Keith’s POVWhen she left, the air in the room felt heavier, like all the life had been sucked out of it. Her words echoed in my head sharp and unrelenting. The words played over and over in my head like a fucking broken recorder. “Stop thinking about courting me. Stop thinking about proving yourselves.”I stood there with my brother rooted to the spot watching as Gianna’s figure disappeared down the hallway. Her scent lingered soft, floral and entirely her. It was intoxicating, maddening even and yet it wasn’t enough to fill the void she left behind. It feels so empty. “She’s doing this for the people. Not for us.” Kane muttered darkly as he let out a heavy sigh raking a hand through his hair. “No. She’s doing it because she thinks she has no other choice because we don’t deserve her. I said, my voice firm because we all know I’m right. “She’s willing to sacrifice herself for the curse. For everyone else. But what about herself? What about what she wants?” Klaus leaned against th
Kane’s POVThe air was thick with tension, buzzing with an energy I couldn’t quite place. We were all on edge with Keith pacing by the window and Klaus leaning against the far wall muscled arms crossed and silent, his expression unreadable. And me? I sat on the edge of the bed running my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. We didn’t say much. There wasn’t much to say. Words felt pointless when every nerve in my body was strung tight waiting for her to walk through that door. I am aroused as much as I am nervous whether she’d turn up or not. When it finally opened the world stopped moving and I held my breath. Gods she was so fucking beautiful my chest aches. How could someone be this good looking with a frown? Gianna stepped inside the soft glow of the candlelight framing her like some kind of goddess. She wore a simple dress the fabric brushing against her curves in a way that made my throat go dry. Her hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders and her
Klaus’s POVShe lies beneath me a vision of vulnerability wrapped in defiance. Her skin glows in the candlelight, every curve and line of her body beckoning me closer daring me to touch. She’s fighting it even now her eyes glinting with uncertainty but her body... her body is already ours. As she sits up, ready to protest I take my chance, pulling her dress over her head in one swift motion. The garment lands somewhere in the corner of the room, forgotten. I lower myself beside her, resting on my side tracing the elegant curve of her waist with my fingertips. “Shh,” I murmur soothing her though I know she isn’t the type to quiet easily. Her wide eyes are fixed on me, stunned into silence. I release her wrists sliding my arm beneath her head so she’s cradled against me lying in the crook of my arm. She’s bathed in my shadow now, and I can feel the tension radiating from her mingling with something deeper, something that calls to me. She said she doesn’t want us to make it nice
Gianna’s POVFor three nights it was the same intoxicating routine. I would slip into their chambers under the cover of darkness with all my nerves buzzing and body betraying me before I even stepped through the door. Kane, Klaus and Keith greeted me each time with barely constrained desire and excitement and I never thought I’d crave it so deeply. They didn’t just touch me they literally worshiped me. Every kiss, every caress, was deliberate like they wanted to memorize every inch of my body. And for three nights straight, I let them. But something has changed along the way. I promised myself I wouldn’t get carried away that this was only for the curse. But by the third night as Kane’s lips traced the hollow of my throat, Klaus whispered honeyed words into my ear and Keith’s hands worked magic against my skin I knew I was in over my head. By the time I stumbled back to my room each morning my legs weak and my heart in disarray, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted this. I wanted
Gianna’s POVThat afternoon I barely had time to process the drama from breakfast before a knock sounded at my door. I expected Nyx ready to fuss over me again but when I opened it, Kane, Klaus and Keith stood in the hallway looking oddly... sheepish. Kane had his arms crossed as though trying to mask the faint blush creeping up his neck. Klaus was holding a small velvet box in one hand his usual smirk replaced by something softer. Keith on the other hand, was grinning like a boy caught raiding the cookie jar. “What is this?” I asked folding my arms as I eyed them suspiciously. “Just come with us.” Kane said, his voice gruff and tinged with an awkwardness that piqued my curiosity. Yep I’m coming babes. I narrowed my eyes. “If this is some kind of trick—” “It’s not. It’s… we’ll just come and see. Don’t be a party pooper!” Klaus cut in, holding up the velvet box. Keith reached for my hand without waiting for an answer his fingers warm and firm as he tugged me out of my room.
