Claimed by my Brother's Best Friends: Love Obsession: Shared by Three (2/4)

Chapter47:

Nikolai

Are we really going to do this?

Fuck her together?

By the eager, lust-filled look on Alyssa's face, she's begging for it. But I never thought King and I would take it this far. Our dicks are about to touch, and even though I know it's wrong, my cock has never been harder than it is right now.

I force myself to pull out of Alyssa's tight channel, and readjust her so that she's sitting on the couch with her legs spread open for us. She's so fucking wet just from the thought of having both of us inside her.

We're going to have to stretch you more, prepare you to take both of us, I purr, brushing her clit with my thumb. She shivers, her pupils dilated as she watches us, gnawing on her lip.

I'm already ready, she whines, wiggling against me.

I shake my head. We both have big cocks, baby. I don't want us to hurt you. My voice is steady, but inside, I'm fighting the need to be inside her again, to feel her wrapped around me.

And this time, I won't be alone.

I work her shirt over her head, revealing those perfect breasts she so often hides. Her nipples are hard and begging for attention. Fuck, your tits are perfect. From now on, I need to see them every time I play with you.

I lean down, taking one of her pink nipples in my mouth, sucking hard as King does the same to the other. She bucks her hips, her moans filling the room. She's not just moaning for me—she's moaning for us.

One more orgasm, baby, and then we're going to fuck you, I promise, scraping my teeth against her nipple.

King's finger slips between her legs, pushing inside of her, slowly adding more until she's writhing, panting, and shaking beneath us. It doesn't take more than a few minutes before she's screaming, her back arching off the bed as she digs her nails into my scalp.

Fuck, I think she's ready, I murmur, watching King suck his fingers clean.

Good girl, he purrs, the dark approval in his voice making my dick jerk.

Once Alyssa comes down from her orgasm, she demands sharply, I want your dicks inside me now. I can't wait anymore.

King and I both chuckle. Fuck. She's perfect. You want us to feed your greedy pussy, sweet girl? I ask, sitting down beside her. When she nods, I yank her onto my lap, allowing her to slowly sink down my length until I'm swallowed whole. I can't tell if it's from excitement or nerves, but I feel her shaking in my arms.

Are you okay? I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear.

Yeah, I just need you both, she assures me.

I chuckle, my chest tightening with emotion. So eager. I glance up at King to see that he's ready to go. He strokes his length, and my mouth waters at the sight. I quickly turn my attention back to Alyssa before I end up begging to suck him off. Now, sweet girl, I need you to relax for us. Can you do that?

Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with trust. Okay, she whispers, and I'm pleased to find her body softening against me.

I have a feeling King's letting me lead because he knows I can ease her into this. She softens him in ways no one else can, but he still has those hard edges that make him who he is. We balance each other out—our strengths combined give her exactly what she needs.

King moves behind her, pressing her forward, his cock aligned with mine. I can feel him, so close, as he works himself into her tight pussy. The sensation of his cock sliding against mine has me shuddering, my grip tightening on her hips.

Damn. This feels so good, almost overwhelmingly good.

A soft whimper leaves her lips, and I run my fingers through her hair, whispering, You're doing so well for us. I'm so proud of you, baby.

King pushes deeper, until finally both of us are fully inside of her. Her body trembles as she adjusts to us, but I continue to whisper praises in her ear. King's huge dick against mine sends waves of pleasure through me, but I force myself to stay still, waiting for her to be ready.

Okay, this might be a little too much, Alyssa whimpers. I'm too full.

You can take it, King growls, biting her earlobe. I feel her gush around us, and my hips jerk instinctively, a low moan escaping me.

Alyssa shivers. Fuck. I need you guys to move.

I can't help but grin. You're so fucking greedy, it's unreal. You just love our cocks so much, don't you, baby?

Fuck me now, she snaps, her tone sharper as she wiggles for friction.

I start to move, but King stops me with a dark chuckle. That's not how you ask. Niko, you know we don't reward bad behavior like that. He rolls his hips just to tease her, and I stifle a moan. Beg for it, Alyssa. You don't get anything until you beg for our cocks to ruin your perfect little pussy.

