King The night air is thick with the scent of pine and earth as I count down from ten, each number a beat pounding in my chest. Alyssa's footsteps have already disappeared into the dark woods, and the thrill of the hunt sparks a wild heat low in my gut. It's a perfect night for this, to let out all my pent-out need I've managed to keep in check for the past week. Just the way she looked at me when I told her to run makes me think my girl's ready for every dark fantasy I've ever imagined. Three...two...one. I step into the forest, each stride unhurried, deliberate, letting our instincts—hunter and prey—build. My voice cuts through the shadows. "Kitten, where are you?" The sound echoes, making my cock throb painfully. I picture her chest rising and falling rapidly, her pussy gushing as she fantasizes about everything I'm going to do to her. After what she started on my bike, she should've known a punishment was coming. I don't give a fuck if I've been riding since I was
Alyssa Once King and I return to the clubhouse, my mind is a blur of tension and dread. Tomorrow, we'll be walking into Bones's territory, and anything could go wrong. I barely have time to dwell on it, though, because as we head down the hallway towards my room, I'm suddenly pulled into another room across the hall by my arm. I yelp, but the sound is swallowed by a mouth on mine, Niko's familiar scent filling my nostrils. His hands slide down my shoulders, pushing my jacket off, and with a sharp tug, he rips my shirt right down the middle. "Niko," I gasp. "I know, I'm sorry, sweet girl," he says between greedy kisses. "I'm so fucking horny, I haven't had you in what feels like forever. I can't wait anymore." Before I know it, he's flinging me on the bed, his gaze dark and hungry as he yanks my pants down. His eyes flare when he sees I'm bare underneath. His mouth curves, and he gives a low, hungry growl that makes my pussy throb. Holy shit. Is this what happens wh
Mason After bringing Alyssa to climax, the need to be inside her courses through me like a live wire. Watching her come undone because of me...it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Still feeling a little hesitant, I tug down my shorts. Alyssa's eyes widen, a spark of intrigue igniting in her gaze. I know what she's looking at— my cock piercing. It was one of my more reckless decisions during a time when I needed a physical outlet for the pain I couldn't escape. "Woah, did that hurt?" she asks, still staring at it. I shake my head, offering a small grin. "Not really. I've felt worse." Except maybe now. Now that she's opened her heart to me, if she were to change her mind, I don't know if I'd ever recover. Probably shatter my fucking soul. She's everything to me—my guiding light, the one bright star in a universe that's felt dark for so long. It feels surreal, though, that my first time with her is happening here, with King and Niko watching. But I can't let my
Alyssa I wake up enveloped in warmth and a simmering need—a hot tongue between my thighs, hands teasing my breasts, and lips trailing fire along my neck. "Nap time's over, kitten," King growls against my ear, his voice as husky as it is commanding. "You've got three hungry men to satisfy." Peeking through heavy lashes, I see Niko devouring me while Mason's fingers pinch my nipples until they harden. The sight, the feel of them, overwhelms me with desire. Even though my body is sore from the last round, it doesn't take long before I'm falling apart under their touch. Before I can catch my breath, Niko pulls me up and onto him as if I'm a rag doll. "Mace said he wanted to see how we fuck you together. Let's give him a show, sweet girl," he purrs in my ear. My voice is still slightly husky with sleep as I exhale, "Okay." I glance over to see Mason now sitting in a chair, his green eyes a darker shade of green, transfixed on us. Niko easily works himself into me, his c
King I settle into the cramped tub, pulling Alyssa back against my chest, my thighs framing hers. Baths aren't my thing, but when she asked me to join, I couldn't say no. Besides, I need to make sure she's okay after what we just did. "You're not hurt, are you?" My fingers trace a light path along her thighs, feeling the heat radiating off her silky skin. We shouldn't have fucked her twice tonight, but when we noticed her getting wet in her sleep, none of us could hold back. Mason was curious how we fuck her together, and she seemed just as excited to show him. "No," she murmurs. "Actually, it was better than I thought." A slight shiver runs through her, and she pauses. "I just had to remind myself that you weren't Isaac...that you weren't doing it just to hurt me. And then it started feeling incredible." "That was the goal, kitten." I kiss the top of her head before taking a washcloth, easing into a rhythm as I wash her, letting the quiet wrap around us. This feels st