Gianna’s POVI stood in front of the mirror in my chambers running my hands over the soft, sheer lace of the lingerie Nyx had chosen for me. It was a deep crimson the kind that looked like it had been painted with fire and passion barely covering anything. The neckline plunged daringly, the delicate material clinging to my curves teasing more than concealing. Like I wanted it. The slit up the side of the matching robe revealed far too much leg and the thin straps felt like they could snap under the weight of my anticipation.This wasn’t for me. This was for them. They were showing effort and I also want to do the same. I shouldn’t so I won’t lead them on but I can’t help myself. As I took a steadying breath, I couldn’t help the thrill that coursed through me at the thought of their reactions. I wanted to test them to push them to the edge where their restraint cracked and to remind them of what they had once rejected. I won’t let them mark me. With every step I took down the hall,
Gianna’s POVI made my way back to my room my robe swishing around my thighs with every determined step. My skin was still humming from their touch every nerve on fire with the aftermath of their heated stares and growls. I knew I wasn’t supposed to leave not after teasing them the way I did but the thrill of disobedience sparked something wicked in me. I want to play this game with them. I don’t even know if they’ll get what I want after this but we’ll. They were trying too hard to be good to treat me with care when all I wanted was their unbridled passion. I craved the wildness they kept buried and the parts of them they feared might scare me away. I wanted to feel their power and their dominance and their need to possess me. The hallway felt endless my anticipation building with every step. Why hadn’t they followed me yet? I knew they wouldn’t let me get far. I wanted them to come after me, to take what they had been holding back. And I wasn’t disappointed. The low, synchroni
Gianna’s POVKlaus and Keith joined Kane on either side of me, their bodies pressing against mine, grounding me in their warmth. I could feel their breaths slowing but their hands never stopped touching me caressing my arms, tracing the lines of my thighs, brushing stray strands of hair from my damp forehead. "You think you can just walk away from us like that again?" Klaus's voice was low his lips ghosting over the curve of my shoulder. "Not happening, Queenie." Keith chuckled softly his voice still thick with desire. "We’ll keep reminding you who you belong to if we have to. Again and again until it’s etched into every part of you." Kane tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his stormy gaze. His thumb brushed over my swollen lips his expression a mix of possessiveness and something deeper something that made my heart skip a beat. “You’re not leaving us, Gianna. Not now, not ever." I wanted to protest, to remind them this was temporary, that I was only here to break the curs
Gianna’s POVA gentle warmth filtered through the curtains, brushing against my skin and coaxing me into consciousness. My body stirred against the soft sheets, my fingers instinctively reaching out beside me only to find the space empty. I blinked, the remnants of sleep clinging to me as I turned my head staring at the unruffled side of the bed where Kane had slept beside me just hours ago. He was gone. The absence of his warmth sent a ripple of unease through me. Not because i needed him there but because for a fleeting moment in the night, I had allowed myself to surrender to the comfort of not being alone. And it’s safe to say I enjoyed lying there beside Kane. He is so soft and comfortable. I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist as I ran a hand through my tangled hair. The room was quiet except for the distant sounds of the estate waking up doors opening, hushed voices of the staff moving through the halls. Before I could gather my thoughts, a soft knock echoed f
Gianna’s POVThe darkness was suffocating.L with thick and , inky tendrils curled around my ankles snaking up my legs, tightening like unseen hands dragging me under. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t break free. I clawed at the emptiness, gasping for air but it was like breathing in ash. Then I heard him. A voice that was both familiar and terrifying. Smooth, deep, dripping with possession. A voice that had made me want to do the unthinkable and coaxed me into orgasming once. "Running from me, little dove?"My breath caught and I twisted frantically, searching the endless void for the source of the voice. I knew who it belonged to. Knew the way his presence sent an unbearable shiver down my spine. Both oleasant and unpleasant shivers. King. His name was a whisper in my mind, a curse and a prayer all at once. The darkness shifted, morphing into something tangible, something alive. Then he was there stepping out of the abyss as if he had been born from it, his towering fo
King’s POVThe night was thick with anticipation, the air electric with the promise of war. From my vantage point on the rocky outcrop overlooking the battlefield I watched as the first wave of our forces surged forward, their movements swift and merciless. Shadows stretched long across the land, twisting and writhing like living things beneath the eerie glow of the moon. The Shadowlands loomed before us dark and defiant but tonight, tonight, they would fall. They will feel what they should have felt from the beginning. We should have waited. We should have followed the plan, given it more time, allowed the enemy to sink deeper into their false sense of security before launching this assault. That was what Liam and Tom had wanted. That was what we had meticulously prepared for. But patience had never been my virtue. Not when they had taken what was MINE. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire raging inside me. Gi
