Alyssa
"Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning.
Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my boys, that only means one thing.
"What are you doing up, kitten?" King asks, sidestepping my question with practiced ease.
I narrow my eyes, refusing to let him off the hook. "Waiting for you. You've been gone all night, and I wanted to call, but I had a pretty good idea what you two were up to."
I'm not stupid. I'd have to be blind not to notice the tension in King's shoulders the past few days, the way he's been pacing like a caged predator. Now, though? He looks...calm. Relaxed even. And that scares me.
He didn't go after Isaac, did he?
No. Mason would've stopped him. I'm sure of it.
But that means he went after someone else. But who?
My gaze sharpens. "What did you do?"
King's jaw ticks, and Mason glances at him before speaking. "We handled the police chief."
"Handled?" My stomach twists, bile threatening to rise.
Did they think about how reckless that was? What if they got caught? What if I lost them?
King steps closer, his gaze locking onto mine with unyielding intensity. "We made sure he'll never lay another hand on a woman again or send them back to their abuser."
My breath catches. "Y-You killed him?"
Holy shit. There's no way there's not going to be a search party for him. He's the police chief, for fuck's sake. They're not just going to let it go, like he just decided to wake up and disappear tomorrow. What the fuck were they thinking?
King shakes his head. "Not yet. Gray wants to keep him breathing for now. He has a plan or some shit."
"Gray?" My voice pitches higher. "He's involved in this too?"
Since when did Gray do anything but bark orders?
Mason rubs the back of his head, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. "Yeah, it was kind of a team effort."
I blink, my gaze snagging on the bandage peeking out from under King's shirt. A fresh wave of panic floods me and I rush over to him. "Oh my god. Are you hurt?"
King brushes it off with maddening nonchalance. "Just a graze, kitten."
"You got shot?" I nearly shriek.
He smirks, that arrogant tilt of his lips both infuriating, and, annoyingly, sexy. "You should see the other guy."
Before I can yell or strangle him, Mason cuts in, his voice steady. "Relax, little warrior. I promise, I had his back the entire time."
I shoot him a glare, my pulse still hammering. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? He still got hurt and either of you could've-"
"Stop." King's voice is firm, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. He cups my face, his touch grounding me. "We're fine. I'm fine. And trust me, it was worth it."
The knot in my chest loosens slightly, but my pulse spikes again when King adds, "Besides, you should've seen Mason lose his shit."
My gaze snaps to Mason, whose cheeks flush slightly. "What did you do?"
King chuckles, clearly amused. "After I carved that motherfucker up, Mace here rubbed salt into the wounds—literally. I've never seen him so...passionate."
I bite my lip, heat curling low in my belly at the image, but a war rages inside me. I know I should be angry—furious, even. Furious that King got hurt, that they risked everything. Yet, knowing what they did—for me.... all I feel right now is grateful.
And so unbelievably horny.
King catches the flicker of desire in my eyes, and his lips curl into a knowing smirk. He steps closer, his voice dipping low, rough as gravel. "Does that turn you on, kitten? Knowing we tortured him for you?"
My cheeks burn. I hate that he can always see right through me. Hate it, but crave it, too. His smirk widens as he presses his hips against mine, letting me feel the hard evidence of his arousal.
"You're such a fucking menace," I murmur, my voice trembling, caught somewhere between frustration and raw need.
"And you love it," he says smugly.
Yeah. Yeah I do.
The tension crackles between us like a live wire, and I can't hold back any longer. I pull away, dropping to my knees before them. King and Mason's gaze darken, their hunger palpable as they watch me.
King tilts his head, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "What are you doing down there, baby? Do you need something in your mouth while your pretty pussy is dripping for us?"
"Fuck, yes," I reply breathlessly, my hands already working to free him from his jeans. His monster cock springs free, and my mouth waters at the sight. I tug Mason's pants down next, his piercing glinting in the dim light as his length stands eager and ready.
I don't know if it's the baby hormones or what, but if I don't get their cocks in my mouth in the next second, I'm going to die.
I take them both in my hand, their weight and heat sending a thrill through me. I start slowly, licking the underside of King's cock before turning to Mason, teasing the head of his crown with my tongue.
Their groans ripple through the room, low and guttural, spurring me on.
"Fuck, Alyssa," Mason moans, his voice strained as I take him deep, curling my tongue around him. I suck him harder, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum, while my hand pumps King's shaft.
King growls low in his throat, the sound reverberating straight to my core. His hips jerk slightly against my hand, demanding more attention.
I pull back enough to giggle, glancing up at him through my lashes. "Patience, Daddy. I'll take care of you too."
The feral gleam in his eyes sends fresh arousal flooding down my thighs. I shift my attention to him, my lips parting as he sinks into my mouth. My eyes water, but I don't stop until his tip brushes the back of my throat.
"Shit," King hisses, his head falling back as his fingers tangle in my hair. "Your mouth feels fucking amazing."
I switch back and forth, giving each of them my full attention, reveling in the way their groans grow louder and more desperate. The air around us is thick with heat, their masculine need crashing over me like a tidal wave.
My hands work faster, my mouth taking them deeper as I chase their release. The thought of both of them coming for me—on me—sends a delicious thrill through my body.
"Stick your tongue out for us," King commands, his voice tight with restraint.
I obey without hesitation, my tongue darting out as I look up at them.
They groan in unison, and hot spurts of their release coat my face, my chest, even dripping between my thighs. The primal satisfaction in their eyes leaves me trembling, my body buzzing from head to toe.
King collapses into his chair, while Mason falls back against the couch, both of them spent and utterly undone.
Before I can even catch my breath, a low whistle cuts through the room. My gaze snaps toward the sound, and I find Niko casually leaning against the wall, his eyes pinned on me still on my knees.
Damn. Where did he come from?
"Wow," he drawls, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That was a fun little show, but I can't believe you guys started without me."
He stalks forward, licking his lips as his eyes rake over me. "And what a messy little slut we have here. Lucky for you, I'm starving."
His words send a shiver down my spine, anticipation igniting inside me as his gaze promises I'm about to be devoured.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.