Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 85

Nikolai

Alyssa is sprawled out on the bed, trembling like a fucking leaf. I want to help her, give her the relief she so desperately needs, but I already know King won't let me. He's going to drag this out for as long as he can—because she needs it. He wants her desperate, pliant, and begging.

I crawl between her legs, claiming her lips with a desperate kiss. "You're such a mess, sweet girl," I murmur, my voice a low rasp as I slip a finger through her wetness. "Look at how much your pussy is weeping for us."

I shift my hips, sliding my cock between her slick folds, teasing both her and myself. Each time I pull back, the ridge of my head catches on her clit, making her moan louder, needier.

"Niko, please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Please make me come."

Fuck. My whole body thrums with the need to give in to her plea, to push her over that edge and watch her fall apart. "I want to, baby. So fucking badly," I whisper back, the guilt of her suffering gnawing at me. "But this is our punishment."

She pinches her eyes closed. "This is your fault," she bites out, her voice a mixture of anger and helplessness.

"I know," I admit softly, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "Just last a little longer, okay? I promise...he'll give in soon."

Behind me, King lets out a low, menacing chuckle. "Don't make promises you can't keep, slut. I'll go as long as I feel she needs it."

Suddenly, King's hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. He presses his lips to my neck, sucking hard, and I can't stop the moan that slips out. Alyssa's eyes fly open at the sound, her gaze locking on the sight of King's mouth on my skin. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her getting even wetter against me.

She loves this.

Her hips start rolling in sync with my movements, her gaze never leaving us. "Oh, god. That's so fucking hot," she pants, her voice barely a whisper, but the lust in her eyes is evident.

I feel King's lips curve against my skin. "You like showing her how much of a slut you are for me?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck.

"Yes, Daddy," I moan, the title slipping out without a second thought. His mouth works at my throat, sucking hard enough that I know he'll leave marks. Fuck, I can't wait to see them.

The pleasure between Alyssa and King overwhelms me, driving my hips faster. My stomach tightens as I feel the pressure build, threatening to spill over. My toes curl, my eyes rolling back in my head.

Fuck. I'm going to come so fucking hard like this.

But just as I'm about to spill my load, King yanks me back, his voice a low growl. "Not yet."

I pant, trying to catch my breath, my body shuddering with the effort to hold back. When I look back down at Alyssa, her face is streaked with tears, her eyes burning with frustration as she glares at King.

"What number was that, kitten?" King asks, his voice calm yet authoritative.