King
Alyssa's body trembles beneath me as I press into her, inch by inch, savoring the warmth that wraps around me like home. She's sore-I can feel it. Niko and Mason fucked the hell out of her. But she takes me anyway, her nails digging into my back, her moans threading through the air like a melody meant only for my ears.
I bury my nose in her throat, drinking in her scent-sweet and intoxicating as always, even laced with sweat and cum clinging to her skin. Her body doesn't just accept me; it molds to me, holding on like I'm all she needs. But I can also feel my brothers inside her still, the slickness of their combined seed, hot and thick, clinging to her walls.
Fuck. The sensation damn near makes me come on the spot.
"They filled you up so good, didn't they, kitten?" My voice is a low, rough growl that comes from somewhere deep inside me. It isn't even about pleasure right now-it's about making sure she feels every fucking word I can't get out.
I watched the way she fucked Mason. It feels like tonight her plan was to say goodbye to each of us in preparation for tomorrow, but that shit's not flying with me.
Alyssa's pussy flutters around my dick, and when her eyes meet mine-wide, glassy, with tears in the corners of them-I feel the punch to my gut.
Yeah, she really thinks she's leaving us.
Anger surges through my veins, red and hot. I'm furious over the conversation with Gray earlier, about the fucked-up reality that Alyssa still thinks she has to face Isaac alone. That she has to die to be free of him.
The need to punish her for even entertaining those thoughts wars with my protective instinct, but I force myself to suppress it. She's carrying my baby-our baby. Losing control isn't an option, no matter how much I want to remind her that she's mine.
She must sense the shift in me because her hands rise to cradle my face, her thumbs brushing against my jawline. As she stares at me, recognition dawns in her eyes. But just as her lips part, I cut her off.
"How could you look so devastatingly beautiful under me," I grind out, thrusting deep enough to make her gasp, "wrap your pussy around my cock like you were made for it, steal my fucking heart...and think I'm going to let that motherfucker take you away from me?"
She shudders, a tear slipping down her cheek as her body responds to the raw intensity of my thrusts. "King..."
"No." I slam into her harder, my voice laced in fury. "Answer me, Alyssa. What makes you think I'd let him take what's mine?"
Her eyes flutter closed, then open again, meeting mine with a mix of fear and resolve. "I can't lose you, King. Or Niko. Or Mason. If it comes down to it...If he threatens Zuri, or any of you..." Her voice cracks, and my chest tightens. "I won't have a choice."
I can barely breathe through the grumble of pure rage that rises in me, but I rein it in as I roll us over so she's straddling me. My hands clamp around her hips, holding her in place as my cock pulses inside her. The musky scent of her pussy permeates the air, but I can't get distracted by that right now.
It seems my woman has lost her mind.
"You will have a choice, kitten," I growl, my grip tightening. "And you'll choose to let us handle it. Let us protect you. Don't you dare try to hand yourself over like a fucking sacrifice."
Emotion flashes in her eyes, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she leans forward, her lips trailing kisses down my chest, lingering over the inked letters of her name. Her breath is warm against my skin as she murmurs, "If it were you, wouldn't you do the same?"
Does she really think that's a legitimate argument right now?
"That's different," I counter, my voice strained. "It's my job to protect you-to keep you safe. That's not your role, Alyssa."
Her teeth graze my skin, and I groan despite the serious conversation we're having right now. I never thought our first real fight would be during sex, but I'm not complaining-not yet, at least.
She sits up slightly, her hips shifting just enough to send a wave of heat through me. Her smile is sly, but there's fire behind her eyes. She's challenging me, and part of me loves it. "Oh, really? And what's my role, Daddy?"
Shit. My cock jerks at the name, and a string of curses slip from my lips. She's relentless, her nails drawing fire across my chest, her lips trailing from my collarbone to my neck, her teeth grazing just enough to leave me marked.
"To be a mother. To raise our children. To stay alive so we can spoil you rotten for the rest of your long, beautiful life," I rasp, guiding her movements as my frustration bleeds into desperation.
She hums thoughtfully but continues grinding against me, teasing me with her every movement. "That's a nice fantasy, but you know Isaac will never let that happen."
"Fuck Isaac," I snarl, cradling her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. "He's dead the second I lay eyes on him. I'll make sure of it."
Her lips seal over mine, silencing any further words. Her pace quickens, her movements desperate as she chases her release.
"You feel so good," she murmurs against my lips. "I never want this to end."
I know she's talking about more than just the sex. My hands move over her body, stopping to squeeze her perfect, large breasts. "Then stop planning to throw yourself to the wolves. Stay with us, Alyssa. Let us protect you."
How many times do I need to tell her we'll make Isaac pay for everything he's done? He's hiding from us right now, but the second he reappears, I'm hunting him down.
Alyssa's reply is lost to the sounds of her pleasure as her body tightens around me. She slams herself up and down on my cock, her voice trembling as she cries out, "Daddy, I'm about to come!"
Fuckkkk. "Do it," I growl, my voice thick as I jackhammer up into her pussy, matching the rhythm of her hips as the coil in my stomach snaps. "Come for me, kitten. I want to feel it."
She shatters, her body convulsing, her nails scraping against my chest hard enough to draw blood. The sight of her unraveling, her pussy milking me, sends me flying off the edge, my grip on her hips nearly bruising as I pull her down, making sure she swallows every drop.
When her breathing slows, she collapses against my chest, the tension in her body melting away. I maneuver her gently to her side, my hand resting over her barely-swollen belly.
"King?" she whispers.
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
I want to say, If you love me, please stay with us forever, but I can't bring myself to beg. So, I just press a kiss to her damp hair. "I love you too. Now sleep, kitten."
Within moments, Alyssa's out, her breaths deep and steady. I hold her close, making a silent vow. Whatever Isaac plans, it won't be the end of us. I won't let it. I don't care if I have to handcuff her to me tomorrow, she won't even get the opportunity to try to tear herself away from us.
Fuck. I can't even think about being without my kitten without wanting to go into a blind rage. But I need to save that energy for when it's time to show her how deep my devotion is.
Isaac might think he's king shit right now-but I'll show him how a real king reacts when his queen is threatened.