บททั้งหมดของ Unleashed Desires: Unlimited MxM Taboo Fantasies : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 139

Chapter 4The light in the sitting room fireplace had faded when Viktor finally rose, lifting Lucien against his chest. Elias followed without a word, one hand steady at the small of Lucien’s back. Viktor carried him to the wide stone windowsill where the heavy curtains hung in thick folds, the wood cool beneath Lucien’s bare skin. Outside the forest was still black but inside the only light came from the last of the candles flickering on the shelf.Viktor set Lucien down on the broad sill, facing the sealed curtains, and turned him so his chest pressed to the velvet. Lucien’s hands braced against the fabric while Viktor dropped to one knee behind him, spread him open with both thumbs and licked him madly. Lucien shuddered as Viktor’s tongue pushed inside, slow and very thorough, tasting everything they had left in him earlier, while Elias stepped in front of Lucien, lifted his chin, and kissed him deep and filthy. Their tongues slid together.When Viktor stood again he was fully hard

Chapter 2: SafehouseBy the time the sun was fully up, Luca had already ditched the truck.They switched vehicles twice, once in an airport lot, another behind an abandoned gas station, before he finally turned onto a narrow, overgrown road that looked like it led nowhere. Trees closed in on both sides. The further they drove, the more the world seemed to fall away.The safehouse wasn’t much to look at from the outside, a small, weathered cabin tucked deep in the woods, solar panels half hidden under moss, and a cellar door that blended into the ground. Luca killed the engine and sat still for a moment, scanning the tree line.“Stay behind me,” he said.Alex followed without argument. His body still ached in the best and worst ways from the motel, and the dried mess between his thighs was a constant reminder of how roughly Luca had claimed him only hours earlier.Inside, the cabin was sparse but clean. It had one main room, a small kitchen, a bathroom with a workable shower, a reinfor

Chapter 4: Claimed & Free They didn’t wait for morning. Two hours after Marco left, Luca and Alex were already on the road, the folded paper with the courier’s address sitting in the center console. The drive was tense and mostly silent. Luca’s hand stayed on Alex’s thigh possessively the entire time. The meeting point was an old shipping warehouse near the docks. Fog rolled in thick off the water. Luca parked two blocks away and turned to Alex in the dark. “You stay behind me. If I say run, you run. No arguing.” Alex met his eyes, steady. “And if I say we both run, you listen. Partner, remember?” Something softened in Luca’s hard expression. He leaned across the console and gave him a lingering firm kiss, lingering, full of every emotion running through their heart at the moment. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against Alex’s. “I hear you.” They moved through the fog like shadows. The courier was a nervous man in his forties who recognized Luca on sight and immediate

Chapter 2: The Squeaky Door Arthur called Leo the next morning before he loses his nerve. The storm had left the back porch in a sad, splintered heap, and the sound of dripping water from the damaged roof was already competing with the memory of the fixed faucet. When Leo’s warm voice came through the line, something in Arthur’s chest loosened. “Hartley’s. This is Leo.” “It’s Arthur. From The Gables. The porch… didn’t survive the storm.” There was a soft, understanding huff of laughter. “I had a feeling that old girl was living on borrowed time. I can be there in an hour.” Leo arrived in his faded blue truck, sleeves already rolled up, looking unfairly capable in a soft grey t-shirt and work jeans. He surveyed the damage with his hands on his hips, then turned to Arthur with that easy, crooked smile that made Arthur’s stomach flip. “Well,” Leo said, “she’s seen better days. But nothing we can’t bring back.” We? Arthur pretended the word didn’t settle warmly under his

Chapter 4: The Heart of the Home The power stayed out. Rain hit against the old windows non stop and the only light came from the candles Leo had found in the kitchen drawer. Soft gold flickered across the living room walls, turning the old house into something almost enchanted. They sat on a nest of blankets and throw pillows on the floor, close enough that their knees touched. Leo had retrieved a bottle of wine from his truck “Emergency supplies,” he’d claimed with a crooked smile, and they passed the single glass between them. Arthur’s lips were kiss swollen. Every time he glanced at Leo, heat curled low in his stomach. “I was afraid,” Arthur admitted quietly, staring into the candlelight. “Of the house. Of the silence. Of calling someone and then having to watch them leave again.” Leo’s hand found his, rough fingers gently interlocking. “I know. I saw it the first day, the way you looked at me like I might disappear if you blinked too hard.” He gave a small huff. “I’ve b