Alyssa
Niko strips off his clothes, his eyes locking onto the mess coating my skin. He drops to his knees beside me, his tongue darting out to taste the other boys' essences. The first slow, deliberate drag of his tongue up my chest makes me shudder, but it's the guttural moan rumbling deep in his chest that really sets me on fire.
"Fuck," he groans, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands grip my waist, guiding me onto my back as he laps at every trace of King and Mason like he just can't get enough.
"You taste so fucking good like this," he mutters, his voice muffled as his tongue moves lower. "All of you—every inch of you—is mine to clean."
The possessiveness in his tone makes my thighs clench, a soft mewl spilling from my lips. His tongue swirls around my nipple, his teeth grazing before his lips close over it with a hard suck that sends sparks shooting straight to my core.
Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. The kiss is messy, his lips and tongue devouring me as he hoists my leg over his shoulder. His fingers dig into my hips, and in one swift thrust, he's inside me, filling me deliciously.
"Nikolai," I moan, my back aching off the floor as pleasure crashes over me.
"That's it," he growls, his hips driving deeper, harder. "Take me, baby."
I tilt my head, catching King and Mason watching us. Their gazes burn into me, heavy with lust, but they don't move, content letting Niko use me as his own personal fucktoy.
Shit. So am I. Though, it's been too long since I've had all them inside my holes at once.
I think I still want to play out that fantasy King had in mind...
"You guys just gonna watch, or are you joining?" Niko teases, though his focus never leaves me. Before they even answer, he flips me onto my hands and knees, slamming back into me.
The new angle is merciless, his cock hitting spots that have me crying out. One hand slides to my throat, his grip firm, while the other bruises my hip as he uses it to hold me in place. The slap of his pelvis against my ass echoes in the room, filthy and raw.
"Nah. You've got this," King mutters from his chair, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "She sucked the rest of my energy, and my shoulder still burns like a motherfucker."
Niko's hips stutter. "What the fuck happened to your shoulder?"
"Phillips shot him," Mason murmurs from the couch, his arm draped lazily over his face. He sounds half-asleep, but I can't be sure.
Niko freezes, his grip tightening. "And no one thought to mention this to me? I get needing to stay back to protect our girls, but for fuck's sake, I should still be in the loop when something serious goes down, like you getting fucking shot."
"It was just a graze, slut," King reassures him. "Not a big deal."
The shift in Niko's energy is instant. His teeth clench, his body tensing before his hips snap forward with renewed fervor, his thrusts long and brutal. Even through my moans, he keeps talking, his tone clipped and laced with frustration.
"You getting hurt is always a big deal to me. One of you should've called me."
The sternness in his tone sends another gush of wetness pooling between my legs.
Shit. Maybe he should lecture them more often—I wouldn't mind.
"Mace, didn't you say we needed to work on communication?" Niko throws out, his tone laced with sharp sarcasm and lingering anger.
"Yeah, you're right," Mason mutters, sounding too drained to be having this conversation right now. It seems torturing people really wore them out and my blowjob just finished them off.
It's surreal, being fucked like this while Niko casually berates them, but when I shift slightly, he yanks me back hard on his dick.
"Whoa, where are you going, sweet girl?" he growls low in my ear, his voice dripping with authority. "I didn't say you could move."
I whimper, the sound turning into a desperate moan as he rewards my obedience with a searing kiss to the curve of my neck. His tongue trails over my skin, hot and teasing, until nothing else exists except the pleasure he's giving me.
The heat pooling in my belly threatens to consume me, each brutal thrust sending me closer to the edge. The slick, obscene sounds of his cock pounding into me mix with my cries, and when I meet King and Mason's gazes again, the intensity in their stares pushes me even further.
"God, I love this pussy so much," Niko groans, his voice a mix of desire and awe.
"Fuck, I'm close," I moan, my body trembling.
"I know," he murmurs, one hand sliding between my thighs to rub tight, relentless circles over my clit. "C'mon milk my cock, baby. Let me feel you."
My body seizes, the pleasure coiling so tightly I can't breathe.
"Look at me," King demands, his tone penetrating, cutting the haze.
My gaze locks with his molten amber eyes, and his command hits me like a trigger.
"Come for us, kitten," he growls, and with those words, I shatter.
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After Niko cleans me up—first with his tongue and then with a cloth—we all crawl into bed, even though Zuri will probably wake up in the next hour or so. King and Mason had already fallen asleep in the living room, but we woke them up just long enough to move them into the room, where they wouldn't wake up aching later.
I decide to lie at the end of the bed, just in case I need to piss like a racehorse. Niko lies beside me, with King and Mason sprawled out side-to-side on the other end. Niko wraps his arms around me, his fingers combing through my hair in that soothing way he knows I love.
We lie in comfortable silence, the room dim and warm, until I finally give in to the question that's been burning on my tongue. "So...you knew about them going after that police chief?"
"I knew the second you told us," he murmurs, his voice low and calm. "If King can't go after Isaac right now, he'll just hunt down whoever he can get his hands on in the meantime."
I swallow hard, mulling over his words. Should I feel ashamed for how deeply they love me? Of how far they're willing to go to protect me?
Maybe, if I lived in a normal world.
But I don't, and ashamed is the farthest thing I feel when it comes to them.
I love their fierce protectiveness. It makes me feel...stronger. Like I could face anything.
And maybe that's what I want to do.
"Niko?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Hmm?" he hums, already sounding half-asleep, probably from fucking the hell out of me earlier.
"Do you think...it's possible for me to visit the police chief before you guys get rid of him?"
His hand stills, the air thickening between us as he processes my words. His tone shifts, suddenly guarded. "And why would my sweet girl want to do that?"
I bite my lip. "I figured if I could face this monster, it might make facing Isaac again easier, you know?"
He's quiet for a long moment before he finally speaks. "I'm sure King wouldn't say no to that." His chuckle is soft, almost to himself. "But be prepared to see him in his element—it might scare you a little. You already know how intense he is. Give him an enemy he can do anything he wants to, and he gets...creative. Oh, and just warning you now—he might want to fuck you in his blood."
My lips twitch despite myself. Any normal person would be horrified, but... "I expect nothing less."
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Of course you would say that. You were made for us." Then, glancing towards King, he sighs heavily. "I just hope he lets his damn shoulder heal instead of being the stubborn asshole he usually is."
The mix of love and frustration on his face makes me smile. "I think people in hell would get ice water before that happened." I rub my belly absently, my gaze softening as it lingers on King's sleeping form. "But maybe I can guilt him into taking it easy—just until it heals."
Using the baby growing inside me might be a low blow, but it's the only way I can think of to make him behave and not make any more reckless decisions for the time being.
"Is it possible to make a doctor's appointment for this afternoon?" I ask, my tone thoughtful.
I'd been hoping to hold off for a few more days, just to get rid of any lingering traces of the bruises on my ass, but today is as good a day as any.
A wide, boyish grin spreads across Niko's face, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "You kidding? I'll get it set up right now."