Please. Him teasing her like this might fucking kill me if he keeps this up.

Please, Sir. Please please please fuck me. I need it! The words spill from her lips with desperation.

King smirks sinfully. What do you think, slut? Was that good enough?

Yes, Daddy, I reply with a loud groan.

Without saying anything, King pulls back and slams back into her.

She cries out, and King and I both growl fuck at the same time.

I can't move as much as he can, but somehow King and I still manage to find our rhythm, moving in sync as we fuck her. The room is filled with the sounds of us pounding her, our grunts, her moans, the slap of skin against skin. It feels like we're just animals giving in to our instincts.

King leans over her shoulder to kiss me, his tongue delving into my mouth. The heat between us is a force on its own. I've always enjoyed sucking his cock, but I've never felt anything like this before.

I'm falling for him. For her. For them.

I knew that it was a possibility with us sharing her, but I didn't think it could happen this fast.

Do they feel it too?

Alyssa feels like putty in my arms, so responsive and open to us. Fucking perfect.

You like us using you like this, sweet girl? I rasp, bouncing her on my lap, the pleasure building in my gut.

I bet she fucking loves it, King answers for her, his voice a deep growl. Such a good girl letting us fuck you like this. He smacks her ass, and she moans in response.

I love it so much! Don't stop!

When King slips out of her, he shoves me down on the couch, and I pull her with me. He pushes back into his pussy, snarling, Fuck! He grabs a fistful of her hair, his hips slamming against her thighs. The friction of our cocks rubbing over and over again has my goddamn toes curling, and I'm so close to the edge, I can taste it.

Alyssa's eyes are glazed, her body limp between us. She's covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair wild, and her lips parted in a perfect O. I quickly realize that she's gone, lost in subspace, her mind shattered by the pleasure we're giving her.

Shit, I'm so close, I warn them both. From the way King is rutting into her, so is he.

Come for us, he demands, his teeth sinking into her neck.

She comes with a shriek, and we chase our own orgasms, thrusting harder and faster until we spill our loads inside her. Pleasure tears through me like a fucking wildfire, and my vision blurs, the intensity of my orgasm hitting so hard, I can't breathe for a moment.

Holy.

Fucking.

Hell.

We pull out of her together, both of us panting hard, trying to catch our breath. Her body collapses against my chest, shaking uncontrollably, and I hear a sob rise from her throat.

Are you okay? I ask softly, brushing her damp hair away from her flushed face.

She nods, but I can tell she isn't. At least, not really.

She needs aftercare. Now.

Chapter48:

Alyssa

Niko, take her upstairs, King commands, his voice low and firm, though I can't see him through the tears streaming down my face.

The sex we just had was the most intense experience of my life. It was a wild, overwhelming storm of pleasure that left me feeling shattered and strangely whole all at once. Now, I'm caught in a whirlwind of emotions that are too raw to understand.

Once I'm in King's bed, Niko gently combs his fingers through my hair, murmuring praises that make me feel like something special, while King wipes between my legs with care. I catch the worried look in his eyes, like he's afraid that they went too far. The tears probably make it seem that way. But they didn't hurt me. I've never felt this good—being used, letting them take what they wanted from me, filling me with so much fucking cum. I just wasn't ready for everything else to unravel along with it.

I'm okay, I croak out, trying to sit up. But Niko shifts me gently so I'm on my side, his body pressing up against my back, keeping me grounded.

King returns from the bathroom, climbing into bed next to us. His eyes stay on mine, that same tortured expression still in his gaze. He's propped against the pillow, but he doesn't touch me. It's like he's holding back, believing that I don't need him as much as I need Niko right now.

But I need him to touch me.

How do you feel now? Niko asks softly.

Good, I reply, offering a small, content smile. That was fucking amazing. Please say we're doing it again soon.

Niko chuckles. You enjoyed it that much?

I loved it, I admit, still breathless. But my pussy's sore as hell.

I bet it is. You let us use you like you were made for it, sweet girl. I suddenly feel his cock hardening against my ass, but he continues to just cuddle with me.

