⚠️ Rated Content – Mature / Adult Themes Ahead
Reader discretion is advised. This chapter contains explicit sexual content and intense scenes.
Arrival in the Dorm
Kayden kicked the door open with his boot, not bothering with keys. The moment they stepped inside, he set Kaylee down on the plush couch. She shot up immediately, glaring at him.
"What the hell was that?! Carrying me in front of everyone like some possession?!" she spat, fists balled.
The brothers didn't flinch. Kadeem leaned against the wall, smirking. "Possession? You make it sound bad. We just told the world the truth, princess."
"I don't belong to anyone," she snapped.
Kaden chuckled darkly, running a hand through his hair. "You belong to us, Kaylee. The sooner you accept it, the easier it'll be."
Her chest heaved. She hated how her body betrayed her, how their voices made her shiver, how Kayden's steady stare pinned her down like chains.
"You're insane," she whispered.
Kadin finally spoke, his tone calm, almost too calm. "No. We're obsessed." His gaze dragged over her slowly, deliberately. "And you're the only cure."
Kaylee took a step back, but her retreat ended when Kayden was there, looming over her, his hand brushing her chin upward so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"You fought for yourself out there," he murmured, thumb grazing her lip. "Good. We like our toys feisty."
Her breath hitched. "I'm not your toy."
"Oh, sweetheart," Kadeem drawled, pushing off the wall. "You'll be so much more than that."
Before she could reply, Kayden's mouth claimed hers. It wasn't gentle—it was deep, demanding, the kind of kiss that stole air and replaced it with fire. She gasped, her hands pressing against his chest in protest, but the heat that surged through her betrayed the lie.
When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her body trembling.
Kayden grinned, leaning close to whisper against her ear. "You taste like defiance. Delicious."
Kaylee's mind screamed at her to run, to fight, but her body melted under their attention. Her friends never looked at her like this. No man ever had. This was dangerous, toxic… irresistible.
Kadeem dropped down beside her on the couch, his hand sliding along her thigh with shameless ease. "Let's see how much fight you have when all of us want a taste."
Kayden's eyes flickered, dark and possessive. "Not tonight. She stays here first."
Kaylee blinked. "Here? What—no, I have my own dorm—"
Kadin interrupted smoothly, his voice final. "Not anymore."
The brothers didn't wait for her answer. Kayden pulled her onto his lap, locking her in place with a firm arm around her waist. She struggled, but every movement only pressed her closer against him, earning a silent moan from her. His hardness under her made her blush furiously, her heart racing out of control.
"Let me go!" she hissed, even as her voice shook.
Kaden crouched in front of her, his smile wicked. "Say that again when you're wet for us, princess."
Her face flamed. "I hate you—"
But her words died when Kayden tilted her head and kissed her again, slower this time, deeper, as if he wanted to devour her whole. She whimpered against him, torn between fighting and surrendering.
"Don't hog her, big brother," Kadeem teased, leaning closer, eyes gleaming as he tilted her chin toward him. Before she could protest, his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was reckless, teasing, and urgent, making her gasp. He pulled back only when she was breathless, smirk dark and satisfied.
"Mm, she tastes even better than I imagined," he murmured, licking his lower lip.
Kaylee's face burned. "You guys are insane," she whispered, struggling to get free, but Kayden's grip around her waist kept her locked in place.
Kaden crouched in front of her, smirking. "Insane? No, sweetheart. We're addicted." He leaned closer, lips hovering above hers until she leaned forward without realizing it. When their mouths finally met, the kiss was slower, deliberate—like he wanted to savor every second.
Kaylee's hands balled into fists against Kayden's chest, trembling from the overload. She hated it—hated how her heart raced, how every kiss left her weaker.
When Kaden pulled back, she gasped for air. Kadin, the calmest of them all, brushed her cheek with surprising gentleness. "My turn," he said simply, lips grazing hers softly. This one was slower, patient, almost tender. For the first time, Kaylee kissed back.
The four brothers exchanged dark, satisfied looks.
"She's ours now," Kadeem said, smirking.
Kayden stepped back slightly. "Time for a bath," he said, low and commanding.
