Chapter 152

Alyssa POV

For a moment, the room is suspended in silence, thick with heat and hesitation. My hand drifts down King’s chest, feeling the tension thrumming beneath his skin.

He’s holding back—letting Mason lead.

I can see it in the way his muscles flex, how his breath deepens, slow and measured.

Despite how fucking dominant King is, he cares about his best friend too much to push too fast. To risk fucking this up.

But I can tell how much he wants this to happen.

“You two have fun with that—I’ll be down here, worshipping

our

pussy,” Niko announces.

Then, he grabs my thighs, spreads me open, and slides beneath me.

I gasp as the first stroke of his tongue flattens against my clit. My spine arches, my fingernails biting into King’s skin.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My vision goes white for a second, pleasure sparking through me like an electric current as he locks me in place, devouring me like a man starved.

I