Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 67

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."

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.

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.