King With Alyssa's name freshly etched across my chest, the need to claim her thrums in my veins, primal and relentless. I know I should be careful. She's carrying our seed now, but that thought only stokes the fire. Alyssa can take whatever the fuck I give her—and right now, she needs it. She needs me. I've stayed away too long, listening to Niko's bullshit about giving her space. I only went along with it because after what she's been through, I didn't want to make it worse somehow, but look where that got us. She started thinking that we didn't want her. That stops now. We're doing shit my way. She's sitting in my lap now, her body pressed against mine, and the scent of her arousal hits me like a drug. Her body is begging without words. My little goddess loves seeing her name branded on my skin, and I'll make sure to remind her just how deeply she belongs to me. Niko has been satisfying my cravings, but there's still so much to give her. Pulling out my cock, I
Nikolai As I make Alyssa a breakfast smoothie, I carefully measure the liquid prenatal vitamin I've been giving her all week. I steady my hand as I pour it into the blender, making sure I don't spill a single drop. Our girl needs all the nutrients she can get. "What the fuck are you doing?" Mason's voice nearly startles the shit out of me, and I almost knock over the bottle. "Shit, Mace! Don't sneak up on me like that, you asshole!" I hiss, placing a hand over my thumping heart. He picks up the bottle, reading the label with a raised brow. "Since it looked like you were sneaking contraband or some shit, I take it Alyssa doesn't know about this." I glance towards the stairs, lowering my voice. "No, she doesn't. And she doesn't need to right now. You're the one who told us the first trimester's the most important, and we need to make sure they both stay healthy." "I did say that," he counters, his voice sharp, "but I didn't say drug her without her consent. Who are you rig
Alyssa "Um, I didn't know we were bringing the entire club with us," I mutter, glancing out the backseat window at the long procession of bikers roaring behind us. "It's for your protection," King replies, his hand flexing on the steering wheel. "Plus, they don't mind," Niko adds from the passenger seat, turning to flash me a reassuring smile. "Gray wanted to prep some of the prospects for tomorrow's charity ride anyway." I just nod, forcing my attention to the bouquet of pink tulips resting in my lap. My chest is so tight, it feels like I can hardly breathe. I can't believe I'm finally going to visit my mom's grave. I know it wasn't my fault I couldn't be there before she passed, but I've been in town for months now. No more excuses. I smile sadly to myself. Besides, I'll be meeting her again soon enough. It'll be nice to see where we'll be resting eternally together. Mason reaches over and grabs my free hand, his thumb brushing soothing circles against my skin.
AlyssaI plaster a small smile on my face, trying to restore some semblance of peace. This place is too beautiful for all this negative energy, and I doubt Mom and all the others resting here appreciate it. "You didn't miss anything," I say to Niko, though the look on his face as he studies King and Gray, makes it clear he knows exactly what happened. It's not like Gray hasn't been acting like a loose cannon since he got off his meds. I pick up Mom's bouquet from the ground, brushing a petal with my thumb before grabbing Gray's hand. "C'mon, Grayson. The boys can give us a little privacy while you show me where Mom is." King growls low in his throat, his eyes burning into Gray, but I meet his gaze with a pointed look. "I'll be okay, baby," I promise him, softening my tone. "Maybe you guys can show Zuri some of the pretty flowers."Gray pulls his hand from mine with an exaggerated huff. "Why are we holding hands? What are we, in Kindergarten?" he grumbles before walking off. It sho
War "Are you not telling them that you met up with Isaac last week?" I ask Bones, lazily gripping Irina's ponytail as her head bobs up and down in my lap. She's my favorite whore, always surrendering herself to my dark needs. Logan's usually smart enough to stay buried in the back of our mind when I'm taking care of business like this, but the moment I mention Alyssa, I feel him clawing forward, interested in the conversation. Pathetic. Bones waves me off from his seat, his attention locked on one of the whores spinning on a pole. "That was personal business. Besides, tomorrow, I'm sending Isaac right into their territory." I scoff, dragging my free hand over Irina's scalp. Her watery eyes dart up to meet mine as I grip her head tighter. "There's no way in hell Isaac's just going to waltz into their clubhouse and try to grab Alyssa. That slimy fuck's always two steps ahead." But what could he possibly be planning? He's a little bitch in a business suit, incapable of
Grayson "Babe, who was that?" Christine asks, propping herself up on her elbow. The cream sheet clings to her curves, but her tone is flat—disappointed. Again. "Club business," I answer, my voice clipped. She nods, laying back down and turning away from me, her shoulders stiff. I know I've let her down. I could get my dick up this time, but I just couldn't finish the way she needed me to. It's not her fault. She's beautiful, the most beautiful woman I've ever been with, and I couldn't ask for a better wife. The problem's me. Lately, I've felt like I'm drowning. Trying to make the club legitimate, trying to protect Alyssa, trying to give Christine the family she deserves—it's all too fucking much. Since I was twelve years old, I've been under pressure. Being groomed to take over the club. Taking care of Mom when she got sick. Raising Alyssa after I killed our father. That kind of weight on my shoulders has never gone away; I just pretended I was strong enough to carr
