20. Konstantin
TWENTY
Konstantin
I step out of the shower, all the blood safely down the drain. I wonder if I should have been more bothered by the blood and the violence—but my thoughts are firmly on Sierra.
There’s a bruise on her face, one she doesn’t seem to be aware of. When I’d seen it, I’d known I would pay it back twenty-fold on that man.
Well, that’s all paid now.
I wrap a towel around my waist and go back to my bedroom, but I stop short.
Yura, Nikolai, and Sierra are all on the bed, naked, and making out. Sierra is kissing Yura while Nikolai works a mark into the skin of her shoulder right beside her scar.
They’re beautiful, and I know I should be jealous to see Sierra with other men, but once again I’m only filled with joy—and lust.
“Do you not have beds of your own?” I ask, amused.
“Not beds that fit all four of us,” Sierra breaks away to respond, her gaze sweeping over me. “Are you going to join us?”
Nikolai smooths a hand through her hair, then glances at me. “Yeah, Kotya. Are you gonna join us, or are you off to the couch?”
I drop my towel and stride over to them. “You start without me, in my bed, then suggest I sleep on couch?” I scoff and grab Sierra’s ankle, dragging her down the bed and away from the other two.
“Hey!” Nikolai protests. “We had her first.”
Sierra rolls her eyes even as she leans up for a kiss. “Like you haven’t shared before,” she says. “But god, Kotya, you take forever in the shower. I was starting to think we’d be done before you ever got out of there.”
Yuri sits up and waves to me. His hair is still damp, so it lies limp against his head. “Didn’t they teach you how to shower in five minutes?”
I pull Sierra closer, shaking my head. “I enjoy a hot shower! And I had to get my beard properly clean.”
There had been bits of flesh between the hairs, but I don’t mention that.
Sierra wraps her arms around me, pulling me down onto the bed next to her. I let her, and she climbs up so she can straddle my waist. She peers down at me, her expression solemn as she takes me in. “What am I to you?” she asks me.
What a question.
She should be nothing but a woman. She carries a child that might be mine, but there are plenty of women who could do that—ones I don’t need to share, ones where I can be sure that it’s my DNA flowing through the baby.
Yet I do not want other women.
I have never wanted other women the way I want Sierra. When she’d rebelled against me, I’d felt the fear closing in on me: that knowledge that I might lose Sierra before I properly had her in my grasp.
“You are—” I stop myself and think. “My heart,” I finish in Russian.
It’s so cheesy, yet I can’t think of any other way to word it.
Neither Yuri nor Nikolai mock me for it.
“I don’t know what that word means,” she says, her voice patient, quiet. “But as long as you’re not going to lock me away and treat me like shit, I guess I’ll take it. You…” She lets out a shuddering breath. “You scared me, Kotya.”
“I am sorry,” I say earnestly. My eyes flutter closed. “It was… there is no excuse. But I felt myself scared. My father, Petrov, Andronov… they have been breathing down my neck. And you said things I maybe thought too.”
“I’m not going to blindly follow you,” she says, but she leans down, placing delicate kisses on each of my eyelids. “Neither are they,” she adds, reminding me that Yura and Nikolai are both not only in the room, but in the same bed. “But usually, you’re a pretty solid man to obey .”
Nikolai snorts. “Usually.”
“You know I stand by you, Kotya,” Yura says quietly. “I owe you everything. But I can usually trust you to do right by me, by us.”
I let out a small laugh. “You followed me into this lifestyle, Yura.”
He shrugs. “I don’t care about stealing some cars or cash or whatever. But I’d rather not make somebody’s life hell in that way.”
Sierra brushes at some of my wet hair before her lips find mine in a deep, urgent kiss. “So it’s over?” she asks. “You promise?”
“I will tell Andronov not to contact me again,” I say before resuming the kiss. Her body is so warm against mine, and I want to touch every inch of it.
Some might say I’m a fool for letting a woman influence me like this, but in this moment, I couldn’t care less what they think. I want to feel her beneath me, writhing and locked in pleasure.
“Are you going to share?” Nikolai asks, interrupting the moment. “Or should Yura and me leave you two to your little love fest?”
I glance over at them, and I think about how good they’d looked with Sierra… how good they always look, especially when Sierra had directed them to kiss.
