All Chapters of Shared Obsession: A Dark MMM Romance: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Kyle"Hayden?”I blinked at him in surprise, my hand still holding the edge of the door. “What… are you doing here? I thought you went to bed.”He swallowed, his eyes flicking past me into the room before stepping in without waiting for permission. “I figured that I would like to sleep with you. You don’t mind now, do you?”A shaky chuckle escaped me as I rubbed the back of my neck. “Not at all,” I muttered, trying to sound casual even though my chest felt tight. I shut the door, switched off the light, and climbed onto the bed.Hayden joined me moments later. The mattress dipped under his weight, the faint rustle of fabric brushing against the silence. We lay on opposite sides, the duvet draped over us, shadows pressing in from all around.“Kyle?” his voice broke the stillness.“Hmm?” I hummed, eyes closed as if that would calm me.“I thought you were asleep,” Hayden said softly.“Well, I’m trying to,” I answered, half-smiling into the darkness.The room fell silent again. Too silent

Hayden The room was hot, or maybe it was just us. My shirt was already hanging open, buttons undone from earlier, and with Kyle’s hands dragging restlessly across my chest, I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved the fabric off my shoulders, tugged it down my arms, and tossed it blindly aside.His eyes flickered over me, wide and dazed, and I smirked before leaning down to capture his lips again. Our bare skin met, chest to chest, slick with heat and sweat, and the contact sent sparks tearing down my spine.I kissed him hard, then softer, then trailed down—his jaw, his throat, the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. He gasped, arching into me, and I couldn’t resist nipping at his skin before soothing it with my tongue. His taste, his scent—it was making me drunk.“Hayden…” he breathed, voice breaking as his hips bucked up against mine. That sound alone made me grind harder into him, the friction scorching through our clothes. His whole body trembled under me, so responsive, so willi

KyleHayden was everywhere at once—his lips dragging down my neck, his tongue teasing over my collarbone, his teeth grazing the swell of my chest. My body was on fire, arching into every touch like I couldn’t help myself. His thrusts were steady, deep, maddeningly slow, and it felt like he was deliberately keeping me on the edge, refusing to give me the pace I was craving.“Hayden,” I breathed, my nails raking over his shoulders before sliding up to clutch at his neck. He groaned into my skin when I scratched, leaving marks down his throat, but instead of giving me what I wanted, he shifted lower, pulling my nipple into his mouth. The sharp tug made me whimper, my toes curling against the sheets, my thighs trembling where they framed his body.Every thrust rubbed me raw, filling me so good I could hardly think, but it wasn’t enough—it wasn’t fast enough. “Please,” I gasped, my voice breaking as my cock ground helplessly against the hard ridges of his abs. The friction had me twitching

MaddoxThe moment my fangs sank into his neck, the sound that tore from Kyle’s throat nearly undid me. His cry was sharp, trembling, and yet the taste of him—his blood, hot and sweet—hit my tongue like fire and honey. I growled low against his skin, pressing him tighter against me, my cock hard and straining against the thin fabric that separated me from his trembling body.I pulled back just enough to see the mark, proud and visible, bright red against the pale skin of his throat. Finally. No more hiding. This was mine—he was mine. My tongue darted out, slow and deliberate, licking at the fresh wound, savoring the copper taste as Kyle shuddered and whimpered beneath my hold. I licked again, slower this time, dragging my mouth over the punctures before sucking softly at the skin. His body arched into me, helpless, as if every nerve was surrendering to my claim.“You wear me now,” I whispered against his damp skin, voice rough with a hunger I couldn’t disguise. “No one will miss this.

MaddoxKyle’s body sagged against me, trembling and exhausted, his chest still fluttering with shallow breaths. His lashes were damp, his lips swollen from all the kissing, and his head rested limply against my shoulder. For a long moment, I just held him there, pressing soft kisses into his temple, letting him feel the weight of my arms keeping him safe.When I finally pulled back, I brushed his hair out of his face and whispered, “You did so well for me, sweetheart.” He didn’t answer, just let out a faint hum, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to smile but didn’t have the strength.I eased out of him slowly, catching his soft whimper, and kissed his cheek to soothe him. He was a mess—sweat-slicked, flushed, still shivering from being pushed so far. My chest tightened with something sharp and protective.Without another thought, I scooped him up from the counter, cradling him against my chest as though he weighed nothing. His arms weakly looped around my neck, his hea