เข้าสู่ระบบTitle: His Forbidden ProfessorChapter 1Theo Brooks had been told Professor Hale was brilliant.No one mentioned he would look at him like he was already deciding how hard to make him beg.The English department was nearly empty at 8:40 p.m. Most of the offices were dark. Only one door at the end of the hall still spilled warm light onto the carpet. Theo adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, knocked once, and waited.“Come in.”Professor Dominic Hale sat behind a wide oak desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark hair slightly disordered like he had been running his hands through it. He was older than most of the faculty Theo had dealt with—early forties, broad-shouldered, with the kind of quiet authority that made the air in a room feel heavier. A pair of black-framed glasses sat on the desk beside an open manuscript. His eyes, a sharp grey, lifted and settled on Theo with immediate, unhurried assessment.“You’re late.”Theo closed the door behind him. “The library printer jammed.
His Best Friend’s BrotherChapter 3Alex woke to the wet heat of a mouth sliding down his cock.For a disoriented second the dark sheets and the solid weight pinning his hips felt unfamiliar. Then the scent of Roman’s skin and the slow, devastating suction brought everything back. Morning light filtered through the half-closed blinds. Roman was under the covers, between his legs, taking him deep with unhurried precision.Alex’s back arched. A broken sound left his throat.Roman pulled off just long enough to speak, voice rough with sleep.“Morning.”Then he swallowed him again.Alex came embarrassingly fast, spilling down Roman’s throat while the older man’s hands held his hips firmly against the mattress. Roman took every drop, humming low like he was tasting something he had every right to, only releasing him when Alex was soft and trembling.He crawled up Alex’s body and kissed him—deep, claiming, sharing the bitter taste of his own release. When he pulled back, his eyes were alrea
His Best Friend’s BrotherChapter 2Alex lay back against the dark sheets, legs open, pulse hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The air in the bedroom still carried the clean scent of chlorine from the pool and the warmer, darker smell of Roman’s skin. His own cock lay hard against his stomach, flushed and leaking, the head shiny under the low light.Roman stood at the foot of the bed for a long moment, just looking. His cock was still half-hard, glistening from Alex’s mouth. He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out a bottle of lube, and tossed it onto the mattress beside Alex’s hip.“Keep your hands on the sheets,” Roman said. His voice was calm, almost quiet. “If you touch yourself before I say you can, I’ll stop. Clear?”Alex nodded, mouth still wet, lips still swollen. “Clear.”Roman climbed onto the bed, settling between Alex’s spread thighs. The mattress dipped under his weight. He pushed Alex’s knees higher, opening him further, and squeezed a slow stream
Title: His Best Friend’s BrotherChapter 1Alex had been warned that Roman Kane was intense.No one mentioned he would look at him like he already knew how Alex sounded when he came.The house sat at the end of a long gravel drive, all dark wood and glass, the kind of place that felt expensive even from the outside. Alex’s best friend, Tyler, had already left for a three-week internship abroad. The plan had been simple: Alex would house-sit, keep the place from looking abandoned, and enjoy a quiet summer before grad school started. Tyler had laughed when he handed over the key.“My brother’s staying there too while he finishes some work thing. Don’t let him scare you. He just looks like he could kill someone with his bare hands.”Roman Kane opened the door before Alex could knock.He was taller than Tyler by several inches, broader through the shoulders, with the kind of solid muscle that came from serious training rather than a gym membership. Dark hair pushed back from a sharp face.
Claimed by the Team Captain Chapter 3 Noah barely made it through the next practice without falling apart. Every sprint reminded him of the thick stretch of Jax’s cock the day before. Every time he dropped into a stance, the residual ache flared deep inside him. Jax never looked at him longer than necessary on the field, but Noah felt the weight of that attention like a hand on the back of his neck. By the time the final whistle blew, his compression shorts were soaked and his cock was painfully hard. The rest of the team left in noisy clusters. Noah stayed, heart hammering, already knowing what was coming. Jax didn’t take him in the locker room this time. He waited until Noah had stripped down to his shorts, then jerked his chin toward the back hallway that led to the private weight room. “Move.” The weight room was empty, lit only by the late-afternoon sun slanting through high windows. Rubber mats, racks of free weights, the faint metallic smell of iron and sweat. Jax locked
Claimed by the Team CaptainChapter 2The next day’s practice was brutal.Jax ran Noah harder than anyone else on the field. Extra sprints after every dropped ball. Corrective drills that left Noah’s lungs burning and his legs shaking. Every time Noah looked up, Jax was already watching him—dark eyes unreadable under the afternoon sun, whistle clenched between his teeth, voice sharp when he barked the next order.Noah’s body remembered the night before in every ache. His jaw still felt slightly tender. Every time he swallowed, he tasted the memory of Jax’s cock. The compression shorts under his practice pants were already damp by the time the final whistle blew.Most of the team filtered out in loud groups, laughing, tossing towels, talking about weekend plans. Noah stayed. He didn’t need to be told.The locker room emptied slowly. Steam from the showers drifted in thick clouds. The air smelled of sweat, soap, and the sharp chemical tang of athletic spray. Noah sat on the same bench a
Chapter 1: Caught in the ActThe bass from Jordan’s speakers thumped through the walls as I slipped out of his room, heart hammering like a damn traitor. The party downstairs was still raging—cheap beer, shitty EDM, and too many people crammed into his parents’ living room. But I wasn’t going back
Chapter 4: Shadows and Surrender The crack outside the cabin window jolted me awake before dawn, my body still sore and marked from Damien’s relentless claiming the night before. I lay tangled in the heavy blankets, his arm draped possessively over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. For a
Chapter 3: Cabin Fever The family cabin loomed ahead like a trap wrapped in pine trees and fresh snow. Mom and Dad had insisted on the weekend getaway to bond us all together, but they bailed at the last minute with some excuse about a work emergency back in the city. Convenient. Or maybe suspicio
Chapter 2: Bound by the Secret The flash from Damien’s phone burned behind my eyelids long after he lowered the device. My knees still ached against the basement carpet, my lips felt swollen and raw, and the taste of him lingered on my tongue like a brand I could not wash away. I stared up at him,







