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 POVThat morning i decided not to leave my room. I wasn’t avoiding anyone at least that’s what I told myself. After three nights of being ravished by my mates, my body was sore and my mind was a whirlpool of thoughts I couldn’t untangle. I needed time to breathe to be with the two little souls who always made me feel whole. Kate and Kayden were already awake their laughter ringing through the room as I joined them on the plush rug by the window. We played with their wooden blocks and stuffed animals creating imaginary kingdoms and little adventures where they ruled as the tiniest and mightiest monarchs. "Kate, you can’t put the dragon in the teacup” I said with a laugh trying to grab the stuffed dragon she was cramming into her tiny toy tea set. "But he’s thirsty!" She protested, her little brow furrowed with determination. She looks serious. “My wolf is also hungry Mama.” Kayden, not to be outdone, held up his stuffed wolf. I gasped dramatically. "Hungry? Then let’s
Gianna’s POVKlaus leaned against the doorway, a lazy grin tugging at his lips as he watched me brush out my hair. I don’t even know why I decided to do that when we are all just talking about nothing and everything. Guess to do something else that doesn’t involve fantasizing about their dicks all the time. “You know, there’s a festival in the village today. You should come with us. It’ll be fun!” he said looking hopeful like the rest of his brothers. “A festival? What’s the occasion?l I arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “It’s an annual thing. It’s a celebration of life, the sea and a chance for everyone to… forget.” Kane chimed in from the couch where he was fiddling with a dagger like it was a toy. His smirk was sharp, but his tone softened at the last word. “We thought you might like to dress for the occasion too.” Keith appeared beside Klaus holding a bundle of fabric. I eyed the fabric warily. “What is it?” “Something fitting for a festival by the water…” Klaus said, stepping
Gianna’s POVThe journey back to the palace was heavy with tension. Kane and Klaus walked ahead, their shoulders rigid while Keith stayed by my side his jaw clenched in frustration. The festival’s earlier joy felt like a distant event as the encounter with the shadowling weighed on all of us. It’s that bad. Once inside the grand hall the triplets didn’t waste time. Klaus barked an order, summoning the palace guards to tighten security around the borders. Keith immediately requested for the prophetess to be brought in his tone sharp enough to send the servants scurrying. The prophetess arrived shortly after her entrance almost comical in its awkwardness. She shuffled into the room her robes slightly too large and her hair a frizzy halo around her face. She looked nothing like the ancient, wise seer I had expected more like someone who had accidentally stumbled into the role. “Prophetess Zara explain why there was a shadowling in the village during festival!” Klaus said, his voice
Gianna’s POV“Alright, Queenie. We’re calm now. But I think we could use a distraction. Don’t you agree, brothers?” As the tension in the room eased, Keith broke the silence with a sly grin.“What do you have in mind, Keith?” Klaus raised a brow his lips curving into a smirk. “I was thinking since we missed most of the fun of the festival, maybe we could create our own. Something private.” Keith said, standing and offering me his hand. “And by ‘private,’ you mean?” Kane leaned back in his chair his eyes narrowing playfully. “Let’s just say I have an idea that’ll take our Queen’s mind off any lingering stress.” Keith winked at me pulling me to my feet. Minutes later, I found myself in the palace gardens bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. The triplets had led me here, each wearing a mischievous grin that made me both nervous and curious. I thought they were going to drag me to their chamber and have their way with me. They are surprising me time and again and a huge par
Gianna’s POVThe next morning I woke up to the sound of soft whispers and a light breeze coming through my open balcony doors. I sound poetic because I’m happy. Shit. Sunlight streamed into the room illuminating the soft lilac curtains swaying gently. I stretched lazily my muscles deliciously sore a constant reminder of the triplets' err devotion for the lack of better words. But today felt different. Quiet. Too quiet. Maybe because the kids weren’t here? I need to go see them then. I sat up, scanning the room expecting one of them to be lingering like they often did. Nothing. Nyx entered shortly after balancing a tray of breakfast. She placed it on the table with a slight smirk. “You must’ve worn them out, my Queen.” She added the last word mockingly with a friendly smile on her face. I raised a brow. “Me?” “Yes, you. The Kings have been up and about since dawn. They’ve been busy in meetings, from what I hear. But!” she paused dramatically “they left a surprise for you.” “A
