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Ezra grumbles something in Russian and pulls me back into the warmth of his chest, sighing into my hair as he holds me close.
The bed dips behind me, and a third body joins us under the sheets. A warm hand settles over my hip and starts to rub slow, tender caresses over the outside of my thigh. Lips press to my shoulder, featherlight kisses trailing across my back.
This can’t be happening. What is happening?
One of Ezra’s calloused hands tangles in my curls and cups the back of my head. I open my eyes to find his onyx ones enraptured by my face, and then he closes the distance by sweeping me into a deep kiss.
A cry catches in my throat as Ezra holds me in place and captures my bottom lip between his, the groan he makes sending heat straight to my core.
Mikhail’s hand smooths over my ass and squeezes. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you, malyshka?” He tuts in my ear as his fingers dip lower, teasing the backs of my thighs. “One night in the library wasn’t enough, hm? You keep moaning my name all over the house. Have you missed me that much?”
Ezra’s tongue slides into my mouth and I can’t respond. My mind blanks as he hooks my thigh over his, spreading me open and allowing me to feel the slick heat pooling between my thighs. This time, it’s Ezra’s hand sliding up the back of my thigh and cupping my ass, and I gasp as I feel a very hot, hard cock grinding against my stomach.
“Mmm,” Mikhail breathes, kissing my neck. “Such a naughty bride, letting two men play with her.” His fingers ghost over my molten core, and I whimper against Ezra’s mouth. He releases my lips the same instant Mikhail slips a finger inside my heat, and they both catch the moan it elicits. Mikhail starts working me slowly, sliding two fingers in and out, groaning into my neck. “She’s so tight, Ezra. Feel how tight she is.”
A second hand joins the first, and a third finger joins the rest. Both men pulse their fingers in and out, taking turns so that, as one retracts, the other takes his place. I’m full in a way my own fingers will never make happen, and I toss my head back with a needy whine.
They’ve been sharing my dirty little secrets with each other. They probably knew all about Mikhail catching me in the library the night it happened, then the day Andrei nearly fucked me outside the mayor’s party, I’m sure someone tattled to Ezra. There’s no way Ezra could have contacted them about today, though, so Mikhail must have chanced upon?—
Mikhail bites my shoulder from behind, making me clench around his fingers. He groans, curling them inside me to hit my G-spot. “Fuck, Valentina. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
Ezra punctuates the word cock with a well-timed thrust of his own, grinding himself against my hip. “Andrei gets her first,” he says, his voice heavy with desire. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t taste her.”
Both men remove their fingers, and Mikhail wraps an arm around my chest, holding his glistening digits in front of my face. My cheeks flame as he twists his wrist in the fading sunlight, giving us all a glimpse of how wet I am.
“I think we should see if she is sweet,” Ezra rumbles, pressing his thumb against my lips. I swipe my tongue against him, and he shoves the entire thing into my mouth. A hint of me hits my tongue and I suck, enjoying the way Ezra’s eyes roll back. “Fuck, brother,” he growls, “I think she likes how she tastes.” He pulls his thumb from my mouth and cups my jaw, squeezing hard enough that my mouth pops open.
“Suck,” Mikhail commands in my ear, holding his fingers to my lips. “Clean your mess from my fingers.”
I’ve never felt more embarrassed, but riding that wave of embarrassment is full-bodied need. I accept Mikhail’s fingers into my mouth as he slides them past my lips. The taste of my desire explodes on my tongue, and my eyes flutter closed as I lick him clean.
He growls in my ear, murmuring a fuck, that’s hot, and notching his cock against my ass. He thrusts hard enough that I squeak in surprise at how much the pressure hurts. He’s rock hard, an iron rod grinding into my cheeks. As Mikhail pumps his fingers in and out of my mouth, Ezra’s lips travel lower. Cupping my breast, Ezra grumbles something in Russian and kisses the tip, lathing my pink bud with his hot, wet tongue, and licking a stripe across the top of my breast. I buck in Mikhail’s arms, and he laughs, grinding harder, undeterred in the slightest.
This is insane. I’m wedged between two sinfully hot men as they toy with my body in ways I never imaged. I didn’t even say I wanted them to touch me, but fuck, I don’t know how I’ll ever want anything else for as long as I live.
I long to kiss Mikhail, so I twist my spine and lock on to the back of his head, pulling his lips to mine in a needy display of affection. I did miss the crazy bastard.
He captures my mouth greedily, rivaling Ezra’s tenacity with strong strokes of his tongue, his warm palm sliding down my body to tweak the nipple Ezra just abandoned. With a gasp, I arch my back, and the two men work in tandem to turn me onto my back. Once I’m settled, they both sit back to admire the view of my body.
As I flush darker and my pulse races beneath their gaze, I look beyond them to find that not only has someone turned on a lamp, but a third man has entered the room.
Andrei sits in a chair at the end of the bed, watching everything with a passive expression. When our eyes meet, he raises an eyebrow. “Don’t stop on my account. She seems to be enjoying herself.”
A rush of pleasure settles between my thighs as Andrei stares at my naked body. He’s never glimpsed it before, and this feels as deliciously lewd as I always imagined it would. A tiny tendril of fear at his reaction makes me wetter, and his eyes dilate as he settles his gaze on the desire dripping down my exposed slit.
A massive bulge stands like a mountain in his lap, and I lick my lips as I imagine what lies beneath.
He catches my return stare and his smirk morphs into a triumphant grin. “Do you want to see me, moya zhena?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Slowly, like he’s enjoying the moment, Andrei stands and undoes his belt, pops the button of his slacks, and slides down the zipper. He cups himself, and I see the thick outline through his black boxers as he squeezes. “Is this what you want, Valentina?”
Oh, god. He doesn’t actually want me to answer, does he?
He waits, sapphire-blue eyes darkening to deep navy as he strokes himself through his clothes. “Surely, my queen isn’t shy, is she?”
I suck my cheeks in. Oh, she definitely is.