I scoot over to King, and Niko stays close, his arms wrapped around my waist. I rest my head on King's chest, and when he doesn't push me away, I let my fingers tentatively stroke his beard. He feels distant, and I don't know why, but something in me wants to pull him back in. He needs that reminder that I'm still his, just as much as I am Niko's.

Was it as good for you as it was for me? I whisper, still tracing the roughness of his jaw.

His lips twitch. How could it not be? You're fucking perfect, kitten.

The way he says it, raw and honest, tightens my chest. I want to say something, but my throat closes up. Instead, I just stay there, listening to the steady thud of his heart. It's so soothing. Within minutes, I can hear Niko snoring softly behind me, his breath warm against my neck.

Damn. I guess the threesome really took a lot out of him.

Can I ask you something...personal? I murmur, still stroking King's beard.

He hums in response.

I tilt my head up to look at him. How did you get that scar over your eye?

I've never asked him before. Maybe because I barely notice it anymore, or I figured he'd never tell me. But when I first met him, the scar was still somewhat fresh. I always wondered what happened, and right now seems like a good time to ask.

He frowns. There's a long silence before he finally answers, his eyes never leave mine. I never knew my father. I doubt my mom knew who he was either. She sold her body for money, mostly for drugs, I suppose sometimes to keep me fed. She always had random assholes in the house, a lot of them beat on her. But I was overprotective over her and fought back.

My heart squeezes tightly, but I force myself to keep my expression neutral. He's not the kind of man to want me to feel sorry for him.

I was fifteen at the time, he continues, his voice low and steady. One night, my mom got into a fight with her boyfriend. He took a knife and started cutting her, so I jumped in, and the fucker managed to get me. But it wasn't enough to stop me. I beat him half to death. My mom called me a fucking monster and threw me out. That's how I ended up joining the Crimson Reapers. I needed to survive, and that's exactly what Jax offered me.

Don't cry. Don't cry, I chant in my head.

I figured as much, but now I know just how much he has been through. Why he is the way he is. He's always had to be strong, even as a child. I know it's silly, but I have this overwhelming feeling to want to protect him, to show him that he can be vulnerable with me.

He chuckles, brushing his thumb across my check like he can read my mind. You're doing a good job holding it together.

I give him a tight smile, blinking back the tears. He tilts my chin up, his thumb grazing my lip. But seriously, I don't want your tears, kitten. Save them for when you're coming apart on my cock.

I laugh softly, the tension breaking, and I decide not to press any deeper into his past. Not tonight. He's shared enough with me.

Can I really have both of you? I ask after a moment.

He nods. I realize that he can give you things I cannot. I can't take care of you and Zuri by myself.

I frown, shifting so that I can get a full look at his face. Why do you feel that way? You've done nothing but protect us since we got here. Shit, you even put yourself on Gray's shit list for us.

His jaw tenses, but he doesn't say anything. The weight of my words seem to hang in the air between us.

Go to sleep, kitten, he finally murmurs. I'm sure the baby will be up soon and we'll have a shitstorm to deal with tomorrow. You'll stay here with Mason.

I furrow my brows. What's going on?

I quickly shut my mouth. If he didn't tell Niko, why would he tell me? Gray has always made that clear I didn't know anything about what's going on in his gang. My father did the same.

We might have a turf war on our hands with Bones, the leader of the Iron Serpents. He's been sending spies to gather intel on our clients.

Holy shit. He's actually telling me about it.

King chuckles softly when he sees the shock on my face. I told you kitten, I'm not going to baby you or shield you from what we do. Especially if you're going to be with me me and Niko, you need to know.

With me and Niko. That sounds...serious.

King studies my expression, a glint of amusement in his eyes. What? Isn't that what this is? A relationship?

I take a moment to absorb his words. The way I'm lying here, sandwiched between them, with Niko snoring gently behind me and my head resting on King's chest—it feels more than just sex. But panic tightens in my chest. I'm married. How can I be with two other men? How can this work when Gray has sworn to watch our every move? What if I still need to leave to keep them safe from him?

Then there's Zuri. How the hell will I explain to her that I'm with two men who aren't her father?