I’m working through ideas when Sierra says, “Maybe you should start your own love fest.”
Nikolai sputters, and his cheeks flush red. “We aren’t doing that again,” he says quickly.
My eyebrows shoot up. “Again?” I ask.
Sierra smirks at me. “Yep. Nikolai fucked Yuri.” The smirk turns into a smile. “Wish you’d been there to see it. Maybe they’ll do an encore.”
“Nope,” Nikolai says. “But I know Yuri would probably like being split open by Kotya’s big dick while I fuck you, Sierra.”
Yuri’s face gets red, but he shakes his head. “No, I… I mean, if we’re going to do adventurous shit, Sierra should be in the middle. And anyway, Nikolai was fucking me while I was fucking Sierra.”
“Well, it’s not like Nikolai’s going to fuck Kotya,” Sierra says, deadpan.
I haven’t ever thought about fucking a man, not like that. I’m intrigued by the image of Nikolai with his cock in Yura’s ass, though. “Perhaps I wouldn’t mind seeing something like that.”
Yura sputters. “Only if I’m on top this time.”
“Not even gonna happen,” Nikolai says, his cheeks turning pink.
“Then Kotya can fuck Yura,” Sierra suggests, sounding a little too innocent as she looks between us. “Oh, come on,” she says before either of us can argue. “I’m injured, the three of you are horny, and any hole is a goal or whatever they say, right?”
I shake my head. “No, Sierrochka. I’m not… I don’t…”
I catch Yuri scowl and avert his gaze.
“It’s fine,” Yuri mumbles. “I know Kotya isn’t into… men.”
Sierra looks between us. “Okay, time out,” she says. “You two…” She sighs, shaking her head. “No. I’m not going to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to do.” She stares at me as she says those pointed words. “But it would be hot.”
I let out a frustrated sound. “It is not what men do,” I say, and I know it’s a mistake as soon as the words are out of my mouth.
Nikolai glowers at me. “Gee, thanks, Kotya,” he snipes.
“Real men do whatever the fuck they want,” Sierra adds. “You think anyone would ever dare say anything to my brother’s face about who he’s fucking?” She laughs humorlessly. “Yeah. I know what you think of Kyran, but do you think him fucking a guy has anything to do with the reasons you hate him?” Her expression sobers, though, and she says quietly, “You don’t have to be what people want you to be. And no one outside of this room would ever know.”
Yura looks up at me. “It’s just us. I’m… I’m a man, right? Or do you think I’m lesser because I had sex with a man?”
“No!” I answer quickly. “No, of course not. I would never think less of you, Yura.”
Sierra rubs my bare shoulder. “If you wouldn’t judge him, why judge yourself? Why are you hung up on some stupid standards set by people like your father? The same man you’ll never be able to impress?”
Her words cut through me. I’ve already decided to stop obeying him on one matter—so why should I continue to try to please him in the bedroom?
I swallow hard, pulling Sierra closer. “It’s difficult,” I admit. “I have always heard… but you are right.” I extend an arm to Yura. “Come here, Yura.”
Yura crawls closer to me and stops in front of me, Sierra between us. “Kotya,” he whispers, his voice trembling and unsure.
I am not blind. I have known for years that Yura is perhaps more dedicated than most underlings. I have happily shared women with him, even knowing that he took as much pleasure from the women as from my own presence.
Perhaps I’d enjoyed the flattery of having Yura’s attention on me. I’d thought for sure that, now that Sierra is with us, he’d forget about all that and focus on her.
I’d been mistaken.
Sierra reaches out to Yura, pulling him in for a kiss. “The two of you need to stop worrying about what other people think,” she says softly. She flashes a rueful smile at Nikolai. “The three of you, I guess. Yeah, maybe I’m being a little selfish, but… I like the idea of all of us together.”
Nikolai’s gaze sweeps over us. “Yeah, I guess,” he says, sounding doubtful, but he doesn’t sound like he’s judging us, either.
Yura kisses Sierra back, then he leans past her to bring his lips to mine, short of them actually touching.
“Please, Kotya,” Yura whispers. “I…”
I close the distance.
This isn’t our first kiss, but it feels more significant than the last one we’d shared in the shower. I hold Sierra tight while Yura opens his mouth for me and allows me to explore, our tongues sliding against each other.
