Best Friends Shouldn't Crave Your Moan
For over a decade, Zach Rivera has been my best friend, the man who always had my back and the only person I trusted completely.
Until the night he pinned me against the wall of his gym after hours and kissed me like he was starving.
I Noah Sinclair at 29, was a successful interior designer who creates beautiful spaces for other people but can barely handle the chaos in my own head, can’t stop replaying how Zach’s rough hands felt on my body.
Zach is dangerous, not just because he destroys men in the underground fighting cage, but because of the way he looks at me now, like he wants to own every moan that comes out of my mouth, every gasp and every inch of me.
He’s always been possessive, but now it’s getting out of hand. He wants to bend me over every surface, mark me, ruin me for anyone else. And the worst part? I’m starting to crave the pain and pleasure only he can give.
Our friendship is on the line, same as our carer, rumors are spreading through our tight-knit circle. His jealous ex is stirring up trouble, and every stolen touch makes it harder to pretend we’re just friends.
Best friends shouldn’t crave each other like this.
Best friends shouldn’t fuck like this.
But Zach doesn’t care about “shouldn’t.”
And neither do I anymore... at this point... f*ck it
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Chapter: Chapter 23: Family ConfrontationChapter 23: Family Confrontation The Rivera family home looked the same as it always had. Two story brick. Neatly kept front garden. The same heavy wooden door Zach had walked through a thousand times as a boy. Today it felt like walking into a trial. Zach had insisted on going alone. Noah had argued about it in the car the entire drive over, his voice tight, hands clenched in his lap, guilt written across every line of his face. Zach had kissed him once, hard, and told him to wait. “This is my family. I need to face them first. Stay in the car.” So Noah sat in the passenger seat of the black SUV parked two houses down, heart hammering, watching the front door close behind Zach. Inside, the air was already heavy. Elena Rivera stood in the center of the living room with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Silver streaked dark hair pulled back. Blue eyes... the same shade as her son’s was sharp with hurt and anger. Antonio Rivera remained silent near the fireplace, the sa
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
Chapter: Chapter 22: Damage ControlChapter 22: Damage Control Ryan arrived at Noah’s studio late in the morning with a laptop under one arm and a six-pack of energy drinks under the other. He looked like he hadn’t slept much either. “I pulled every version of those screenshots that are floating around,” he said, dropping the laptop onto the large drafting table and flipping it open. “The metadata looks clean if you only glance at it, but the timestamps don’t line up and the message bubbles were clearly built in an editor. They’re fake. Marcus got greedy and sloppy.” Zach leaned over his shoulder, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The cut on his knuckle from the near-fight earlier in the day had already started to scab. “Can we prove it in a way that actually matters? Or are we just going to look like we’re making excuses?” “Clean enough to plant real doubt with the people who control money,” Ryan replied, fingers already flying across the keyboard. “Sponsors. Promoters. The ones who decide whether doors
Last Updated: 2026-10-04
Chapter: Chapter 21: Public ExposureChapter 21: Public Exposure The rumor moved faster than the photo ever had. By the next morning, the private fighting forums were full of it. Screenshots of the fake messages Marcus had planted were being shared with captions that grew uglier by the hour. Some called Noah a parasite. Others called him a snake who had been feeding information to the other side. A few of the more vicious posts suggested Zach had been too blinded by sex to notice he was being played. Noah felt it first through his work. A client who had been enthusiastic the week before suddenly “needed more time to review the proposal.” Another asked, with careful politeness, whether the recent online speculation would affect Noah’s ability to deliver on time. A third simply stopped answering his emails. He sat in his studio, staring at the unanswered messages, the weight of the lie pressing down on his chest until it became hard to breathe. Zach felt it in the gym. The usual easy respect had shifted. Conversati
Last Updated: 2026-09-29
