Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 62

Alyssa

I'm half-asleep, my head resting on Niko's chest, as the end credits of The Lion King roll. We've been watching our way though Disney movies, and surprisingly, Niko doesn't complain. His hand strokes my hair, sweet and tender, just like the entire evening has been. When Mufasa died, I bawled, and Niko didn't say a word—he just wiped my tears and held me closer. The intimacy between us threatens to unravel me in ways I didn't think it could.

I know better than to let myself fall like this, but I can't seem to fucking help it. How am I going to be okay when I'm eventually forced to leave them?

The door clicks open, and I sit up. King steps in, his presence instantly filling the room. But Niko doesn't move, instead, he traces lazy circles on my back. I guess he has no reason to be afraid of King's wrath—he did say tell him to comfort me before he left.

"You're back early," Niko murmurs, his his chest rumbling beneath my hands. "That good news?"

King crosses to the kitchen without responding, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and a single glass. He takes a seat in his usual spot, the chair that faces us like a throne, his eyes locking with mine. Watching. Waiting.

I feel Niko stiffen beneath me, tension creeping into his body. "What's going on?"

"Tomorrow," King replies gruffly, pouring himself a drink with a flick of his wrist, dismissing the conversation like it doesn't matter. "Right now, I'm sure our kitten is ready to play. I've kept her waiting long enough."

I shake my head, my stomach tightening with apprehension. Is it about Gray? "If it's something important, we don't have to-"

"Niko." King's voice cuts through my protest, his gaze shifting from me to Niko with a simple, commanding nod.

Before I can blink, Niko flips me over, so I'm beneath him on the couch, his body looming above mine. He yanks my shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing my pussy to him.

"Niko!" I squeak, squirming beneath him. "I'm not-"