Shh, you're thinking too much. Just sleep, King murmurs, planting a kiss on my forehead.

I nestle closer to his chest, the exhaustion finally catching up to me. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms me, and soon, I drift off into a deep sleep, wrapped between the two men I'm beginning to realize I might be falling helplessly in love with.

Chapter49:

King

Niko, I groan, hearing Zuri cry through the baby monitor on the dresser. It's only been a few hours since we passed out, but that's what happens when you spend all night fucking.

I got it, Alyssa mumbles against my chest, her voice slurred with sleep. But her body says otherwise. She's already snoring again.

Niko and I share a quiet chuckle. We really wore her out last night, but I could tell she loved every second of it.

Nee-koo, Zuri screams louder.

Looks like I've been summoned, Niko mutters, throwing his clothes on. She's hungry for a bottle.

The man's a natural, despite his fucked-up upbringing. It's only been a month, but he already knows her routine like the back of his hand. Fuck. I need to step up. Alyssa and Zuri come as a packaged deal, and if I want this work, I can't leave all the baby stuff to Niko. I've got to do my part too.

Yeah, Zuri isn't mine by blood, but blood doesn't mean shit to me. I'll raise her like she is. Alyssa didn't give me a chance to breed her first, but I'm claiming them both. And once this shitstorm calms down, I'm gonna put a baby in her too.

I'll be the father I never had. A father Isaac could only dream of being.

Planting a kiss on Alyssa's forehead, I slip out from under her and find Niko downstairs on the couch, feeding Zuri a bottle.

Niko glances up at me with a hint of surprise. You could've slept in a little longer, he murmurs as I sit in my chair.

I grunt, crossing my arms. I'm good. And we need to talk about last night before Gray starts blowing up your phone.

I run through the details of how Mason and I tortured that fucker for intel before I put him out of his misery. Bones is pushing closer to our turf, sending in spies like he's planning something big.

I let Gray know before coming home last night, and of course, he wants to deescalate the tension before we even consider war with them. Like Bones is actually fucking capable of reason. I've seen them in action. The Iron Serpents are fucking thugs, bugs that need to be squashed.

But Gray is the President. I'll argue with him on anything when it comes to Alyssa, but club business? That's his shit to deal with. I'll just do what I'm told. We're meeting him at the clubhouse this morning to figure out our next move. Mason's probably on his way over now, so we'll head out as soon as he gets here to watch the girls.

When I finish, Niko's expression is tense. Fuck, he growls, then looks down at Zuri. Sorry, princess. You shouldn't have heard that.

He picks up a toy drum from the floor, placing it on her lap. Can you play me a song, pretty girl? He taps on it lightly and shows her how. Zuri giggles, smacking the toy with her tiny hands.

A turf war means Gray's gonna fight harder to take them away, he mutters without looking up at me.

And we'll keep reminding him that we won't allow that to happen, I reply, my voice cold. Since we're all sharing my bed, Mason can move into the guest bedroom for now. That way, they'll continue to have protection, even when we're tied up dealing with Bones and his thugs.

That's Mason's specialty—fitting into any role, handling shit when we need him to.

Speaking of Mace- But his phone buzzes, cutting him off. He pulls it out, glances at the screen, and immediately answers. What's up, Pres? His face darkens as he stands, walking into the office to take the call, leaving me alone with Zuri.

I take Niko's spot on the couch, watching her bang away on the drum. She looks up at me, clenching her fists and shaking them. Alyssa's been teaching her more sign language. I think that means play.

You want me to play with you? I ask, mirroring the gesture with my thumbs and pinking extended. I feel fucking stupid, but I'm impressed with how much she can communicate like this.

Zuri smiles, her little face lighting up, and it makes my chest tighten. I'm definitely not her Nee-koo, but I think she likes me a little. Sometimes.

I tap the drum once, and Baa Baa Black Sheep starts playing. God, how kids like this shit. But for her, I'll endure this torture. I'm gonna try to build a relationship with her. She deserves better.

Zuri places her hands over mine, grabbing onto my fingers like she wants me to keep going. Look, kid, I'm trying,