Chapter: Chapter 20: The First Real TestThe underground fight venue reeked of sweat, strong alcohol and dried blood. Noah had never been to one of Zach’s illegal matches before. The regular fights were brutal enough, but this place was a fucking nightmare. It was deep in the city’s industrial district, a dirty warehouse where the rules didn't exist and the medical staff didn't give a shit unless someone was dying on the floor. Zach had tried to stop him from coming. “You don’t need to see this dirty shit,” Zach had growled earlier that afternoon, cupping Noah’s face gently in the quiet of the penthouse. “It’s not a fucking sport down there. These bastards don't pull their punches.” Noah had grabbed Zach’s heavy wrists, looking straight into his eyes. “I’m coming. I’m not sitting at home like a terrified coward wondering if you’re breathing.” So now Noah stood in the crowd surrounded by hard, dangerous men and women. His heart was hammering against his ribs as Zach stepped into the makeshift ring under harsh, buzz
Last Updated: 2026-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 19: Lines BlurringChapter 19: Lines BlurringThe days that followed turned into a strange, secret double life for Noah. During the day, he buried himself in his design work. He met with clients, looked over stone and wood samples, and checked house plans. He smiled politely at everyone and pretended that his quiet, normal life wasn't crumbling around him. But as soon as night fell, he belonged completely to Zach. They tried to be careful, but the burning attraction between them was too strong to hide. Zach sent short hot texts at random times during the day, messages that made Noah’s pulse race while sitting in quiet client meetings: Zach: Thinking about the way you looked last night. Zach: Come over as soon as you are done. Zach: I miss the way you sound when I am inside you. Noah read them under his desk with his phone angled away from everyone, feeling a warm blush spread across his neck. As soon as his workday ended, he locked his office and rushed across the city to Zach’s penthouse, or m
Last Updated: 2026-09-10
Chapter: Chapter 18: Best Friend’s ReactionChapter 18: Best Friend’s Reaction Ryan didn’t text. He didn’t call. He simply showed up at the front door of Zach’s apartment the next afternoon with a pack of cold beer under one arm and a very serious look on his face. He looked like someone who had already made up his mind about how this talk was going to go. Zach opened the door, looked into his best friend’s face, and let out a long, heavy breath. “You know,” Zach said softly. Ryan walked right past him into the living room without saying a word. He set the beer down on the kitchen counter, opened one bottle, and took a long drink before finally turning around to face Zach. “I saw you,” Ryan said, his voice flat and serious. “In the dark alley. In your car. With Noah.” Zach didn’t try to lie or deny it. There was no point. He closed the front door, crossed his thick arms over his broad chest, and waited. Ryan stared at Zach for a long moment, his eyes wide with shock. Then he let out a short laugh and dragged his hand har
Last Updated: 2026-09-10
Unleashed Desires: Unlimited MxM Taboo Fantasies
In a world where power and pleasure collide, dominant men from every walk of life claim the men who crave their control. From the ruthless Alpha werewolf and his loyal Beta, to the strict college professor and his tempting student, the arrogant doctor with his curious patient, the prison warden who breaks every rule with his inmate and lot more... each forbidden pair fights against society, duty, and their own hearts while surrendering to raw, unrelenting passion.
But behind the scorching nights of knotting, breeding, domination, and ecstasy lies deeper struggle: secrets that could destroy careers, jealous rivals, dangerous family expectations, and the constant fear of being exposed. Every intense encounter brings them closer… or threatens to tear them apart forever.
This never-ending MXM saga blends filthy, kinky, no-limits s*x with real emotional stakes, slow-burn tension, and addictive plot twists. New arcs and professions added regularly.
Warning: Extremely explicit. For 18+ only.
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Chapter: Staycation Gone WrongChapter 2: Wrong Turn The highway stretched out under the night sky, broken only by the occasional sweep of headlights and the low hum of the engine. Inside the SUV the air had grown heavier, warmer, thick with the kind of silence that only exists between people who have spent years wanting each other and never quite crossing the line. Theo’s head was still resting against Alex’s shoulder. Every few minutes he shifted just enough for his lips to brush the side of Alex’s neck when he spoke. Marcus’s hand remained high on Alex’s thigh, thumb moving in slow, absent circles that were driving Alex quietly insane. No one mentioned it. No one moved away. “You know,” Theo murmured, voice low and lazy, “if we actually make it to this villa without one of us jumping the other, I’m going to be impressed. And slightly disappointed.” Marcus’s deep voice rumbled from the other side. “Keep talking like that and we won’t make it out of the car.” Alex exhaled through his nose. “Both of you.
