Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Nikolai I step into the gym room, where King is laying into a punching bag like it owes him money. He’s shirtless, his sweat–

drenched muscles flexing with every punishing blow. The tension rolling off him is suffocating “You good?” I ask, pulling off my own shirt as I step closer, steadying the bag for him. His raw knuckles strike the bag with a precision that screams frustration, and something deeper. nit.

King doesn’t look at me, his jaw tightening as he lands another hit. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his fists keep hammering the bag tells otherwise.

Gray filled me in on everything that happened tonight. Alyssa saw Logan–

and War. She knows now. Everything about her past. When they got home, she didn’t say much, just crawled between Mason and me and clung to us until sleep finally claimed her. King, on the other hand, went straight to the gym to drown out his rage.

“She’s not pissed at you, you know, I say, gripping the bag tighter as his strikes grow heavier He pauses, just long enough to send me a questioning look. “She said that?”

“She said she understands why you couldn’t be a part of the cuddle pile tonight. She stopped you from killing them.”

I’m glad she did. Killing Logan–or War–would’ve opened Pandora’s box, no matter how much they deserved it. The Iron Serpents would’ve come down at us hard, and Alyssa would’ve been caught right in the middle of it. Still, I know King. He never holds back for anyone...

except our girl. That wasn’t easy for him to do A bitter laugh escapes him. “Yeah. Doesn’t mean I still don’t want to. That motherfucker wants her?

“No. War’s just an asshole. Logan“ I could see the obsession on his face. He’s been waiting. Watching. And now, he thinks he’s got a fucking chance”

I don’t like the sound of that any more than King does. He pretty much ambushed them today, just so Alyssa would know the truth. Or more so she could remember him.

“Is there a way we could make his death look like an accident?” It’s hopeful thinking, but King’s made it happen before. He can do it again.

King’s lips curl “She told War she wanted to see Logan again.”

“She feels guilty.” I say. It’s more of a statement than a question because there’s only one logical reason she’d want to see him again “Of course she does,” he snaps, “She’s good. Too good for our world. Thinks she owes him something because she forgot him. But he’s not thinking about being her fucking friend. All he wants is to get his dick in her.” His fists crash into the bag His possessiveness is nothing new, but there’s something different about it tonight, like the thought of losing her is eating him alive. The tension coiled in his body doesn’t just scream rage–

it’s fear. Fear of her changing her mind about choosing him, fear of not being enough. He’s never been this vulnerable before, and he needs to find a way to burn these emotions out of his system before they consume him completely.

“Look,” I say, trying to be a voice of reason. “Even if they become friends again, we’re not losing her. She loves us. That’s not changing”

His amber eyes blaze with intensity as emotion flickers across his face. Closing the distance between us, he grabs the back of my neck, his lips crashing against mine in a clash of dominance and desperation..

“Can your ass take more?” he rasps, his voice rough with need.

I hesitate for a half–second. I’m still sore from the last ass–fucking, but how the hell can I say no? This is how King purges his demons–

through sex and violence. And with me, he doesn’t have to choose.

My eyes dart around the room. “Right here?”

Anyone could walk in on us, discover our darkest secret, but that thought only makes my dick harder.

“Right here,” he growls, already tugging at my waistband.

Before I can react, his hands are on the, rough and insistent. He yanks my sweatpants to the floor, and my knees almost buckle from the heat of his touch. Then, he’s shoving me towards the workout bench.

“Bend the fuck over,” he commands, and I obey without question, gripping the bench as his hand presses against my shoulder blades to keep me in place.

This is him expressing his love.

“Fuck, Daddy,” I moan, my voice cracking. Your cock feels so good.”

He leans down, his chest slät slick and heavy against my back. “You like when I use you like my personal slut?”

His hand slides up to my neck, gripping tightly. “You’re mine” he growls into my ear, his voice rough and possessive.

“Yes. All yo Lyours, Daddy,” I whimper. Just like Alyssa. We’re yours. Forever”

“Fuck,” he grunts. I feel him shudder at my words, and he grips my hips, pulling me back against him as he drives in deeper.

“1–I’m going to come, I practically shout, my cock throbbing painfully, “Not yet, he growls, his hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me as he pounds into me with abandon. You know fucking better than to come before I say so The command sends a shiver down my spine, and I hold back, teetering on the edge. When his cock pulsates inside my ass, his growl deepens.

“Now,” he orders. “Came for Daddy, slut. I want to see my cum dripping out of this tight asshole.”

“FUCK!” I shout, my curn sporting all over the bench. His orgasm follows his hot seed filling me as he collapses against my back, both of us panting hard.

He pulls out slowly, reaching over to capture my lips. Thanks for that,” he mutters, his voice softer now.

I nod. “Any time.”

And I really mean that. Any fucking time.

I never imagined being fucked in my ass would feel so good, and now that Eve felt it, I’ll never be able to get enough. I’m officially a complete fucking simp for him and for Alyssa.

Or maybe I’ve always been.

As we clean up. I glance at him. “You think she’ll be okay...after everything? She didn’t say much tonight”

Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa)

Chapter 86 I can’t imagine how fucked–up her head must’ve felt after finding out the truth. It was hard for me just hearing it come out of Jax’s rouen–

fucking mouth before Gray shot him.

“She has no choice,” King says firmly, his voice edged with steel. “Zuri’s not losing her mom. And we’re not losing our woman.”

I want to believe him. But as we head upstairs, I can’t shake the sudden weight on my chest. If Alyssa’s strong enough to face her past, we’ll be strong enough to hold her together when it threatens to pull her apart.

We have to be.