All Chapters of Shared Desires: Chapter 121 - Chapter 128

The house is silent, but it’s not an empty silence; it’s the kind that pulses, that hums with invisible tension, as if every wall knows exactly what’s about to happen. I walk barefoot down the hallway, feeling the faint chill of the wood contrasting with the heat rising from my stomach—that heat that hasn’t faded in days and flares every time Demon and John are near, even when they don’t touch me. I don’t need to see them to know they’re waiting for me in the living room, their bodies already holding that alert stance that mixes desire with challenge, and that the moment I cross that doorway, the air will grow denser, slower, like honey spilling over everything.They look at me at the same time, and there’s something almost dangerous in that coincidence—Demon, with that way of holding my gaze as if he could read my darkest thoughts, and John, studying me as if calculating every second before he moves. There are no words—not yet—because we all know we don’t need them, that anything we

Morning arrives heavy, wrapped in that dense air left behind by a storm, as if the whole world were still damp on the inside—and so am I. The living room smells of freshly brewed coffee, but also of something else, that mix of skin and heat that has seeped into the cushions and into my clothes from last night. I walk barefoot, dragging my fingers along the edge of the table while Demon and John are already there, one at each end, as if they’d positioned themselves strategically to force me to choose where to start.“You’re coming with me first,” Demon says, and though he says it with a studied calm, the way his eyes travel from my ankles to my neck leaves no doubt it’s not a suggestion.John leans back in his chair, resting an arm over the backrest with a tilted smile that seems to say he’s ready to challenge every inch of that claim.“That’s only because you think you can always be first,” he replies, his voice carrying that soft edge of mockery that always sparks the fire. “But you

Dawn arrives without a sound, slipping gently through the half-drawn curtain, letting a thread of golden light spill across the bed as if it wanted to caress us too. I’ve been awake for a few minutes, though I haven’t moved; I don’t want to break this moment that feels suspended in a place where time doesn’t exist. We’re naked, tangled together in a way that makes it impossible to tell where one body ends and the next begins, and the shared warmth is so dense it wraps around me like a second skin.I feel Demon’s slow breathing against my back, his chest pressed to me, his arm heavy around my waist, his hand resting just below my navel, fingers slightly curled as if he doesn’t want to lose contact even in his sleep. In front of me is John, his eyes still closed, but his hand on my thigh tells me he’s not entirely asleep, that he’s in that half-awake space where touch matters more than words.I say nothing, because there’s no need. I listen to them breathe—two different rhythms that, af

The first light of day filters through the window, not as a harsh ray that wounds the dimness, but as a golden veil that caresses the shadows, and I wake slowly, feeling—before opening my eyes—the warm weight of their bodies next to mine. Demon is behind me, his solid chest pressed to my back, his breath deep and steady against my neck, and John is in front of me, so close I can count the eyelashes resting on his skin, so close that every exhale brushes my lips like a silent whisper.There’s no rush. Nothing to wait for and no one to please beyond this small world of the three of us, enclosed in the warm intimacy of rumpled sheets and the shared scent lingering in the air, a blend of night and skin. I move just slightly, with the slowness of someone afraid to break a spell, and Demon responds instinctively, tightening his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, as if even asleep he knows he doesn’t want to let me go.John opens his eyes slowly, and his gaze meets mine—the same