⚠️ Rated: Mature / Explicit Content
This chapter contains sexual content, nudity (partial), intense sexual tension, teasing, and intimate interactions. Reader discretion is advised.
The night was thick with heat, a soft rhythm of music sliding across the room, making every glance and touch feel charged. I tugged nervously at the hem of my silky nightgown, clinging in all the wrong places—too sheer, too short, too tempting. Their eyes didn't leave me, tracing every curve, and my pulse thundered under the weight of their stares. Even fully clothed, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet—dangerously alive.
The Never Have I Ever game continued, glasses in hand, laughter and dark amusement filling the room.
"Never have I ever kissed more than one person at a time," Kaden said, smirking.
I lifted my glass and drank, feeling all four lean closer like predators.
"Ohhh, she's a baddie," Kadeem teased, shaking his head. Laughter erupted.
"Never have I ever gotten my first kiss stolen without my approval," Kadin added, eyes gleaming.
I bowed my head nervously, drinking again.
"Wait—you got your first kiss stolen without your approval?" Kadeem asked, leaning forward.
I nodded quietly.
"And who's the lucky—or unlucky—guy?" Kayden asked.
I whispered, cheeks burning like fire. "You're my first kiss."
She nodded her head, cheeks red like tomatoes.
"So I'm the lucky guy?" Kayden asked.
"Oh, shut up Kay—we're the lucky guys," Kadeem shot back.
"No, no. We'll give the crown to the owner tonight. Deem, Kay is the lucky bastard," Kaden laughed.
"Remember that night he acted like a maniac?" Kadin teased.
"Yeah, yeah, that night he kissed her," Kadeem replied.
"Why are you stupid motherfuckers sounding like toddlers? Was that even a kiss? I just brushed my lips in hers," Kayden grumbled.
"Oh, but nobody asked you to be a crazy guy. You're silent, but you're the naughtiest person I've ever come across," Kadeem shot back.
"Right. Doesn't take time to take girls if he wants them," Kaden added.
"Whatever," Kadin said, leaning closer. "So princess… you're trying to say this is the first time you're experiencing all this… this whole feeling?"
"Yes," I whispered, trembling.
"Good. Then I'm proud of you," Kayden said quietly.
"Look at her," Kadin murmured, smirking. "Our little slut—it's her first time, but she doesn't even think twice before letting us have our way with her."
Kayden pulled me closer into his lap. "Ours," he whispered, and I shivered.
Kadeem leaned forward, dark and teasing. "Don't worry. You won't regret this. We'll make you crave more."
Kadin grinned. "Princess… can you dance?"
"Y-yes, I c-can," I stammered, heart hammering.
"Good, you've got to show us what you've got," Kadin said.
Kaden immediately brought out his phone, and the next thing was the loud bass of "Back That Azz Up" by Juvenile filling the room.
"Common, twerk on us, one after the other," Kadeem ordered.
"What??" I asked, looking surprised.
"You heard him, Bambi. Get up and twerk on us," Kayden said, grinning darkly.
The bass shook the room, rattling against the walls. "Back That Azz Up" by Juvenile filled the air, filthy and unapologetic.
Kayden leaned forward, eyes burning through me. "Start with him," he ordered, jerking his chin toward Kaden. "Let's see how our little Bambi performs."
On Kaden
My knees nearly buckled as I moved toward him, his smirk already daring me to falter. His legs spread wide, and he slapped his thigh. "Right here, Lustful Queen. Show me how bad you want it."
Heat scorched my cheeks as I bent forward, lowering onto him. The moment my ass brushed his lap, his hands clamped around my waist, grinding me against his rock-hard length.
"Fuck," he hissed, head falling back. "This ass is sinful. You feel that? That's what you do to me."
I bounced, shaky, and he slapped me hard, making me cry out.
"Don't you dare stop," he growled against my ear. "Make me believe this pussy belongs to me even before I taste it."
The others laughed, taunting, but I couldn't stop moving, my body betraying me.
On Kadeem
"Move, Kay. My turn." Kadeem's sharp voice cut through. He yanked me onto his lap before I could breathe.
He didn't wait—hands gripping both cheeks, spreading me against him as he rolled his hips up. His cock pressed hard beneath the thin fabric, making me whimper.
"Goddamn, princess," he groaned, dragging his tongue up my throat before biting down. "You're dripping, aren't you? Fuck, I can feel it through this silk."
He bounced me harder, his teeth scraping my jaw. "Look at you, grinding like a desperate slut. Don't even pretend you hate it. You're soaking for all of us, aren't you?"
"Y-yes—" the admission tumbled out, breathless.
The brothers' laughter filled the air again, dark and dangerous.
On Kadin
Then calm, collected Kadin extended his hand. "Come here, baby girl."
His voice was smooth, almost soothing, but his grip was merciless as he guided me onto him. Unlike the others, he moved me slow, deliberate, forcing every grind to drag across his cock until my body trembled.
"Steady," he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. "Don't rush it. Feel me. Let it sink in—what you're doing, what we're making you crave."
I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me deep, his tongue claiming mine, his hand sliding under my gown to grip my ass bare.
"Fuck," he exhaled, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "This is your first time feeling all this, and you're already addicted. You'll never escape us."
My thighs clenched helplessly as he bounced me once more, dragging another moan from my throat.
Back to Kayden
Finally, Kayden snapped his fingers, impatience written all over his sharp features. "Bring her here."
