The lunch crowd was thinning, and Kaylee stepped out of the cafeteria, flanked by the four brothers. Every eye snapped toward them. The air itself seemed heavier, charged, as if the world recognized their presence. Whispers spread instantly: who were these boys? So calm, so commanding… their reputation unspoken but undeniable.
Kayden's hand brushed hers firmly, a subtle reminder that she belonged to him. Kadeem, Kadin, and Kaden moved like shadows around her, protective and predatory. Students instinctively took a step back, murmurs trailing behind them. Even her friends froze, confused, eyes wide.
Kayden bent down first, pressing his lips possessively to hers. The crowd's collective gasp made her blush hotter than ever. She felt every pulse of heat, every racing heartbeat amplified under their public scrutiny.
Before she could catch her breath, Kadeem stepped forward, brushing his lips against hers briefly, teasing, daring, almost mocking the onlookers. Gasps, wide eyes, and whispers followed.
Kadin's turn came slowly, deliberate, his calm demeanor hiding the fire in his gaze. The crowd's attention didn't waver; some students whispered among themselves, some stared openly, frozen.
Kaden, quiet as always, leaned in last, lips brushing hers just long enough to assert his possession. Every motion, every glance from the four brothers seemed choreographed—an unspoken declaration: she is ours, completely.
When they pulled back, Kaylee's face burned, her pulse racing uncontrollably. Kayden's low, commanding voice broke the stunned silence:
"Everyone knows now. You're ours."
Kadeem smirked, leaning closer, voice teasing but dark. "Perfect… flustered and completely ours."
Kadin added, calm but deliberate: "Every blush, every shiver… all ours, princess."
Kaden allowed a quiet, almost lazy grin. His eyes scanned her, memorizing every reaction, every nervous twitch.
Even her friends, who had followed to the edge of the courtyard, were frozen in disbelief. A mixture of awe, shock, and fear ran across their faces—they couldn't compete with the magnetic, dangerous pull the brothers exuded.
As they walked her toward her dorm, every step was deliberate. Kayden's firm hold, Kadeem's teasing brushes, Kadin's calculated glances, and Kaden's quiet observation reminded her that the claim was absolute. Every heartbeat, every shiver, every glance belonged to them.
The crowd remained silent as the four brothers flanked her, a moving wall of dominance and control. Kaylee's cheeks burned hotter than ever, her mind spinning. She realized, fully, that her life had shifted irrevocably. She was theirs, claimed and taken in front of everyone, and nothing could change that.
By the time they reached her dorm, Kaylee's cheeks were still burning. Their presence was suffocating, intoxicating, overwhelming.
Kayden finally spoke, low and commanding: "We're done letting you live alone, princess. You're moving in with us."
Kaylee froze, wide-eyed. "Moving… in? My dorm? I… I can't just—"
"You can," Kadeem interrupted smoothly, leaning close. "You belong with us now. This isn't a question."
Kadin circled her slowly, smirk sharp. "Besides… you'll be safer. No one can bother you, no one can get close."
Kaden, calm but teasing, added, "You'll see it's better this way. Trust me… you'll like it."
Her mind raced. "And… what about Jackson?" she asked cautiously.
Kayden's hand brushed her cheek, possessive and firm. "Jackson is nothing compared to us. Forget him."
Kadeem smirked, circling her. "He's irrelevant, princess. You're ours. Every glance, every thought… ours."
Kadin leaned close, whispering, "If you even think about him, you'll regret it."
Kaden pressed a finger gently against her lips. "Ignore him. Focus on us. You belong here. And don't forget it."
Her chest heaved, heart pounding. She opened her mouth to protest, but found no words strong enough. Their attention was all-encompassing, overwhelming, intoxicating.
Kayden finally spoke again, quieter, almost tender: "Tonight, we'll show you… moving in isn't punishment. It's protection. And you'll see… you belong here."
The dorm room fell silent, thick with anticipation. Kayden guided her to a room and handed her a silky nightgown—thin straps, clinging fabric, daring cuts along the sides.
"Put this on," he said low and possessive. "You'll be comfortable… and it's exactly what we want to see."
Kaylee's cheeks burned. "I… I need to… clean up first," she stammered, glancing at the bathroom.
Kadeem smirked. "Of course, princess. Take your time. But don't think we won't watch."
Kadin leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, voice low and teasing. "We'll give you privacy… just enough to keep you trembling when you come out."
Kaden, calm outwardly but mischievous inside, stepped closer. "And don't worry. We'll be patient… for now. But every second, we notice everything."
Kaylee swallowed hard, heart racing. She slipped into the bathroom, locking the door, letting the hot water mask her nervous breaths. Every drop seemed to echo the tension building in her chest, the anticipation of what awaited outside.
After a careful rinse, she emerged wearing the nightgown. Her cheeks flamed hotter than the steam.
Kayden's eyes darkened instantly. "Good girl," he murmured, stepping closer and spanking her ass lightly. "You always know how to tempt us."
Kadeem leaned against the wall, smirk widening. "Not bad, princess. Very… distracting."
Kadin's grin was playful yet sharp. "You look… ours. Every curve, every line. And yes, we'll make sure you never forget it."
Kaden chuckled softly, calm outwardly, savoring the scene. "You're testing our patience. And I enjoy every second of it."
Kaylee instinctively covered herself, but Kayden's hand rested lightly over hers, possessive and grounding. "Relax. You're ours. You'll get used to it… in time."
The four exchanged dark, knowing glances, their presence filling the room with overwhelming possessive energy. Kaylee realized: her modesty was useless. Their obsession with her was absolute, and tonight she was theirs entirely.