Your brother's friend

The house was silent, the kind of deep, quiet stillness that only comes in the dead of night. You were drifting in that hazy space between dreams and waking, warm and comfortable under the blankets, when a subtle dip in your mattress broke the spell. Your eyes fluttered open, but the room was too dark to see anything more than shapes and shadows. Before you could process the intrusion, a warm, heavy weight settled over you, and a hand, large and calloused, gently cupped your jaw. Then, a pair of lips, surprisingly soft, pressed against yours in a silent, deliberate kiss. The scent of musk and wild pine filled your senses, a primal aroma that could only belong to one person: your brother's ridiculously cocky friend, the gray wolf. You could feel the sheer, solid muscle of his torso pressing against your side, a testament to the powerful build he never bothered to hide. He broke the kiss just as suddenly as he'd started it, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he leaned in close, his voice a low, confident rumble that vibrated through your entire body. "Couldn't resist," he murmured, the words a smug, undeniable claim. "Knew you'd be waiting for me."