Last Updated: 2026-10-13
Chapter: Staycation Gone WrongChapter 1: The DecisionAlexander Kane had not taken a real day off in three years, two months, and sixteen days.He knew the exact number because Theo had updated the little digital sticky note on the corner of his monitor every Monday morning like a silent accusation. The note currently read: "Days since last actual human rest: 1,142. Seeking help."Alex stared at it now from behind the wide glass desk of his penthouse office, sleeves rolled to the elbows, tie loosened just enough to prove he still possessed a circulatory system. The city glittered thirty seven floors below like it was laughing at him. Triple monitors glowed with spreadsheets, acquisition contracts, and seventy three unread emails marked urgent. His head throbbed in that familiar, permanent way with the kind of ache that lived behind the eyes and never fully left.Theo Lang stood on the other side of the desk with a tablet balanced against one hip, looking entirely too put-together for a man who had been working t
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: The ContractChapter 3 Asher’s apartment was smaller than I expected. He lived at the fourth floor, his place felt homely, books stacked on the windowsill, a worn leather armchair angled toward the city view, and the faint smell of coffee and clean laundry. He had no excessive furniture. Just a quiet space that belonged entirely to him. He opened the door in dark joggers and a soft gray T-shirt, barefoot, hair slightly damp like he’d showered recently. For a moment we just looked at each other across the threshold. “You came,” he said. “Yeh...you invited me.” He stepped aside and I walked in. The door clicked shut behind us with a soft finality that felt heavier than it should have. Neither of us spoke at first. Asher moved to the kitchen area and poured two glasses of water. He handed me one without asking. Our fingers brushed. The contact was brief, ordinary, and somehow more intimate than anything that had happened under rope. “I keep waiting for you to start structuring the eve
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: The ContractChapter 2 I didn’t sleep that night. Asher had left around two in the morning. I had called a car for him, walked him down to the private entrance, and watched the taillights disappear into the rain without touching him again. It should have been clean. The way these things were supposed to end. Instead I sat in the dark of the private room for a long time after, the scent of rope, skin and sweat still hanging in the air, and I realized my hands were not steady. That had never happened before. The next three days I told myself I would follow the structure. Give space. Wait for him to initiate contact if he wanted another scene. That was the agreement. That was safe. On the fourth day, Asher texted me one line: We should really talk. I stared at the message longer than I should have. We met in the same lounge where we had signed the contract. Daylight this time. No whiskey. No low lighting to soften anything. Asher was already there when I arrived, same black shirt, s
Last Updated: 2026-10-11
Chapter: The ContractChapter 1 I don’t usually meet them in person before the first scene. Contracts can be signed digitally. Limits can be discussed over encrypted messages. It’s cleaner that way. Less room for the human element to complicate things. But Asher Cole had refused the standard process. So I sat in the private lounge of a members-only club in the city, nursing a whiskey I hadn’t touched, and waited. He arrived exactly on time. Dark jeans. Black button-down with the sleeves rolled once. No jewelry. No visible nerves. He looked younger than twenty nine in the low light, but his eyes were older, steady, assessing, already taking my measure the way I was taking his. He didn’t smile when he sat down across from me. “Dominic Raines,” he gently said. “Asher.” I set the glass down. “You insisted on meeting first. Talk.” He leaned back in the chair, studying me with an openness that most people found uncomfortable. “I don’t scene with anyone I haven’t looked in the eye. And I don’t sign any
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
Chapter: Priest’s ConfessionAct of Contrition The confessional smelled like old wood, candle wax, and the faint bitterness of incense that never fully left the fabric of the curtains. Father Elias Quinn sat on his side of the screen with his hands clasped tightly together. Evening Mass had ended an hour ago so the church was empty. The only light came from the small electric bulb above. He had told himself he would not wait. But he waited anyway. The outer curtain rustled. A tall shadow moved into the penitent’s side of the booth. Leather creaked as the man sat. For a moment there was only the sound of quiet breathing on the other side of the carved lattice. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” The voice was low, rough, and familiar in a way that made Elias’s stomach tighten. The forty four years old widower... Marcus Hale. The man who had started coming to evening Mass three months ago and had somehow never stopped. He always sat in the back pew and always left before Elias could speak to him.
