CHAPTER 106: CHAPTER 106 TOUCH OF PASSION

All four eyes were on the moon, praying to their creator and the infamous Moon Goddess for happiness—something none of them had ever truly known in their lives.

"Alexander... Xylander, how did you both meet?" Daniel asked, his gaze still fixed on the sky. The two men didn’t answer right away; instead, they exchanged a look.

A look that said everything. Both were torn—should they tell Daniel the truth? Because right now, he didn’t know the real reason behind his meeting with Xylander or how it had all been carefully orchestrated from the start. Revealing the truth now could risk losing Daniel forever.

"Why the silence? You both should talk. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like you did something evil to me," Daniel joked, though his tone carried a thread of curiosity. Xylander gulped.

Was this how he was going to lose Daniel? Alexander caught his eye and gave him a wink—a silent warning not to reveal the dark past. The message was clear: if Daniel learned the truth, he might truly walk away sooner than expected.

"It’s nothing grand, actually," Xylander finally began. "My father and I found Alexander crying in a corner. His parents had been mercilessly killed... by Adrian’s organization."

Daniel’s head snapped toward him, disbelief flaring in his eyes. Adrian killed Alex’s parents? That was pure evil. Why do such a thing?

"He was young then. I can’t recall the year," Xylander continued. "But my father took him in like his own son. From there, we grew up together—sharing everything, whether food, money, or even... sex. We did it all together, that’s the kind of bond we had."

Daniel listened but couldn’t shake off how vague the story sounded. So Alex and Xylander met as kids, fine—but how did Alexander end up in the Raven headquarters? And Adrian killing his parents out of nowhere didn’t fit. Daniel knew Adrian well enough; the man only killed when provoked—disobedience, insult, or betrayal. Random slaughter didn’t make sense. Something deeper was buried beneath that tale.

"That’s not the story I expected," Daniel murmured, narrowing his eyes. "You’re hiding too much. Makes me feel like a fool for sharing mine."

Draven, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly clapped his hands to end the rising tension.

"We came here for bonding, right? Not to dig into tragedies," he said evenly. "Daniel, your story’s heavy enough. Let’s not ruin the mood with more heartbreak. Leave the rest for another day."

Daniel sighed and nodded—an uncharacteristic act of submission.

The air grew quiet. They’d almost forgotten the game they were playing earlier—Find Daniel, and he’s yours.

Draven, breaking the calm again, decided to ask what had been clawing at his mind. It was risky, but he wanted to know Daniel’s heart.

"Dan," he began softly, "what are your plans for the three of us?"

The question made Daniel’s brow crease. His plans for them? He thought that much was already obvious.

Xylander straightened up, tension building in his chest. What if Daniel chose Draven in the end? After all, Draven was the father of his child.

Alexander seemed calm, lying back on the blanket, but his heart refused to settle. It pounded wildly, his breath unsteady. If Daniel didn’t choose him, he didn’t know what he’d do—it would be the end for him.

Daniel ran a hand along his chin, processing everything. His sharp gaze flicked between them, and the weight of it made their nerves tighten.

"Do I really have to choose?" Daniel finally asked, voice steady yet teasing. "Why can’t I stay with all three of you? After everything we’ve been through, no one has the right to dictate how I live or who I love. If my choice is to stay with three men... then so be it."

It was as if a wave of relief swept over them. The men practically leapt with joy, unable to contain it.

Xylander couldn’t believe it—he’d been terrified for nothing. Daniel had chosen them.

"You all owe me the best kiss of your lives," Daniel said with a mischievous smile. "And I want it wild and untamed."

Alexander didn’t even wait for him to finish. He seized Daniel’s lips with fierce hunger, claiming them completely. The kiss was deep, unrestrained—an intoxicating clash of breath and want. Their tongues tangled, their rhythm wild, their hearts burning.

But Draven wasn’t about to stay back. He moved lower, capturing Daniel’s bottom lip, sucking softly as Alexander devoured the upper one. The rhythm grew feverish—their breaths blending, their tongues meeting in shared desire.

Xylander, the last to act, didn’t go for Daniel’s lips right away. He slid his tongue straight into Daniel’s mouth, blocking the others, claiming full control. His lips sealed Daniel’s as he sucked with possessive hunger, drawing in the sweetness like nectar, almost draining him of breath.

Alexander and Draven, unable to stay still, joined again, their tongues meeting each other in a slow, consuming dance. Draven caught Alexander first, devouring his lips until he almost lost his breath. Then Alexander turned, meeting Xylander halfway, their tongues entwining effortlessly until Xylander took over completely, moaning softly as he sucked on him like a man lost in heat.

Then Daniel—hungry for more—grabbed Xylander by the collar and crushed their mouths together. His hands traced along the edge of Xylander’s lips, sending shivers through him. Xylander’s hum vibrated against Daniel’s mouth, deep and needy.

Daniel’s pheromones spiked suddenly, filling the air with a scent so intoxicating it made all three men dizzy. Draven’s body stiffened—his rut triggered instantly as his instincts darkened with desire.

Xylander and Alexander released their own pheromones in response, their temperature rising, their control slipping. The air became heavy, dark, thick with tension And written hunger.

They wanted to mark him. To make him theirs.

Daniel stood in their midst, unflinching. Their glowing eyes locked on him, filled with primal hunger. But he didn’t run. He didn’t even flinch.

He was ready.

With a swift pull, they dragged him back into their arms, his body falling into their embrace as they inhaled his scent—sniffing his neck, his temples, moving dangerously down to his thighs, their touches trembling with raw, uncontrollable need.