Alyssa King is rutting into me from behind, while Mason fucks Niko, their faces blissed out with pleasure. I've lost track of how many times I've come. My limbs feel weightless, my brain foggy and euphoric. Floating. Letting King use me the way he needs, the way I crave. His hand wraps around
Fuck. He's trying to make me come again. I try to twist away, but his hand tangles in my hair, holding me still. "N-Niko, I can't-" "No. You're ours to use tonight, and you're gonna come again. Just because I told you to." I whimper, my nails raking down his back as he fucks me, slow and deep
KingAlyssa isn't in bed when I wake up. That alone has my heart hammering like a war drum. For one brutal second, I think maybe she ran. Left us. Left me. I don't even know why the thought crosses my mind, but now that it has, I can't fucking shake it. I grab my phone and check the app—no door
Like home. She blushes, flipping the waffle iron shut. There's already a plate stacked with crispy bacon and a mountain of golden waffles beside it. "Morning. You're in a good mood. Must be from all that extra sleep you got."I smack her ass, making her squeak. "Or maybe it's 'cause my woman's in
AlyssaThe ride to the clubhouse is silent. Uncomfortably so. Everyone's lost in thought, trying to figure out exactly why Gray called Church. And why the hell he insisted I come too.It feels like forever since I walked through those doors. I know the place hasn't changed since the day Isaac showe
Not with the Iron Serpents around. His palm spreads protectively over my stomach, and I sink into him, grateful for the weight of his arms. Niko and Mason remain standing—watching the room like sentinels. Gray steps forward, clearing his throat. "Mornin', Reapers."Silence falls instantly. "I
They'd do it.They'd die for me. In a fucking heartbeat. And there's no way I'd be able to convince them otherwise.King tightens his arms around me, his voice low and rough against my ear. "Stop. You're spiraling, kitten. I can feel it.""King, I can't fucking breathe," I choke out."I know. Deep
WarWhen King, Niko, and Mason come back into the barn with Alyssa, her eyes are red and puffy—like she's been crying for hours, not minutes. Logan stirs the second he sees her. I feel him clawing toward the surface, raw and frantic, like he thinks he can actually do something helpful. Like seeing
Carol doesn't even blink. "Why? We're all adults here, dear. I'm sure Alyssa's heard of cuckolding."Oh. Oh my god.Everything clicks.Carol wanted King to be their bull.She wanted to fuck him—while Martin watched.And honestly, based on Martin's calm, collected demeanor... he was probably ready t
I was wondering what cover story they'd use.That sounds believable. Honestly, it's better than something I could've come up with. The woman goes straight for King, pulling him into a hug."King, dear," she beams, her voice just a little too sweet. "How are you doing?""Not bad, Carol." He reaches
Alyssa"Are you sure I shouldn't be cooking dinner?" I ask, curled between King's legs on the couch, my back resting against his chest. His arms wrap securely around me, our fingers laced together. His warmth anchors me—steadies the part of me that keeps waiting for everything to fall apart.Today,
And I'll make sure he never gets close enough to hurt her again. Even if it means I never see her again. Even if it kills me inside. I'll just keep myself busy. The Iron Serpents belongs to me now. This place is my home to rebuild. The drugs stay. I don't give a shit what anyone snorts, smoke
War "You can't keep me in here!" Logan's voice ricochets through the bars of the cage he built for me—now the same one I've slammed shut on his pathetic ass. "Oh, I can, motherfucker," I growl. "You're the reason we can't have her." I kissed her twice tonight—the first time, not because I deser
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