Alyssa I'm half-asleep, my head resting on Niko's chest, as the end credits of The Lion King roll. We've been watching our way though Disney movies, and surprisingly, Niko doesn't complain. His hand strokes my hair, sweet and tender, just like the entire evening has been. When Mufasa died, I bawled, and Niko didn't say a word—he just wiped my tears and held me closer. The intimacy between us threatens to unravel me in ways I didn't think it could. I know better than to let myself fall like this, but I can't seem to fucking help it. How am I going to be okay when I'm eventually forced to leave them? The door clicks open, and I sit up. King steps in, his presence instantly filling the room. But Niko doesn't move, instead, he traces lazy circles on my back. I guess he has no reason to be afraid of King's wrath—he did say tell him to comfort me before he left. "You're back early," Niko murmurs, his his chest rumbling beneath my hands. "That good news?" King crosses to the
Nikolai Are we really going to do this? Fuck her together? By the eager, lust-filled look on Alyssa's face, she's begging for it. But I never thought King and I would take it this far. Our dicks are about to touch, and even though I know it's wrong, my cock has never been harder than it is right now. I force myself to pull out of Alyssa's tight channel, and readjust her so that she's sitting on the couch with her legs spread open for us. She's so fucking wet just from the thought of having both of us inside her. "We're going to have to stretch you more, prepare you to take both of us," I purr, brushing her clit with my thumb. She shivers, her pupils dilated as she watches us, gnawing on her lip. "I'm already ready," she whines, wiggling against me. I shake my head. "We both have big cocks, baby. I don't want us to hurt you." My voice is steady, but inside, I'm fighting the need to be inside her again, to feel her wrapped around me. And this time, I won't be alo
Alyssa "Niko, take her upstairs," King commands, his voice low and firm, though I can't see him through the tears streaming down my face. The sex we just had was the most intense experience of my life. It was a wild, overwhelming storm of pleasure that left me feeling shattered and strangely whole all at once. Now, I'm caught in a whirlwind of emotions that are too raw to understand. Once I'm in King's bed, Niko gently combs his fingers through my hair, murmuring praises that make me feel like something special, while King wipes between my legs with care. I catch the worried look in his eyes, like he's afraid that they went too far. The tears probably make it seem that way. But they didn't hurt me. I've never felt this good—being used, letting them take what they wanted from me, filling me with so much fucking cum. I just wasn't ready for everything else to unravel along with it. "I'm okay," I croak out, trying to sit up. But Niko shifts me gently so I'm on my side, his
King "Niko," I groan, hearing Zuri cry through the baby monitor on the dresser. It's only been a few hours since we passed out, but that's what happens when you spend all night fucking. "I got it," Alyssa mumbles against my chest, her voice slurred with sleep. But her body says otherwise. She's already snoring again. Niko and I share a quiet chuckle. We really wore her out last night, but I could tell she loved every second of it. "Nee-koo," Zuri screams louder. "Looks like I've been summoned," Niko mutters, throwing his clothes on. "She's hungry for a bottle." The man's a natural, despite his fucked-up upbringing. It's only been a month, but he already knows her routine like the back of his hand. Fuck. I need to step up. Alyssa and Zuri come as a packaged deal, and if I want this work, I can't leave all the baby stuff to Niko. I've got to do my part too. Yeah, Zuri isn't mine by blood, but blood doesn't mean shit to me. I'll raise her like she is. Alyssa didn't
Nikolai When I slip back into King's room, Alyssa's still naked and asleep, bundled up in the covers. I hate to wake her up when she hasn't had enough to sleep, but Gray's demanding we be there in an hour. "Sweet girl, wake up," I whisper, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as I gently pull the covers away from her body. She mumbles something incoherent, rolls over, and pulls the covers back up. The sound of her soft snoring makes me chuckle. "C'mon, baby," I urge quietly, trailing my fingers along her smooth skin. "We really need to get moving. Your brother is an impatient asshole." Still, no response. Hmm. Maybe she needs more motivation. A better alarm clock. With a smirk, I flip her onto her back, careful not to move her too roughly. She groans in protest, and I can see the exhaustion clinging to her features. She's likely too sore from last night to be fucked again, but all I want right now is to taste her. Without King, just this one. Just me and her. Leani
Alyssa I can't believe we're going to the clubhouse. The Crimson Reapers' clubhouse. The one place I've been forbidden to go my entire life, both by my father and Gray. The closer we get, the more tension builds in my chest, like a pair of headphones you can't untangle. "I can practically hear your chewing your lip off back there. Stop it," King says firmly. Mason is silent beside me, but I can feel his eyes on me, studying me in that quiet, intense way he does. I pause in my lip-biting and let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know why I'm so nervous. I just want to make a good first impression, I guess. I don't want everyone to see me as Gray's weak, defenseless little sister." "Speaking of that," Niko cuts in with a teasing smirk in his voice, "everyone's probably going to give you shit. You can handle a bit of teasing, right, my sweet girl?" After years of dealing with their bullying, I guess I've learned how to take it. "I guess so," I mutter, gazing out the win
Alyssa When we step inside the clubhouse, I'm hit with a wave of testosterone and tension so thick, I almost choke on it. Two massive men stand at the door, their muscles bulging like they either live at the gym or spend their days breaking bones. Thankfully, they barely acknowledge me as we walk by, though I can feel their eyes lingering on my back. The clubhouse is bigger than I imagined. To my right, there's a lounge area with sleek red couches; ahead, a bar lined with bottles of every kind of alcohol. On the wall is the Crimson Reaper's patch—the grim reaper with blood dripping down his scythe. The place feels oddly familiar, like I've been here before, but it's probably only because I've seen it in the background of old photos of my dad. Zuri's alert in her stroller, her eyes surveying the surrounding space. Thankfully, her headphones were in my diaper bag, considering this isn't a place for kids. The moment we walk in, the room falls silent. Everyone's eyes land o
Alyssa Inside the elevator, the déjà vu feeling creeps back in. I look around, trying to figure out where I've seen something like this before. Isaac's law firm? No. "Alyssa," Gray's voice snaps me out of it, and when I turn to look at him, for a split-second, I swear I see him as a kid, standing in exact same spot—nine, maybe ten years old. What the hell? "Why are you staring at me like that?" he asks, raising a brow. I shake my head, still freaked out. "Oh, nothing," I mumble, trying to ignore the strange sensation crawling under my skin. How have I been here before? His gaze narrows, but he lets it go. "I hope you weren't too afraid down there." I shrug. "Nope. I put together a gun in like thirty seconds, so I think they were actually somewhat impressed." From the corner of my eye, I see Niko smirk. A shadow crosses Gray's face, but he only hums in response. "Do you know why I wanted you here today?" "To tell you how ridiculous you look wearing these s