Gianna’s POVThe silence of the night wrapped around me like a heavy cloak as I followed the triplets through the dimly lit corridors, my mind a storm of thoughts and stupid emotions. My heart pounded in my chest with a strange mix of anticipation and something far darker. This wasn’t just about them anymore. This wasn’t just about the past or the wounds they had left behind. This was about me and about taking control, about finding something beyond the chaos that had swallowed me latly. When we reached the chambers, I didn’t pause or hesitate. I moved past them and straight toward the two tiny figures curled up on the massive bed. Kate and Kayden. My babies. My reason. Their soft breaths filled the room, their innocence untouched by the wreckage of my world. My chest ached as I stepped closer, brushing my fingers lightly over their foreheads. They stirred, their sleepy eyes fluttering ope and when they saw me, their drowsy smiles filled me with warmth I didn’t think I could sti
Gianna’s POVI watched them walk away. Their backs were rigid, their steps quick and full of fury. Each of them was retreating in their own way Kane with that eerie, dangerous silence and Klaus radiating pure rage and Keith, the one who always wavered, glancing back for a fraction of a second before clenching his fists and following his brothers. A cold emptiness spread inside me. I should have felt relief that they were leaving. But I didn’t. Instead, my chest was tight, my pulse erratic, my body itching to chase after them and make them listen to scream at them, to force them to understand the chaos they had thrown me into, to fix what they broke before it shattered beyond repair. I turned to King. And in that moment, I hated him. The words tore from my lips, raw and venomous. "I hate you." His expression didn't change, but something flickered in his eyes something deep, something unreadable. He didn’t argue, didn’t defend himself. He simply stood there watching me with
Gianna’s POVSilence stretched between us and it is thick and suffocating which was only broken by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Or maybe it was just blood rushing to everywhere in my body. Really, this is all happening so fast. King stood in front of me, unbothered, his stance relaxed like this wasn’t the beginning of something disastrous. His golden eyes flickered with something dark and something amused as he stared at my mates who were now seething. Klaus took another step into the room, his stormy grey gaze locked onto my throat onto the mark King had left there. His expressin twisted with something savage, something feral and then his lips curled back into a snarl. “What the fuck did you do?” Keith’s breathing was harsh, his fingers twitching at his sides as though he was seconds away from lunging. Kane, on the other hand was too still, his gaze was cold as steel, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. I swallowed hard, my body rigid. King
Gianna’s POVI didn’t know how long I sat there, frozen in the wake of his words. His brothers. King was their brother and they have no freaking idea but how and when and what???The room was silent but my head was filled with noise. Thoughts crashing against each other, a storm of disbelief, fury, and something far worse something I refused to name. He hadn’t moved. He was watching me, waiting, gauging my reaction like he already knew what was coming. “You’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. It was a desperate plea. A muscle in his jaw twitched but his face remained unreadable. “I’m not.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to piece together the reality I had somehow missed. “That’s not…” I swallowed hard. “That’s not possible.” King tilted his head, his expression cold, indifferent but the tension in his shoulders told me otherwise. “It’s the truth.” “No.” My voice cracked. “No, if that were true, they would have known. I would have known.” His lips curled into something
