Chapter 95
Alyssa
As soon as Zuri is down for her nap, King wastes no time. I’m ushered into his bedroom, where Niko and Mason are already waiting, their arms crossed over their broad chests as they lean casually against the wall.
King strides in after me, shuning the door with a profound click. His dominance shifts into overdrive as he looks at Niko and Mason, completely ignoring me as I sit on the edge of the bed. “Both of you…strip her. Now,”
My heart stutters, a rush of heat prickling my skin. “What?” I choke out, a little voice of protest rising in me
He doesn’t answer, doesn’t even glance in my direction. His attention is solely on them, his tone sharp and unyielding. The tension in the room thickens as Mason steps towards me, his touch gentle as he removes my shin and bra. Niko kneels, his hands trailing down my legs as he pulls off my leggings and panties, kissing my thighs as he goes.
“Niko.” King growls, his voice a warning “Don’t baby her. Not right now.”
Niko pulls back with a groan, his hands lingering on my calves. “Can’t help it. She hasn’t let us near
us near her in over a week.”
Completely hare, my arms instinctively move to cover myself, but I know what King’s doing. He wants me exposed physically and emotionally. He tils his head as he watches me, his expression unreadable except for the fiery embers in his eyes
“When did you start hiding yourself from us again, Alyssa?” His voice is filled with a calm mulice that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The way he’s using my real name instead of his usual filthy endearments means he’s not fucking around.
He steps closer, towering over me as I kneel on the bed. “Our woman has been feeling left out, questioning her place, like she doesn’t own our goddamn souls.
His words cut deep, leaving me breathless.
“So, let’s clear the air,” he continues, his focus shifting to Niko. “Why have we been fucking so much, Niko
Niko’s grin is audible. “To keep you from humping her 21/7 like a horny fucking do
Thite my lip, my chest tightening.
King’s hand suddenly grips my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You see,” he begins, his voice dipping lower, laced with a possessive edge. “Twe been good for you, we all have. We’ve been respecting your boundaries, letting you heal at your own pace. But I see now that giving you space let doubt seep into your head. Doubt that we’re not all absolutely fucking obsessed with you. Doubt that just because you’re already carrying our seed, I don’t still have to fight the urge to keep my cock buried inside you every second of every day. Doubt that we’ll love you forever–in this life or any
of the ma
My breath catches as his hand slides to rest against my stomach, but even when I finch, he grips my chin tighter. “This is our baby growing inside you, and we’d burn the world to ash before losing you, Zuri, and this child.”
His words hit like a ton of bricks, a mix of relief and guilt crashing over me. I swallow hard, fighting back tears. I’ve never been loved this deeply before, but I keep questioning them, even when I’m the one who was pushing them away.
Did Isaac really break me that much!
“Mason was right.” King says, his voice softening but no less commanding. “We all need to learn how to communicate better. That means you too, kitten. This shouldn’t have gone on for a whole week. The second you felt excluded, you should’ve come to us and told us. Yes, we have our own relationship, but you’re the center of our fucking universe”
“Exactly,” Niko chimes in. “We’d never purposely hurt you, sweet girl.”
King nods at him. “Niko, bring me her vest. It’s time to erase this doubt once and for all.”
I can’t look anywhere but at King as Niko slides the vest with King’s patch over my arms. The familiar weight of it settles against my bare skin, grounding me even as I squirm under their collective attention.
“You’re going to kneel right here on this bed, King orders, histone brooking no argument. “And don’t move until it’s done.”
My brows pinch together. Until what’s donet
1 kneel as King instructed, my knees tucked beneath me. My mind races, but I force myself to stay still, knowing that I can trust my men.
King opens the door, and my breath catches as a man I recognize from the MC walks in Buster, I think? He’s carrying a black case, his eyes not
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daring to shift in my direction.
“The second you even think about looking at her, I’ll cut your goddamn eyeballs out and feed them to you,” King growls menacingly before yanking his shirt over his head, settling into the chair and pouring himself a glass of whiskey,
“Understood.” Buster responds, his voice low.