Alyssa After bathing Zuri, Niko helps me put her down for the night, gently planting a kiss on her head as he tucks her into her crib. The sight makes my heart clench. These moments—quiet, peaceful, filled with love—feel stolen, fleeting, like sand slipping through my fingers. Downstairs, Niko and I curl up on the couch, his arm draped around me as I nestle against his chest. His fingers trace lazy patterns along my back, and Encanto plays on the screen as we feed each other popcorn. "I know it sounds fucked up," Niko says, chuckling, "but I kinda wish someone would beat this old lady's ass." I snort. "You're not wrong, I hate her so much. Yeah, she went through something extremely traumatic, but that doesn't excuse her behavior. She literally had her son living in the wall for years, and really didn't even apologize to him. And how she treated Mirabel was completely fucked. I bet her 'change of heart' only lasts for like a week." Niko hums in agreement, but my attent
King When we get home from the job, Mr. Rivera's pathetic pleas are still ringing in my ears, but we washed his blood off at the clubhouse. Mason heads straight to his room with a muttered "Goodnight," leaving me in the hallway, torn. Part of me wants him back in our bed. He's been keeping his distance lately at night, and while I don't push, I notice. Alyssa might need him tonight. If she does, I'll have to drag his ass back, whether he likes it or not. In my room, Alyssa and Niko are already asleep, a pile of naked, tangled limbs. The sight tugs at something deep in my chest. Niko's arm is draped protectively over her belly, her fingers loosely gripping his wrist. Damn, seems like they had a party while we were gone. But that's okay—Mason and I had our own version of fun tonight. Mr. Rivera went home with one less finger and a concussion. I'd lost my shit a little during Gray's call, especially when he told me Alyssa's prepared to die if it comes to that. I keep trying to
Alyssa Marina's presence in the room feels like a heavy weight. Her confident stride and the sharp click of her heels are constant reminders of how out of depth I feel. Marina exudes composure, as if nothing can shake her. I can't help but wonder if she can see right through the mask I'm desperately trying to hold onto—whether she knows about the anxiety twisting my insides. As she arranges her files, her eyes sweep the room, landing on Niko briefly, then Mason, before they settle back on me. There's a certain intensity to the way she looks at me, like she's already dissected me in her mind. It's fucking unnerving, but I refuse to let it show. Adjusting her tailored blazer, she crosses her legs with practiced poise. "Niko, be a dear and make me some tea, will you?" Her tone is polite but firm. "Sure," Niko mutters, disappearing back into the kitchen. Damn. She definitely has a dominant personality. I can already see why King wouldn't get along with her. So, what the hell was
Alyssa I wake up at 5 a.m., my nerves already prickling with anticipation. Marina will be here soon, and even though I'm not entirely sure what this meeting will entail, I know I need to look presentable. The weight of what's ahead presses down on me, making the early hour feel even heavier. The warm water steams over me as I lather soap on my washcloth, trying to clear my mind. What questions will Marina ask? How much does she already know? Gray must have filled her in on some of the mess that is my marriage, but will she look at me differently once she knows everything? Will she see me as just another broken, naive woman who made bad decisions, or will she understand the depths of Isaac's cruelty? The thought twists my stomach in knots. When I met her yesterday, her piercing gaze made me feel both small and seen at the same time. She exudes confidence and control—the kind of person who could break someone with just a word. But will she really be able to stop Isaac's plan? Or w
Alyssa After a few hours of sleep, I wake up to find Niko and Mason's bodies pressed against me, but King is nowhere to be found. For a moment, I wonder if he had a job or something, but I'm sure he would've woken me up to tell me before he left. I slip out of bed and check on Zuri, my feet light on the floor as I move through the quiet house. After a quick trip to the bathroom, I head downstairs. The low glow of the lamp in the living room casts long shadows. That's when I see him—King. His tall, solid silhouette sits in his chair, a drink in hand. By the tension in his posture, I can tell that something's wrong. Wrapping my silk black robe tighter around me, I cross the room silently and sink into his lap. My arms slip around his neck, and I bury my face in the warmth of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He hums softly, the low, gravelly rumble of his voice breaking the silence. "What are you doing awake, kitten?" I let my fingers trace the curve of his jaw, th
