Keith’s POV"YES." Gianna squealed out. The word, whispered and breathless that 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 ass 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 t
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
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 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
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
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
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
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 POVI lay in bed, a mysterious smile curling my lips as I traced lazy patterns over my swollen belly. Today was going to be fun. I had a wicked plan in mind and it is one that involved my mates kissing each other. Why? Because I could and because I wanted to see it. Because I was heavily pregnant and could hardly have sex these days and I needed entertainment. The massive master bedroom in our palace was built for all five of us all spacious and luxurious with an enormous bed that could fit us all. When the doors swung open and my mates strode in together their presence filling the room. I saw the instant recognition in their stormy gray eyes.They knew I was up to no good. King was the first to narrow his eyes, even the most perceptive. Keith cocked his head his lips twitching. "You look naughty as fuck right now. Someone needs to be fucked properly.” He drawled. Kane didn't say a word. He just walked straight toward me with eyes dark and kissed me like he needed me to
King’s POV The forest stretched endlessly before us with the dense canopy of trees swaying with the wind as we ran. The rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth was the only sound between us all the steady and cool as if we could outrun everything including our past, our mistakes and the weight of our choices. The night air was cool against my fur all crisp with the scent of damp earth and pine but there was something else beneath it and something familiar and heavy. The past. It clung to us like a second skin, refusing to be left behind no matter how fast we ran. For hours we didn’t stop. None of us spoke and none of us hesitated just four wolves tearing through the undergrowth pushing forward and pushing past. It was only when the scent of humans drifted toward us (all the gasoline and the faintest trace of smoke civilization) that we knew we had reached the edge of the forest. We slowed, our breath heavy and finally came to a stop by the river. The water rushed past us
Gianna’s POVKing exhaled slowly his hands flexing at his sides as he stared out into the distance. The air was heavy with the aftermath of everything that had been said but there was something else too something restless in his stance and in the way his fingers curled and uncurled as if itching for release. “I need a run. I just… I need to clear my head.” he finally muttered and it was more to himself than to any of us.I didn’t stop him. I watched as he turned on his heel and strode out his movements sharp and deliberate. A moment later, the sound of his shift echoed through the still morning air bones snapping, fabric tearing and guttural growl ripping from his throat before he disappeared into the woods. I stood there for a moment, watching the place where he’d vanished then turned to the triplets. They all look a little bit sad and empty in their own kind of way. This night is taking so much to on them and they haven’t been able to sleep either. “I think you should go afte
King’s POVI sat in the dimly lit living room with my elbows braced against my knees while staring at the unmoving body before me. My father lay sprawled across the cold floor, his once imposing figure reduced to nothing more than a battered and bloodied mess. His face was swollen, his lip split wide open and bruises blooming across his skin like a grotesque painting. His chest rose and fell faintly but I didn’t care if he woke up. I didn’t care if he ever fucking woke up again. I had used him as a punching bag landing blow after blow until my knuckles were raw until my arms felt like dead weights until my rage had burned itself out into an exhausted numbness. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not after everything he had taken from me. From us. A soft creak of the staircase broke the silence and I raised my head to see Gianna standing there. She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her expression wavering between concern and understanding. Despite the blood
Gianna’s POVI stood in the doorway watching them. Kane, Keith and Klaus stood like statues their bodies rigid with barely restrained emotions. Their father sat before them, hollowed out and empty with the years having stripped him of the power he once used to control them. And yet despite his frailty, he still held an unbearable weight over them, one built from years of pain and resentmet and abandonment. I had never seen them like this before. Silent. Still. As if they weren’t just men but fragments of something shattered and something that had been broken for so long they no longer knew how to piece themselves back together. I stepped inside and the sound of my footsteps was deafening in the quiet. They didn’t look at me. Not at first. Their eyes were locked onto the man who had shaped their entire existence. The man who had taken everything from them. But they weren’t just three lost boys standing in front of their father anymore. They were kings. Rulers who had built their
King’s POVThe air was extremely heavy right now and super thick with something unspoked and suffocating. I could still hear their voices echoing in my head with the weight of their rage pressing against my chest like an iron fist. I could feel their disappointment their pain, their disgust. And yet as much as I wanted to let that be the end of it, I knew it wasn’t. There was more. Something bigger. Something that would change everything. And I had to be the one to say it. What he had just told them was never my fucking concern. Why he faked his death is really none of my business. The thought made my throat feel tight. My father( the man I had loathed, hunted, dreamed of killing) sat there on the floor with his body slumped and his breaths uneven. His face was bruised his lip still bleeding from the force of my fists but he didn’t look at me. He didn’t look at any of us. He was avoiding the inevitable. Like a coward. Like he had always been. I clenched my fists at my sides,
Klaus’s POVThe room was deathly silent. The only sound was the faint and ragged breathing of the man before us the man we had spent our entire lives trying to forget. The man who had shaped us into kings, only to disappear leaving behind nothing but scars and questions. And now after all these years he was here. Sitting before us. All beaten up pathetically by an unknown man. Why would King even beat our father like this? Or he has made an enemy of him before he stepped down and faked his death? I need to know why this all happened and how he knew our father in the first place. King stood over him with his stance rigid and his hands clenched at his sides. He was barely holding himself back and I could feel his rage simmering beneath the surface all dark and lethal. He had already done enough damage judging by the blood smeared across our father’s face and the way his lip was split and the bruises forming along his jaw. And yet the bastard still had the audacity to smirk. It made
Keith’s POVThe man who had molded us, who had shaped us into something more machine than wolves. The man who had taught us how to rule with fear and strike with precision, only to disappear and leave us to do it alone. The weight of his presence pressed down on my chest suffocating and inescapable. King’s voice cut through the silence. "You should sit down." Like hell. Sit down for what fucking reason right now? I barely registered the way my hands curled into fists and my nails biting into my palms. The air felt thick, heavy with tension so sharp it could cut. I could feel Kane and Klaus stiffen beside me their silence more telling than any outburst. None of us had ever been good at hiding our emotions. And right now? We were all drowning in them.“You have five seconds to explain before I rip his fucking lying throat throat out.” I let out a sharp and bitter laugh cause that is the only thing I can afford at this moment. Our father no, not our father. The man who used to b
Kane’s POVThe night had been quiet and almost too quiet in my opinion. Unnaturally so. Keith, Kane and I sat in the living room with the tension between us thick and though none of us spoke about it. There is a kind of tension that you know nothing could work on for real. We weren’t fools. We all knew why the air was heavy and why Keith’s fingers tapped restlessly against his knee and why Kane had barely spoken and why my mind was cycling through every possible excuse to not think about what had happened just hours ago. Gianna had stayed with us tonight and even made us go rounds without getting tired. She’s got a mouth that I want to have doing so many things at the same time. She has chosen us tonight and made us feel like the kings we are. And yet none of us could shake the weight pressing down on our chests. Because we knew who she’d go to tomorrow and I didn’t hate her for it. But I hated that I wasn’t enough. That we weren't enough for her and hated Moon Goodess more for