Nikolai
When I slip back into King's room, Alyssa's still naked and asleep, bundled up in the covers. I hate to wake her up when she hasn't had enough to sleep, but Gray's demanding we be there in an hour.
"Sweet girl, wake up," I whisper, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as I gently pull the covers away from her body.
She mumbles something incoherent, rolls over, and pulls the covers back up. The sound of her soft snoring makes me chuckle. "C'mon, baby," I urge quietly, trailing my fingers along her smooth skin. "We really need to get moving. Your brother is an impatient asshole."
Still, no response.
Hmm. Maybe she needs more motivation.
A better alarm clock.
With a smirk, I flip her onto her back, careful not to move her too roughly. She groans in protest, and I can see the exhaustion clinging to her features. She's likely too sore from last night to be fucked again, but all I want right now is to taste her. Without King, just this one. Just me and her.
Leaning in between her legs, I inhale deeply, and the moment my nostrils flare with the sweet scent of her, I can't resist.
I sink my tongue between her holds, letting the heat of her pussy envelop me. A strangled moan escapes her, and she opens her legs wider, giving me better access.
"Good fucking girl," I praise, licking and sucking her pussy like there's no fucking tomorrow. I mean, it's a possibility when I'm touching her without King's permission. He's going to be pissed. He's going to punish me. Maybe even involve her.
My cock twitches at the thought.
"Fuck," Alyssa whimpers, arching off the bed so she can grind against my face. "This isn't the worst way to wake up."
"Sorry, sweet girl. I couldn't help myself." My voice is a low growl as I bury my face deeper between her legs, relishing the way she grips my hair, pulling me closer.
"Apologize with your fucking tongue," she breathes out, laughing softly between moans. "Yes. Just like that, Niko. That feels so fucking good. Don't stop!"
Her words make pre-cum weep from my aching dick.
Shit. She definitely isn't the only one with a praise kink.
I bite into her thigh, marking her where no one else can see, and her gasp sends a fresh spike of arousal through me. My mouth finds her clit again, swirling and teasing until she's bucking her hips.
"Come for me, sweet girl," I demand, knowing I have her right at the edge.
A harsh groan burst from her lips as her juices flood my mouth, and I swallow it all greedily.
"Good girl. My good fucking girl," I murmur, trailing kisses up her body before ripping off my sweatpants and straddling her. "Now it's my turn."
Yeah, there's no fucking doubt that King's going to be furious now, but if I don't come now, I'm going to be sporting an erection all day. That would be difficult to explain to Gray.
I position myself over her, sliding my cock between her perfect tits. The sight of her beneath me, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with need, makes me groan. "Suck my cock, baby," I order, my voice rough as I begin to thrust.
She doesn't need to be told twice. Her hands move to her breasts, squeezing them together as she takes me in her mouth. The warmth of her lips and the soft pressure of her tits is enough to make me lose control.
"Fuck, baby," I growl in approval. "Don't stop."
Her moans vibrate against my cock as I thrust deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip. I throw my head back, bracing my hands against the headboard. Tears spill down her cheeks, but she doesn't stop. She likes the control she has over me right now.
"Damn, I love this fucking mouth." In a few more thrusts, I explode down her throat, so much that I fill her mouth three times as she swallows.
"That's it. Drink all of me," I groan. She even cleans my cock before I pull out of her mouth. "Good girl. Now, we need to get up and get dressed. Like now."
Alyssa lays flat against the bed, still panting. "Um...where are we going?" she asks, looking up at me, her lips swollen from sucking me off.
"The clubhouse."
Her eyes widen in surprise. "Like the clubhouse, clubhouse?"
I nod, chuckling. "Yes, baby."
I make a mental note that I need to untrain myself from calling her pet names today. Most of Gray's attention will be on King. He thinks he is the one trying to fuck her, so I have a little bit of leeway, but not much. One slipup, and we're both dead.