Before I could blink, I was back on his lap, his arms caging me in. His hand slid up my thigh, slipping under the hem until his fingers brushed the edge of my panties. I gasped, and he smirked.
"Fuck," he rasped, grinding me down hard. "You're drenched for us, Bambi. You're sitting here, trembling, soaked, and you still want more, don't you?"
I shook my head, panicked, but my body betrayed me, grinding helplessly against him.
"Don't lie to me," he growled, smacking my ass until I whimpered. "Your body's screaming the truth."
Kadeem's laughter was low and taunting. "Look at her—our Bambi's not as innocent as she swears."
Kadin leaned forward, voice calm but cutting. "She's already ruined for anyone else. One taste of us and she's done."
Kaden's lips brushed my ear as he whispered darkly: "And the best part? We've barely started."
The night was heavy with heat, a soft rhythm of music playing low in the background, the kind that slid over the skin and made every touch feel sinful. I straddled Kayden first, his dark gaze burned into me. His silence louder than any word, and when his hands gripped my waist, guiding the slow roll of my hips, I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips.
Blush burned across my cheeks, but I didn't stop their touches—hands roaming my thighs, slipping under the silk, squeezing my breasts until my nipples hardened under teasing fingers. One of them tugged the thin fabric over my head, tossing it aside. The song in the background made every movement slower, every kiss a claim.
My hands wandered in return, threading through their thick dark hair, tugging hard enough to draw groans from their throats. I loved how their bodies responded—the way muscles rippled under my touch, the way their abs tensed when my nails dragged across them. My heart shuttered when my eyes caught the ink etched across their bodies. Their tattoos stood out bold and perfect, black ink swirling over golden skin, identical marks that screamed of brotherhood and danger. I pulled their shirts off one after the other, needing to see them all bare for me.
My fingertips traced over them reverently, trembling at how warm and alive they felt under my touch.
God, they're beautiful. My men. My everything.
I pressed my mouth against warm skin, biting gently, leaving hickeys across abs and collarbones—marks of my claim, making sure no other woman could touch what was mine.
Kadeem tugged me onto his lap, teeth nipping at my throat. Kadin tilted my chin, claiming my lips with a deep, demanding kiss. Kaden pressed his mouth over my breast, sucking until my back arched, marking me like I was already theirs.
But Kayden… my silent monster. He didn't rush, didn't demand. He waited until I came back to him, until I settled on top of him like I belonged nowhere else. The music played, my hips grinding against his hold, their eyes watching me like I was their goddess, their sin, their only obsession.
By the time they carried me into the bathroom, steam fogged the mirror.
Strem filled the bathroom when they carried me there, refusing to let me bathe alone. Hands lathered soap over my body, sliding slow and teasing. Kayden's palms cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over stiff peaks. Kadeem pressed me against the wall to nip at my throat while Kadin poured water over my stomach, his mouth following every droplet down. Kaden kissed along my shoulder, murmuring, "Treasure…" like a vow.
By the time they carried me back to bed, my cheeks burned with shyness. I curled beneath the sheets as though I could hide from their stares. "You've seen me," I whispered, covering my face.
Kayden bent low, his voice a rare whisper. "You're perfect."
They tucked me in, surrounding me like a shield.
"You don't even know our nicknames yet, do you?" Kaden teased.
I shook my head, cheeks hot.
Kayden's quiet voice softened. "From now on… you're my Dark Siren."
Kadeem smirked. "You're my Velvet Temptress."
Kadin grinned. "You're my Sweet Fury."
Kaden leaned close. "And you're my Lustful Queen."
I traced their arms in turn, answering softly. "Kayden… my Silent Monster. Kadeem, my cunning monster. Kadin, my sweet monster. And Kaden… my treacherous monster."
They exchanged glances, amusement mixing with something deeper.
I climbed onto Kayden, clingy and shameless, pressing my body against his. His tattooed arms wrapped around me, steady and strong, and I nuzzled into him. Soft kisses trailed my neck and collarbone. Hickeys bloomed along my skin—marks of possession, silent promises that I belonged only to them.
The room was warm, quiet, perfect—until Kayden's phone buzzed, breaking the calm. He frowned, then passed it to Kaden.
Kaden answered, voice lazy at first. But his smirk faded as he listened. "Yeah. Next Friday night. Gala. Father expects us there…" His tone dropped. "…and we're to bring dates."
The words stabbed like a knife. My stomach turned, and before I could stop it, hot tears spilled down my cheeks.
The brothers froze. For once, none of them smirked. Kadeem's glass stilled mid-air. Kadin leaned forward like he hadn't heard right. Kayden reached for me, jaw tight.
"Princess…" Kadin's voice was soft. "Hey—don't cry. It's just—"
I shoved his hand away, trembling. "No!" My tears burned, but anger flared with them. "You're not going with anyone else. Do you hear me? Not one of you. You're mine. All of you."
The silence broke. Kadeem blinked, then gave a low whistle, though his smirk couldn't hide the heat in his eyes. Kayden pulled me back onto his lap when I tried to stand, holding me tighter than before.
"Say it," I demanded, glaring at each of them through tears. "Say you won't take anyone else."
Kayden's lips brushed my temple, his voice a rare whisper. "Our wild princess… you already know the answer."
I curled against his chest, fingers pressed over his tattoo, their warmth surrounding me as if daring the world to even try and take them away.