Chapter 107

• Nikolai
• When she finally lets King go, his beard's soaking wet from her juices. The sight makes my cock want to explode. He smirks knowingly, and grabs the back of my neck for a kiss of his own, letting me taste Alyssa on his lips. The flavor, the scent—it's too much but just enough at the same time. I groan into his mouth, my tongue exploring like a fucking addict that can't get enough.
• A soft whine draws my attention back to the bed, where Alyssa's still lying, her eyes dark and hooded as she watches us. I reach out, brushing a hand up her still-trembling thigh.