Once we're both dressed-her wearing snug jeans, a black shirt, and a faded jean jacket, the look making her the rebellious beauty I've always known-I open the door, and we head downstairs to the living room. King's on the couch, Zuri lounging peacefully in his arms. She's wearing a yellow sunflower outfit, complete with a yellow bow perched on her head.
As soon as we enter, King's gaze snaps to mine, and the tension hits like a sucker punch. Most people wouldn't catch it, but I know him well enough to tell that he's fucking pissed. The scar over his eye tightens and pulses, twitching with every second we've been gone too long.
Oops. I definitely fucked up.
"Hi princess," Alyssa coos, taking Zuri from King's arms.
King's rumbles low, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Good morning, kitten. Took you a while to get up, huh?" The slight edge to his voice is unmistakable.
Alyssa flushes immediately, averting his intense gaze. "Um...yeah," she mutters.
Shit. We need to work on her poker face.
King rises with slow, measured movements, each step he takes toward me full of purpose. When he stops in front of me, he doesn't say a word. He just grabs me by the back of my neck, and crushes his lips against mine. His kiss is punishing, demanding, and my knees damn near buckle under the heat of it. His tongue explores my mouth, searching for the evidence I know he's looking for.
When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with rage and something else. "Bold of you to taste her without my permission."
I swallow hard. "Sorry, Daddy. I couldn't help myself."
He clicks his tongue, his expression hardening. "I know. Your punishment can wait until later. Yours too, kitten."
Shit, I got her in trouble too. We're going to have so much fun tonight.
"What? Why me? I was sleeping!" Alyssa protests, her pout adorable.
King's eyes narrow, a dangerous glint in them. "Because if I kiss you, I'll taste him on your tongue. You were plenty awake for that."
Her cheeks are bright red, filled with a mix of shame and arousal. "Maybe," she whispers, her eyes darting away.
King grunts, satisfied. "That's what I thought." He then gets back on topic. "We need to get going, but I need you to eat something first."
Alyssa frowns. "I'm not really hungry."
"And I didn't really ask," King snaps. "Niko made you come on an empty stomach. I know you're nervous about going to the clubhouse, but you need something in your system."
She opens her mouth to argue with him, but I chime in, flashing her a wink. "Don't argue with him, sweet girl. We're already in enough trouble as it is."
She shoots me a playful glare, but there's no real heat behind it. "Yeah, because of you." Still, she grabs an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl and tosses them into Zuri's diaper bag. "There, happy?"
I smirk, looking at King. "Are you happy now, Daddy?"
"Not enough," he growls, his gaze burning into both of us. "We'll see how the rest of the day goes first."
Alyssa's nerves start to really show as she bounces Zuri on her hip. "Are we really going to the clubhouse today?" she asks, her voice laced with unease. "I mean...Gray's really allowing that?"
King rolls his eyes. "He's demanding it. That's why we need to go now because I don't know how much I can hold myself back if he tries to give me a goddamn lecture about us being late."
Alyssa chews on her lip, glancing anxiously at Zuri. "And it's safe for her?"
I step closer, placing a hand on her lower back. "Of course, sweet girl. Our security's tight. Two guards at the door, cameras everywhere. Not even Satan himself could get in."
She nods slowly, letting her trust in us as her men ground her. "Okay," she says softly, her shoulders relaxing.
We head outside, the early morning sun barely creeping over the horizon, casting a golden light over the house. As we step into the driveway, the roar of a motorcycle approaches, and Mason pulls up beside Alyssa's car. He cuts off the engine, removing his helmet and glancing between the three of us with confusion etched into his features. "Where are we going?"
"The clubhouse," I reply, keeping my tone casual. "Gray's orders."
Mason raises an eyebrow, his expression hardening. He knows exactly what this means-just like King and I do. Gray has come up with another plan.
And I don't fucking trust him anymore.
Not with Alyssa.
Not with Zuri.
He can fuck off.
It's a dangerous game he's playing. He's doing whatever he can to pull her away from us, but I won't allow him to take away my new family.