Last Updated: 2026-10-09
Chapter: Chapter 35: ForeverChapter 35: Forever Twenty years later, the cabin still stood. It was smaller than the houses in Seattle, tucked into a grove of pine trees by a frozen lake. The porch had been rebuilt twice, the roof had been replaced. But the bones were the same. Eli sat in his rocking chair, a blanket over his legs, watching the sun set over the water. His hair was white, his face was lined and his eyes were still sharp. Mack sat beside him, wrapped in a sweater, his hand resting on Eli's knee. His hair turned white too, his back ached most days. But he still walked to the lake every morning. "It's so cold today," Eli said exhaling slightly. "You say that every day." Mack responded "Because it is cold every day." Mack laughed. "You are still impossible.""And I know you still love it." "Yes but I love you more." The lake was frozen, the mountains were dusted with snow. The sky was soft pink and orange as the sun began to set. Sunny was long gone. They had buried her under the
Last Updated: 2026-07-20
Chapter: Chapter 34: The New SeasonChapter 34: The New Season A year passed so fast like a dream. The Stanley Cup victory was now a faded memory, replaced by the quiet rhythm of everyday life. Eli and Mack moved into a small house near the arena. It had a backyard, a porch, and enough space for a dog. They adopted a golden retriever puppy and named her Sunny. Daniel was in prison. The trial had been quick, his lawyers tried to argue that Eli had fabricated the evidence, but the recording and the bank records were too damning. He was sentenced to five years. Eli did not visit him and he did not plan to. Eli's parents visits Eli once a month. His mother brought food and his father brought loads of questions about hockey. They still did not fully understand the relationship between Eli and Mack, but they had stopped trying to, they just accepted it anyway... And that was enough. The new season started in October. Eli was back in net, sharper than ever. Mack on the other hand was on defense, steady and calm as alway
Last Updated: 2026-07-17
Chapter: Chapter 33: The Championship RunChapter 33: The Championship Run The Stanley Cup Finals arrived faster than anyone expected. Seattle had swept through the first two rounds. Edmonton in six and Vancouver in five. Now they faced Montreal, a historic franchise, a team with sixteen championships, a city that lived and breathed hockey. The media was everywhere. Every interview, every practice, every warmup was dissected. Reporters asked about the half-brother story, about the relationship and the pressure. Eli answered every question the same way. "We are focused on hockey." Mack also gave the same answer but they were lying. Hockey was not all... it was just what they needed to say at the moment.The first two games were in Montreal. The arena was crowded and loud. Eli stood in his crease, his body loose, his mind sharp. Mack was on the ice, blocking shots, clearing the crease, doing what he did best. Game One went to overtime. Seattle won on a breakaway goal from Louie. Game Two wasnt an easy one. Montrea
Last Updated: 2026-07-15
Chapter: Chapter 32: Redefining LoveChapter 32: Redefining LoveThe drive back to Seattle was a quiet one.Eli sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, the lights of the city blurring past while Mack's hand rested on his thigh, warm and steady. They had not spoken since they left his parents' house. There was too much to say, and none of it could be said in a car.Mack pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building and turned off the engine."Are you okay?" Mack asked."I am better than okay." Eli turned to look at him. "My father accepted us, even my mother hugged you. I never thought that would happen so easily."Mack smiled. "Neither did I."Eli leaned over and kissed him softly at first, then deeper."Come inside," Eli said. "I want us talk."The apartment was dark and quiet.Eli sat on the couch and Mack sat beside him, close enough to touch each other."I have been thinking," Eli said. "About us, about what we are."Mack's jaw tightened. "Eli.""Let me finish." Eli took his hand. "You are my broth
Last Updated: 2026-07-14
Chapter: Chapter 31: The ReunionChapter 31: The ReunionSunday dinner at Eli's parents' house was the most terrifying thing he had ever done in his life.Eli stood in front of the door, his hand raised to knock, his heart pounding. Mack stood beside him, his face pale, his jaw tight."We can still leave," Mack said lowly."We are not leaving.""Your father might hate me.""He already knows you from the press conference he watched, he called me himself.""Watching and meeting are two different things."Eli turned to look at him. "Mack. Whatever happens in there, we face it together."Mack took a breath. "Alright then."Eli knocked and his mother opened the door.She was small, with grey-streaked hair and Eli's eyes. She looked at Eli first, her face crumpling with emotion. Then she looked at Mack. Her eyes went wide."You must be Mack," she said."Yes, ma'am."She pulled him into a hug. Mack froze, his arms stiff at his sides."Thank you," she whispered. "For taking care of my son."Mack's face softened. "He takes ca
Last Updated: 2026-07-13
Chapter: Chapter 30: Eli's ChoiceChapter 30: Eli's ChoiceThe morning of the press conference, Eli woke before the sun.He lay in Mack's bed, staring at nothing in particular, his heart pounding heavily. The city was quiet outside and the media was already camped outside the building, but here, in this room, there was total silence.Mack stirred beside him. His arm tightened around Eli's waist."Are you awake?" Mack asked."Have been for hours, a little nervous." he said in a low voice."You dont have to be, we will eventually pull through," Mack said as he rolled over and kissed him softly at first, then deeper. Eli let himself sink into it, into the warmth of Mack's body, into the certainty of his love."When this is over," Mack said, "we are going to take a vacation to somewhere warm, somewhere no one knows us."Eli smiled. "I would like that.""Then it is a plan."---They dressed in silence.Eli wore his best suit and Mack wore a simple button-down. They did not need to impress anyone, they just needed to be hon
Last Updated: 2026-07-13
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