except Sadie knows about my power, but I think it’s time to change that.

Dying brought out my confidence, and I refuse to be soft-spoken anymore. I’m going to fight for what I want, especially where Sadie is involved.

“We will,” I vow. I’m not sure how or when, but eventually, I’ll show them too. “Now, can I make love to you in the clouds, my Moon?”

“I thought you'd never ask,” she says and punctuates her point by grinding against my core once more, drawing a moan from my lips.

This woman makes me feral. I run my hands down her clothes, debating on how to take the damn things off her without taking her out of my arms. It feels amazing holding her like this, and I don’t want to let her go but fuck, I want her clothes to go away so I can feel her glorious, naked body against mine.

And that's when her clothes disappear. Poof, like they never existed.

She smirks. “Well, that’s a handy trick, huh?”

I laugh, admiring her peaked nipples and flushed skin. “Apparently, the environment isn't the only thing I can control with my dream power.”

As much as I don’t want to let her out of my arms, my need to feel her overcomes me, and I set her on her feet. Tracing up her bare sides, I cup her gorgeous breasts in my hands before tweaking those tight, pink nipples between my fingers since they’re practically begging for my attention. She lets out a gasp that shoots straight to my dick.

“If you can control this, why are you still clothed?” she asks cheekily before taking my lip between her teeth and biting softly, looking downright playful. Her eyes are brimming with desire, and I groan, picturing myself naked so my clothes will disappear too.

"Much better," she responds, reaching between us to palm my cock without warning and making it twitch in her hand. Fuck. She rubs her thumb through the bit of precum leaking out, using it as lube as she strokes me. But I need more. I reach down and tighten her grip, showing her exactly how I like it.

"Like that?" she asks, massaging me harder like I showed her. She looks absolutely radiant like this, skin flushed, pupils dilated because of the pleasure coursing through her.

“Yes, Luna,” I groan. “Just like that.” Not to be outdone, I swipe a finger through her sweet heat because I can’t hold back any longer, finding her absolutely soaking for me already. My dick pulses in her hand. "Someone is excited, huh?"

"Less talky, more strokey," she responds, hips undulating as she seeks her pleasure from my hand.

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