Gianna’s POVI woke up to warmth. I don't want to leave because it’s so comfortable. Heat surrounded me, seeping into my bones and wrapping around my limbs like an unrelenting cage. My skin prickled, my body slowly pulling itself from the haze of sleep but something was off. A shiver ran down my spine. There it was again. The warmth. The heat. But this time, it wasn’t just around me it was on me. Soft. Lingering. Wet. And they are Lips. My breath hitched, my lashes fluttering, but I couldn’t move. My body refused to obey as I lay there, rigid, barely breathing. I felt them again brushing over my skin, slow and unhurried, tracing the mark he had left. King. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Another kiss. This one firmer as if savoring and as if claiming. I couldn’t suppress the way my body reacted, how my stomach twisted into knots, how warmth pooled low in my belly. A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. And then he stopped. The warmth vanished. I b
King’s POV I pull them out just as I feel her clench harder. No way is she coming on my hand. Bending her at the waist, I push my pants and boxers lower and take out my angry dick. The head red with an intense need to fuck like I’ve been wanting to do all night. It was torture knowing she was bare underneath her dress and I couldn’t fill her.I step between her thighs and spread them wider with my legs, her sexy toes glinting in the dark. She still has her hands keeping herself open even though I can sense her nervousness beneath her false bravado. The first time I was gentle, slow but I know she doesn’t want that now.Tonight, she wants to be owned. Our sighs of pleasure are mutual when I dip my cock between her wet folds, lubricating my shaft with her juices. The red crown presses against her clit and I slap it with my tip, making her moan loudly.“Fuck, Gianna. So wet.” I trace her up and down. “So soft.” I push just the head in her cunt. “And tight.”Her walls clench around me
King’s POVNever in the last months did I think I’ll have my beautiful Gianna in my arms again. Naked. Bent over. Begging for my cock in her tight ass. I keep her face tilted forward and trace the back of my knuckle down her spine to her red ass cheek. Her body trembles beneath mine and she shudders violently when I slide my finger between her cheeks to her tiny rosebud. Circling it slowly, I dip my digit lower to her dripping cunt and swirl it in her wetness before rubbing her asshole again. She’s clenched so tight that I’m afraid I’ll come as soon as I push inside.“Spread your ass cheeks,” I growl. “Show me where I’m going to put my cock in.”“Oh god.” She moaned so loudly my dick jumped at the sound. “God isn’t making you sin, Gianna.” I slap her pussy, making her moan. “I am. So it better be my name you scream from those lips.”“King!” She cries out when I pinch her clit. Once. Twice.Her moans turn ragged. I lean over her body and push my wet finger in her mouth, effectively
Gianna’s POVI squeal when he picks me up, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. Our skin connects, and my nipples rub against his hard pecs the light chest hair causing friction and I moan. My nails dig into his flexed forearm as he yanks my mouth to his, kissing away my protests until I melt in his embrace.His hand grips the back of my neck tightly so I can’t pull away when I run out of air as he tastes my lips and every corner of my mouth with his tongue.“You’re so goddamn sweet, Gianna.” He groans against my lips before diving in again. “I can’t decide if I love the taste of your kisses or your tight pussy more.” He bite on my neck as he said that. Cool air caresses my naked back but the heat from king’s skin keeps me warm and his kisses leave me drowning that I almost forget about the oblivious audience. Wrapped in his arms as i no longer seem to care. Only a single need remains on my mind.LPlease fuck me, King” I whisper, licking his bottom lip before I
Gianna’s POVI freeze with my wrists held captive by his strong hands and under his penetrating and waiting eyes. His question, lingering in the air between us as his gaze reverberates down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.Unfiltered fantasies that I buried in a dark corner after the first night he uttered it to me, rises to the forefront and assaults me once more. My traitorous pussy becomes slick when I imagine the nights I spent alone in my bed, touching myself to the thought of him calling me his whore.I shouldn’t want a man to call me that, right?It’s demeaning and humiliating.Then why does it arouse me so much? Yet I can’t deny the dirtiness, forbiddenness and tabooness behind it that thrills and pleases the inner dirty girl inside me.As if King can hear my inner battle and torment over my confusing feelings, his gaze softens and he bends. His breath flutters my hair as he whispers in my ear in that voice that could make even the nun want to be bad. “It’s jus