Gianna’s POVThe first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth. The second was the weight of an arm draped possessively across my waist, pinning me to the mattress. The scent was intoxicating and I wanted to snuggle more into it but I couldn’t. It was. Keith. His slow, steady breathing tickled the back of my neck, and I swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the way our bodies were tangled together. My legs were still sore my skin still humming from everything that had happened the night before. I turned my head slightly, just enough to glance at him. Even in sleep, he looked intense, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, his sharp jaw slack with rare softness. His grip on me tightened when I shifted as if even unconscious, he refused to let me go. A part of me didn’t mind. But another part the one grounded in reality reminded me that whatever last night was, it didn’t change anything. Keith was still one of the three Alpha Kings who had made my life a waking nightmare. And I
Keith’s POV"YES." The word, whispered and breathless, sent a shiver through me. I leaned in, my mouth crashing against hers fierce and possessive before pulling her into my arms. She gasped as I threw her over my shoulder, and the sound of her startled laughter was followed by my name tumbling from her lips. "Keith!" The grin tugging at my lips was anything but innocent. My hand smacked her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet, and she flinched before letting out a greedy little moan. The sound went straight to my core stirring something dark and primal. "You're playing a dangerous game, Gianna" I murmured, trailing my hand over her reddening cheek squeezing that soft flesh before landing another sharp slap. Her high-pitched squeal was music to my ears. Crossing the threshold of my room, I tossed her onto the bed with ease. She landed with a bounce, her dark hair spilling around her in waves, and that mischievous smile curved her lips, daring me to lose control. That lingeri
Kane’s POVThe morning light seeped through the heavy curtains casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, groaning softly as I shifted under the weight of exhaustion.My muscles ache which was a reminder of how wild the night before was. For a moment I thought I was still dreaming until the warmth against my chest pulled me fully into consciousness. It was Gianna. And I was the only one that didn’t fuck here yesterday. She was exhausted by those fuckers. Her small soft and luscious frame was pressed against me still naked, her hair fanning over my shoulder like a silken veil. She was so mesmerizing even this early in the morning with thoroughly sexed look. I blinked taking in the peaceful expressions of Keith and Klaus sprawled across the enormous bed. Unlike me, they were dead to the world their breathing deep and even. And then I felt it a soft, wet sensation trailing up my chest setting my already hard morning cock on fire. It was ramrod now and aching.My breath hitched as
Gianna’s POVThe water soaked us both and Klaus’s hand trailed to my thing. The only piece of clothing I totally forgot to remove. Who even wore it for me last night? Probably one of the brothers. His hand tugs my soaked thong to the side and I cover my gasp against his neck as he slides his finger between my folds. He spreads my wetness on my clit before pinching it painfully. I push closer as he circles my opening but doesn’t penetrate me. Toying. Edging. Teasing.But never letting me chase the ecstasy his skillful touch brings. Klaus is so wicked. I feel empty yet full and it’s a twisted sensation I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. Even now, his control hasn’t snapped while I’m all sorts of fucked up. My body craves the orgasm but its waiting for his permission. My hand still on his wrist, I push in a silent plea to give me something. Anything. I buck against his palm in wicked pleasure when he listens and shoves his finger in achingly slow. Damn it! It’s not enough. Hating hi
Gianna’s POVHis only reply came in the form of his dropping to his stomach and hoisting my legs over his shoulders. Gods this man is obsessed with my pussy. It took everything in me not to tighten my thighs around his head and urge him closer.“Do you know what I like to do with my candy?” He asked his nose nudging against my pussy his heated breath brushing my sensitivity. “What?” I asked with a silent gulp. His gaze steadied on mine as he placed soft kisses on my inner thigh. “I like to savor it. One lick at a time…” He was toying with me making my breath hitch every time he looked like he would take me in her mouth. “…until every bit of the hard shell is gone and that warm center melts in my mouth.”The right corner of his lips elevated as he kissed my entrance and then he looked back up at me. “Will you melt for me, baby?”My jaw was practically trembling as I whispered. “Yes.”Deliberately, he licked me. Tortured me. Tasted me. Feasted on me. Every suck of his lips and stroke
Gianna’s POVFUCK, I needed him to move faster. I was sure I would climax the moment he moved my underwear. I had nearly come at just being bent over his lap. Each slap had sent a pulse through my core and down into my already throbbing clit. His mouth was back on my nipple, and I rocked and arched into the sensation as he sucked and squeezed the tautness between his teeth. With one arm beneath me, his other traveled down my side, pausing to grip my hip, my ass and the thigh of my bent leg. My arms were already starting to ache above my head at his slow pace. Every time his tongue swirled on my nipple, or he teased me I bucked my hips against his, utterly desperate for that friction.He chuckled on my skin, tongue flicking at my breast as the very tips of his fingers slid up my inner thigh “Is this what you want?” He asked. His breath heated over my wet peak fingers practically dancing over my pussy. “Yes!” I almost cried.“Yes, what?” His voice was stern. Commanding. Painstakingly