"I… I don't want to," Kaylee stammered, hugging herself. "Your dorm… bathroom… I can't—"
Kadeem leaned in, smirk dark, voice teasing. "Relax, princess. It's just a bath. We'll give you privacy… mostly."
Kadin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirk sharp. "Don't act stubborn. You'll enjoy it, besides, it's fun watching you squirm."
Kaden cut in slyly: "Try to say no, and you'll regret it in five seconds."
Finally, she relented. Stepping into the bathroom, the brothers gave her space—but their presence still pressed in on her mind like shadows. The water ran hot, steam curling up. Her pulse spiked with every sound, every imagined glance.
A soft knock. "Mind if I check the temperature?" Kadeem asked, voice teasing, almost dangerous.
"F-Fuck off!" she snapped, cheeks burning.
"You're adorable when you resist," Kadin teased. "Almost makes me not want to touch you… almost."
When she finally stepped out, dripping, hair plastered to her skin, Kayden was waiting, leaning in the doorway, eyes dark.
"Looks like someone's enjoying the heat," he murmured.
Kadeem brushed her arm teasingly. "Hot enough for you, princess?"
Kadin flicked a wet strand from her face. "Not bad. Not bad at all."
Kaden handed her a large, soft shirt. "Put this on. Covers more than just modesty."
Sliding into it, Kaylee felt warmth from the fabric and lingering fire from their attention. Every smirk, glance, and teasing word sent shivers through her body.
"You look perfect," Kadeem said. "All of you," Kadin added. Kaden rested a hand lightly on hers. "Tonight's just the beginning."
The brothers led her to the kitchen. Kayden took charge of the main dish, Kadeem hovered teasingly.
"You're too slow, princess," Kadeem whispered. "Let me show you."
"I'm not slow!" she protested, cheeks burning.
Kadin flicked flour at her. "Feisty. I like that."
Kaden set the table silently. By dinner, Kaylee was laughing, blushing, stealing glances at Kayden.
"You belong with us," Kayden murmured. "And we're just getting started," Kadin added.
After dinner, Kayden led her to the bedroom.
"Time to settle in," he said, voice low, possessive.
"I—what? No, I can't—" she stammered, cheeks flushed.
"Come on, princess. Night to remember," Kadeem smirked.
"Resisting is exhausting," Kadin added. "We'll make it easier."
"We're not asking. You're ours," Kaden said.
Kayden tilted her chin. "Tonight isn't just about us. It's about you learning how much you want this… or rather, us."
Her breath hitched. Kayden kissed her deeply, demanding. Her body betrayed her, trembling with anticipation. The four brothers circled her like shadows of desire, teasing, claiming, testing her resistance.
Kadeem's lips traced her neck, nipping softly, while Kadin's gentle, firm hands explored her shoulders and arms. Kaden whispered wicked things in her ear, each word a spark that left her gasping.
Finally, Kayden guided her to the bed. "Lie down," he commanded, voice low and irresistible.
"On me," he added, spreading his arms. "You'll sleep here. Safe. Warm. Ours."
She froze, cheeks burning. "I… I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he whispered. "You're mine tonight. Every inch of you."
Hesitantly, she crawled onto the bed, pressing against his chest. Kayden wrapped his arms around her, holding her flush against him. The rise and fall of his chest beneath her, the warmth of his body, and the steady weight of his gaze pressed into her mind. She felt every heartbeat, every possessive breath, as if it claimed her further.
Kadeem settled beside them, his hand brushing her arm teasingly. "Comfortable?" he murmured, smirk dark and satisfied.
Kadin's fingers traced along her shoulder, brushing gently. "Sleep well, princess," he said softly.
Kaden rested his hand on hers, lightly squeezing. "This is just the start. Tonight, you learn what it means to be ours… completely."
Kaylee's eyes fluttered closed, body trembling, heart pounding in a mix of fear, desire, and overwhelming need. Despite herself, the weight of Kayden's arms, the heat of the brothers' presence, made her feel… safe. Owned. Desired.
As her eyelids finally sank shut, Kayden whispered against her temple, low and possessive, "Sleep, princess. We'll be right here. All of us. Always."
The night stretched ahead, thick with promise, possession, and longing. Kaylee was theirs—body, mind, and heart—and they would make sure she never forgot it.