TW: Child abuse, sexual abuse, nightmares Alyssa I'm sitting on one of the men's laps, like I always do when Daddy has his meetings. He's sitting at the front, talking to one of the men in his deep voice. They're all wearing black and don't have faces, but somehow, I can still feel them looking at me. I look down and see I'm wearing my favorite green skirt. I don't like sitting on this man's lap. His hands are big, and they keep touching my legs. It feels wrong, but I don't say anything. Daddy says not to talk during meetings. It's just a game. When it's over, I get a prize. I try not to listen to the men talking. They say things that make my stomach hurt. "Jax, when are you gonna let me try this one out?" one of them asks, and the other men just laugh. I don't like it. I look at Daddy. He's not looking at me, but he's still talking to them. "Settle down, boys," Daddy says, his voice strong and loud. "You know she's off-limits. If you want to play, go play with the gi
Alyssa Gray joined us for breakfast. Just seeing him sitting across from me sends last night's dream looping in my mind again. I don't have much of an appetite, but the guys insisted I eat something. I sip on a strawberry-banana smoothie, watching as Zuri feeds herself oatmeal. "These withdrawals are a bitch," Gray mutters, looking worn out. "Stayed up all night, sweating and throwing up." Niko frowns, his voice tinged with irritation. "Damn, man. She really should've just tapered your dosage, not cut you off cold. Does she know you could've had a seizure? I looked that up this morning." Gray rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah, she said it was a low chance. And since she's ovulating next week, she hopes I'll be able to...perform. It's not like I wasn't ready to start having kids too, but I didn't think it'd be this damn hard to make one." Niko claps him on the back. "It'll happen, just keep busting nuts in her. Eventually it'll have to work, right?" Great. Now I've officially
King Fuck, she's pissed. I can barely keep my grip on her as I carry her to our other room. Good thing Niko and Mason insisted on staying across the hall. We've got a room for our "domestic" nights, and then there's this one—for all the dirty things we want to do with her. Most members don't live at the clubhouse anyway, so our secret will remain safe. Majority of them have their own lives outside, coming here for only lock-downs or to mess around with the clubwhores who have nothing else to do but open their legs. The second I saw her grab Gray, looking like she was ready to swing at him, my cock throbbed. Having to stop her from lunging across the table at Christine has me sporting a full-fucking erection. I drop her to her feet, pushing her back against the wall with my body pinning her down. She's still fighting hard, her hazel eyes blazing as she screams for me to let her go. What Christine said was way out of line, she deserved everything Alyssa was going to do to he
Alyssa I can't believe I'm doing this. I took the car after Gray was arrested, not bothering to tell the guys. Now Logan's in the passenger seat, and Christine's sitting quietly behind him. I've pulled the seat in close, gripping the wheel tight as I weave through traffic like a woman possessed. I know I shouldn't have taken off the way I did, but something inside me needed to feel in control again. Especially after the day I've had. I haven't driven since the day I escaped Isaac, and...it just feels good. Besides, I shouldn't feel guilty anyway. I'm a grown-ass woman, and technically, King bought this car for me, so really, I'm not doing anything wrong, right? But even as I tell myself that, the guilt gnaws at me. I know the guys are going to be furious with me anyway. I'm in serious trouble, and the thought fills me with a mix of apprehension and a strange thrill. I still can't believe Gray punched Isaac in the face, and I'm pretty sure he broke his nose. There was blo
Nikolai King doesn't take my offer of letting me help him calm down. Instead, he just destroys the meeting room. I watch in tense silence, swirling a glass of whiskey, the sound of his fists slamming against the walls ringing in my ears. Fuck. Every second we're in here while Alyssa's out there with him feels like a thousand knives twisting in my gut. But King? He's on a rampage, tearing through the room like the fucking Hulk. Gray was right—King would've ended up arrested or killed out there, and I can't lose him. The only reason I'm okay letting the woman I love be out there without us is because I know Gray and War aren't going to let anything happen to her. I cringe as King destroys Gray's chair. Yeah, Gray's not gonna love that, but it's better than King pummeling Isaac like this in front of the cops. We already know King's never been one to have control over his emotions, but when it comes to Alyssa? It's a hundred times worse. Each punch King throws is an explo
Gray When Alyssa looks at me, I already know what's running through her head. Her eyes plead with me, but behind that desperation is a determination I've never seen before. She's going to sacrifice herself. Whatever bullshit he's feeding her has wormed its way into her brain, convincing her that she has no other choice and going with him is the only way to protect her child. I can't let it happen. I know I made her a promise, but now, watching her stare down the devil himself, I can't go through with it. If I let her walk away with him, King will fucking kill me—and I won't even fight back because I'll deserve it. Even worse than that, I'll have to live with myself knowing that I failed her. Again. Isaac's playing his hand perfectly, like the smug, manipulative asshole he is. Dragging the law into this was a bitch move, and he knows it. He's got just enough leverage to make Alyssa think she's cornered, but what he doesn't know is that we can play just as dirty. Wha
