Nikolai As I make Alyssa a breakfast smoothie, I carefully measure the liquid prenatal vitamin I've been giving her all week. I steady my hand as I pour it into the blender, making sure I don't spill a single drop. Our girl needs all the nutrients she can get. "What the fuck are you doing?" Mas
She needs to be fucked. "You need some dick, sweet girl?" I ask, half-teasingly. Her voice is barely above a whisper as she responds, "Always." Not wanting her smoothie to get warm, I quickly strip off my sweatpants, stroking my cock as I climb onto the bed. Alyssa spreads her legs wider, he
Alyssa "Um, I didn't know we were bringing the entire club with us," I mutter, glancing out the backseat window at the long procession of bikers roaring behind us. "It's for your protection," King replies, his hand flexing on the steering wheel. "Plus, they don't mind," Niko adds from the pa
"Oh, God! Zuri!" Niko exclaims, frantically rolling down his window. Mason coughs, doing the same. "What the hell did you guys feed her today?" King grumbles, lowering his window. I laugh. "Stinky princess." She giggles with me, the sound angelic despite the bomb she just dropped. "We
Alyssa I plaster a small smile on my face, trying to restore some semblance of peace. This place is too beautiful for all this negative energy, and I doubt Mom and all the others resting here appreciate it. "You didn't miss anything," I say to Niko, though the look on his face as he studies King
"Alyssa." His voice is sharp, cutting through the air like a whip. "Why would you even say something like that? Aren't you pregnant right now? Is that why King said you wouldn't talk about it? You want to die? Do I really need to have you admitted into a fucking psych ward?" His questions cause a
War "Are you not telling them that you met up with Isaac last week?" I ask Bones, lazily gripping Irina's ponytail as her head bobs up and down in my lap. She's my favorite whore, always surrendering herself to my dark needs. Logan's usually smart enough to stay buried in the back of our mind w
Grayson "Babe, who was that?" Christine asks, propping herself up on her elbow. The cream sheet clings to her curves, but her tone is flat—disappointed. Again. "Club business," I answer, my voice clipped. She nods, laying back down and turning away from me, her shoulders stiff. I know I've
I never thought they'd actually propose—or actually want to be married.Especially King.But he did say one day he wanted me to have his ring and property patch. I guess that day is today.I try to keep it together—really fucking try—but the grin's already pulling at my mouth."Don't you think this
AlyssaThe house we pull up to hours later actually looks... normal.Not some abandoned, half-collapsed shithole like I'd pictured. No broken windows. No graffiti. No front door hanging off the hinges. Just a small, weathered house tucked in the woods, its cracked driveway swallowed by weeds, a wra
The van rumbles low behind us.Somewhere in the distance, police sirens whisper on the wind."Can I kiss you?" he asks, his voice rough around the edges. Holy shit. Was he just asking the guys for permission to ask me?"Okay," I breathe.His mouth claims mine—slow, bruising, deliberate. Nothing li
AlyssaThe container door stays shut after they leave me with Gray, not wanting me to inhale any more fumes. Gray shifts restlessly beside me, having already ordered the other Reapers guarding the perimeter to clear out. He's ready to get the hell out of here, but we have to wait for the guys to fi
Mason exhales slow, like he's counting to ten through murder.For a second, I think we all might kill this crazy motherfucker at the same time. Rip him to pieces and not even feel bad about it.But then Alyssa raises a hand.And we freeze instantly."Is that why you locked War away?" she asks quietl
NikolaiAlyssa stands naked, a gun aimed steady at Logan's head, and the three of us stand around her like guard dogs—tense, alert, waiting to see which way this moment breaks.No one says a word. Not even him.But it's obvious now. He's not War.Hasn't been since last night.While our girl was tak
King smirks, then presses the blade just beneath Isaac's shoulder blade and slices.The sound is thick. Wet. The kind that stays with you.Isaac jolts, a raw, broken sound tearing out of him, like a scream that never makes it all the way out of his shredded lungs."Oh, fuck," I mewl. Wetness pools o
"Bet that stings, huh?" he sneers. "Knowing she never made a single sound like this for you."His tongue circles my clit—lazy, controlled, designed to break me."Fuck," I moan, feeling helpless."I know, kitten," he growls. "Be a good girl and come for me—so we can fuck you like you need."Then he s
AlyssaThe second King's mouth finds my pussy, Niko moves in to kiss me, deep and consuming, his tongue invading my mouth like he's trying to drink down every sound I make.I don't know what King's going to do about Logan. But if I know him—and I do—he's already decided.Logan's dead.And War?Colla