My question of what the hell is going on answers itself when Buster sets the case on the dresser, flipping it open. The unmistakable tools for tattooing. Mason hands him a piece of paper, and Buster studies it briefly before nodding, the tattoo gun buzzing to life.
Holy shit. Is he doing what I think he’s doing?
I glance at King, my focus snapping to him as Buster starts working on his chest. His eyes remain locked on mine, the unrelenting intensity making my skin beat and my thighs clench together. The air between us crackles with electricity, the sound of the machine amplifying every charged
“Fuck,” Niko mutters, his gaze dropping to the slickness gathering between my thighs. I think she’s turned on by this, King
Mason drags a finger through my shit, his chuckle low and knowing. Turned on is an understatement. She’s fucking soaked”
How could I not be? I always think King’s joking when he says insane shit–like getting my name tatted–but Fm starting to find out it’s always a promise.
miting for? I’m a lit
a little busy r
right now. Worship her, show her how
King’s gaze darkens, a finger tapping against his glass. “Well, what are you fuckers waiting for? much you missed her”
Mason shifts onto the bed, pulling me toward him. “On my face, little warrior”
“W–What about “My protest dies on my lips as I glance at Buster, who’s absorbed in his work.
“It’s fine, Niko says, his voice a low purr: “Buster minds his business that pays him”
As promised, Buster continues to ignore us like we’re not even there. I wonder how often he’s in situations like these. Probably a lot, considering he’s in a motorcycle club
Mason rugs me forward, guiding me to straddle his face. My heart races as I lower myself into him, his tongue immediately finding my most sensitive spot. The first swipe sends a shiver rippling through me, a soft moan slipping from my lips before I can stop it,
Niko moves behind me, sliding the vest aside just enough to expose the breasts. His hands are warm and firm as he cups them, pinching and rolling my nipples. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and biting in a way that makes my body arch involuntarily,
Every nerve in my body feels alive, the sensations overwhelming as Mason’s tongue works me over with expert precision. I grind against him, my moans growing louder despite the presence of a stranger in the room.
“Such a good girl” Niko murmurs in my ear, his voice thick with approval. His words send a rush of heat through me, and when his teeth graze my
shoulder. I’m lost.
The orgasm slams into me like a freight train, Jewing me trembling and gasping for breath. Mason groans against me, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me steady as I ride out the aftershocks.
I roll off Mason, my legs shaky and my entire body overstimulated. Niko’s cock has awakened, but instead of doing anything about it, he wraps the blanket around my body, pulling me against his chest.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “If we ever give you a reason to have the insane ideas you had in your head earlier again, please just talk to us, baby. I can’t go that long without touching you again.” He buries his face in my hair inhaling my scent. “We’ll always need you Always.”
I smile against his chest, the warmth of his words settling deep inside me. “Promise”
“Promise,” he replies, his tone soft but absolute. “You want us to get your name tatted on us one day too?”
The thought sends a thrill straight through me, lighting me up inside. “Yeah, I say, getting v like a brand. “As soon as you guys are ready to tell Gray:
wel a
again by the idea of all my men wearing my name
Mason chuckles beside us. “Can’t wait for that conversation. It’s been a while since I’ve been shot at
When King’s tattoo is finished, Buster bolts like the room’s on Ere, his heavy footsteps retreating quickly down the hall. I barely notice his departure because King is already pulling me onto his lap, his delicious scent enveloping me as I settle against him.
My gaze drops to the bandage on his chest, and I reach out to trace the edges. My name is etched in bold cursive over his heart. “You really did it” 1
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whisper, in complete awe
The sight is almost too much. A hot mix of disbelief and desire surges through me, and heat pools between my legs like a waterfall.
This isn’t just a tattoo–it’s a declaration of our forever. Something Isaac never even pretended to give me because he didn’t love me in the first place
King chuckles softly, pulling my gaze up to his face. “You like it, don’t you, kitten?” he purrs, his smirk slow and wicked, a promise that he’s about to main me in the best way.
“I love it. I breathe, unable to hide how turned on I am.
His hand slides down my back, gripping my ass firmly. “Prove how much you love it–ride my cock, kitten.”
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