Alyssa Isaac's gaze rakes over me, his mouth twisting with disgust. I know exactly what he's thinking. Tight clothes, makeup—things he always despised. Not because he cared about how I looked, but because I wasn't what he wanted. I realize now that no matter how hard I tried back then, I'd never be 6'2", muscular, and hung like a goddamn horse ready to shove my cock into his ass and mouth—you know, like the fantasies he hates himself for. I cross my arms over my chest, forcing my tone calm despite the malice burning beneath. "I thought you said we don't bring the law into family matters." His head tilts, a razor-sharp smile cutting across his face. "That's before you ran off with my daughter, tried to hit me with a fucking car and hid behind a bunch of thugs for months." He says the word "thugs" like a curse, daring me to react. "I didn't kidnap Zuri," I snap, my voice rising despite trying to remain calm. "You said you'd kill me. Bury me where no one would ever find me
Alyssa The sight of Isaac sends an icy chill racing through me, like shards of glass piercing my skin. It feels like I can't fucking breathe, and I instinctively step closer to King, clutching his jacket like it's the only thing keeping me upright. His body stiffens in response, a dark energy rising within him as he positions himself in front of me, shielding me from my husband's view. Niko and War shift, their bodies taut with the same protective force radiating off King. After sending Christine inside with two of his men, Gray's voice cuts cold as steel as he addresses the police, "What can we help you with, officers?" A grizzled, older man with a stoic face steps forward, his hand resting on the holster of his gun. His eyes flicker nervously between us. "Mr. Carter requested a civil escort to speak with his wife." Wife. The word twists in my gut, making me want to vomit again. I shake my head, forcing my voice to steady. "I'm not his wife anymore." "Wrong. We're still
Alyssa "Let's ride!" Gray's commanding voice booms through the parking lot, drawing a cheer from the crowd of bikers. King helps me onto the back of his bike, his hands firm but careful. I slide into place, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. His scent—leather with a hint of spice—wraps around me, and I bite my lip against the heat stirring deep in my core. Engines roar to life around us, the sound vibrating through my chest and sending goosebumps racing over my skin. As we take off behind Dave, Gray, and Niko, the others fall into formation, a unified force rumbling through the streets. We take a scenic route out of town, and I'm momentarily mesmerized by the blur of rich autumn colors. The crisp autumn air fills my lungs, and for a fleeting moment, I allow myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, today will be okay. Isaac can't be stupid enough to show his face with this much firepower around me. But the tension in my chest refuses to fade. All I can t
Alyssa "Oh my gosh, there you are, Alyssa!" Ashley squeals, throwing her arms around me before Chelsea follows suit, squeezing me just as tightly. As soon as I stepped out of the car, they were already waiting for me in front of the clubhouse, surrounded by the bikers quickly filling the parking lot for today's event. Seeing my friends again feels so damn good, even if this isn't just a reunion. It's a plan, a strategy. If things go south today with Isaac, they'll be the ones running with my daughter to safety. "Who is he?" Chelsea's question snaps me out of my thoughts, her gaze flickering over my shoulder. I don't need to turn around to know who she's talking about. War's presence looms, sharp and unsettling, like a thorn embedded in my side. He's been babysitting me since Gray called the guys inside, and while I still don't understand why he's here, I'm relieved he rode his own bike. If I had to ride in the car with him, I would've lost my shit. I'd rather have Loga
Mason "Did last night feel different to anyone else?" Niko asks, his voice tinged with concern as he lazily stirs protein shakes for himself and King. I'm at the table with Zuri, who's giggling as I help her cut up her eggs. Eggs and sausage seemed like an easy meal, considering we'll likely be out all morning. It still blows my mind that I told King about what happened—about how I thought I was going through some type of bi-awakening or something. Or maybe he's right. Maybe I was just hornier than I thought and seeing him and Niko fuck just set me off. But does that really explain why my cock twitched watching Niko lick my cum off Alyssa's hand? Damn. I planned to take it to my grave, but it felt good to talk to King about it. I didn't feel like such a freak after, and maybe one day, when I'm a lot fucking braver, I'll take him on his offer of exploring whatever the hell that was. "Different how?" I ask Niko, biting into a piece of sausage. Zuri mirrors me, grinning,
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 sh