King I gaze at Alyssa's ass in awe. It's bright red, covered in tiny welts and marks from the flogger, but neither Niko nor I broke the skin. Good. She should heal fast. With fifteen strokes to go, I've decided these final ones will break her—not physically, but emotionally. She needs it. Not just because of the shit she pulled today, but because I can see it in her eyes, in the way she's holding herself together too tightly. She's ready to shatter, and she's trusting us to help her do it. Bent over Mason's lap with the side of her face pressed to the couch, she waits patiently for the sting of the flogger to come. She breathes in shallow gasps, her body arching just enough to beckon the next strike, a silent plea written in the curve of her spine. I drop the flogger on the coffee table and trail my hand from the nape of her neck all the way down to her reddened ass. Her entire body shivers, and my chest constricts. In moments like this, I feel most in control—of myself and t
Alyssa I can't believe this. I'm draped over Mason's lap, my ass bared and stinging as King flogs me, while Niko brushes his fingers lightly up and down my back. I've never been this scared and aroused with them before. Maybe because I never expected them to actually spank me. Even with my safe word perched on the tip of my tongue, ready to end this all, I don't stop them. Instead, I count each strike of the flogger, gripping onto the steady rhythm to keep myself grounded. King moves with deliberate control, his strokes confident and precise, alternating between my cheeks. Each hit is delivered with escalating intensity, forcing me to toe the delicious line between pain and pleasure. The next strike shatters through me, a bolt of heat that sizzles across my skin and settles like molten lava between my legs. I can tell my body doesn't know whether to resist it or chase this sensation. "Twelve," I whimper, my legs shaking and sweat slicking my skin. "I'm about to come, Da
Mason Alyssa gazes at me, her eyes wide and trusting. The sight hits me hard, a wave of protectiveness washing over me. If today had gone differently, she wouldn't be here right now. She'd be dead. Beaten to death by her husband. I was so upset I couldn't even speak to her when King and Niko told me she was going to leave with Isaac. Then, after Gray got arrested, she ran off without telling any of us. I know King's chastising himself, thinking that if he had been more in control of his own emotions, if Niko and he had been out to stop her, they could've prevented this. But the truth is, there was no way in hell any of us would've kept our cool around that asshole without getting arrested ourselves. Even Gray couldn't keep it together. But it's not like I can say I'm not glad he defended Alyssa—for fucking once since she's been back. It was a long time coming. In King's office, we discussed how we should punish her. King was adamant that he wanted to make sure we don't ca
Alyssa My pulse skyrockets as Niko reaches for the sharp knife on the table, kneeling down in front of me. I remain perfectly still as he brings the blade to my shirt, slicing it open in one swift movement. The sound of fabric tearing echoes in the room. He rips it from my shoulders like it's made of paper, leaving my chest exposed to the cool air. "Fuck," he hisses under his breath. His hands knead my breasts, thumbs brushing over my hardening nipples. The sensation makes my breath hitch, and I bite my lip to stifle a needy moan. This is a punishment—I'm not supposed to show that I like it. Still, the thought crosses my mind that maybe he'll push further, just to test me. His sea-blue eyes glimmer with wicked amusement as they rake over my body. Without hesitation, he grabs the waistband of my shorts and panties, removing them with another precise slice of the blade. Fully naked and on my knees, the tension in the room shifts dramatically. I can feel their gaze burning
Alyssa The rumble of engines fades, leaving behind an almost deafening silence. The second everyone else is gone, Niko steps forward and pulls me into his arms. His grip is tight, almost crushing, as though he's afraid I might slip away. "What the fuck were you thinking, sweet girl?" His voice cracks, low and raw with emotion. His fingers tremble as they comb through my hair. "He would've killed you." He plants a kiss on my forehead, as if he's trying to anchor himself, though his next words are steel-sharp. "I swear, If I ever call you and you don't answer again, I'll spank your ass raw. Right in front of your brother." Before I can answer, King's deep hum slices through the air. "Maybe I should've done that. Is that what you wanted, kitten? For me to humiliate you in front of your brother?" His large hand suddenly grips the back of my hair, snapping my head back. His eyes are amber flames that burn me from the inside out. "Answer me." "No, Daddy," I whisper, my voice t
Alyssa King's boots thud heavily against the asphalt as he stalks towards me, his expression carved from stone. The tension in the air is palpable, coiling tighter with each step he takes. Niko follows closely behind, his face a shade darker but no less intimidating. My breath catches in my chest, and my fingers fidget at my sides as I brace for their wrath. They're both lions stalking a prey that's cornered. Me. A paralyzed little gazelle. I try to gather bravado, but my legs tremble, threatening to give out. King's silence as he closes the distance is somehow worse than words. Beside him, Niko's mouth twists into a cruel smile. "Alyssa." His gravelly voice sends a warning that's impossible to ignore. I plaster on the sweetest, most innocent smile I can muster. "Nikolai." His pupils dilate at the sound of his full name. Point one for me. Maybe I can seduce my way out of this. "Does your phone not work?" he asks, his voice sharp, his eyes daring me to lie. "I bel