Sierra slides her fingers through the wet strands of my hair, gently encouraging us.
If she wasn’t there, I don’t know that I could do this. But her presence gives me strength to act on something I didn’t even know I’d wanted.
Until now.
I don’t know how long Yura and I kiss, but I do hear Nikolai clear his throat.
Yura backs away and glares at him. “We were busy,” he says.
“You can at least let me kiss Sierra while you’re busy,” Nikolai complains. He takes her hand, tugging, and she glances at me. I reluctantly let her slide off of me, but she continues to lie next to me as Nikolai leans in to kiss her with as much fervor as I’d shown Yura.
Yura makes a disgruntled sound. “So how do we do this? I want… I want Sierra too.”
“We all want Sierra,” I state calmly. “That’s not in question.”
“Sierra can… bend,” Sierra says. “I guess. For now.” She closes her eyes briefly before she says, “All right. So. Um.” She cracks a smile. “Yura, on your knees, with, um, Kotya behind you. Then I’ll suck Yura, and I guess Nikolai can fuck me if he promises to make me come.”
“I always make you come!” Nikolai protests, indignant.
I don’t remember having to plan the logistics of sex this much when it’s only two people, but I don’t regret the extras. We shuffle around, and I kiss the nape of Yura’s neck, completely available now that it isn’t covered by his long hair.
Sierra watches, getting down in front of Yura. Soon, her belly will be too large for her to easily move around like this, but I’m more concerned about the bruising all over her body. She catches my gaze, though, and gives a slight shake of her head.
“I’m fine,” she tells me. “So’s the baby. They checked me out pretty thoroughly and kept me overnight. So… be gentle and enjoy this while we can.”
Nikolai gets behind Sierra, his position a little awkward as he ends up with his back against the headboard of the bed. He reaches beneath her, and he must be playing with her clit, because she lets out a soft mewling sound.
“Nikolai, pass the lube,” I order. “I need to get Yura ready for all this.”
Yura groans and rests his head against my shoulder. “I’d say to skip it, but I know how large your cock is. My hole needs the prep.”
Nikolai grabs the lube from the bedside table, leaning in to hand it to me.
Sierra lets out another quiet noise, and I realize Nikolai must’ve slid a finger or two inside of her. “Fuck,” she mutters, reaching out to grab Yura’s cock. “This is like… a wet dream come true.”
“You think about this a lot?” I ask with amusement as I squeeze lube onto my fingers.
Yura gasps when I press the fingers against his hole. “She spied on her brother’s porn habits. She probably watched all the vids.”
Sierra’s cheeks turn pink. “Okay, it wasn’t something I really thought of until I met all of you. And it started out as like… because I wanted the three of you off of me. But then, yeah… It’s something I think about. Especially you two,” she says, still stroking Yura’s cock. “You have so much chemistry, even though you both try to ignore it.”
I push my finger inside Yura in order to avoid thinking about what Sierra said. He tenses and his hole tightens, but I keep pushing in. Yura takes a breath and forces himself to relax, allowing my finger an easier glide inside.
I’ve heard of how good it feels to have a prostate stimulated. I’m still not entirely prepared for how Yura howls when I push against his. Yura’s body goes taut and I have to wrap an arm around his chest to keep him upright.
Sierra groans and leans forward, taking the tip of Yura’s cock into her mouth. He squirms even more when Nikolai pushes her onto him, his cock poised at her hole. She lets out a moan, but I find that my attention is focused almost entirely on Yura.
I pull my fingers out and slather my cock with lube. I’m surprised at how hard I am, considering I’m about to fuck a man.
But it’s Yura, and Sierra is right there. This is no different from what we usually do: share a woman between us—even if this time, there’s an extra body between me and Sierra.
I line my cock up with Yura’s hole. “Ready?” I ask, holding him tight.
Yura laughs. “No, but go ahead anyway. Sierra is… Sierra is distracting me.”
Sierra makes a noise around Yura’s cock that has his laugh turning into a groan, but she doesn’t slide forward. I realize she’s waiting, even though Nikolai’s already pushed inside her and has started to slowly thrust. He’s taking care with her, and she’s already writhing.
I push into him, and I’m surprised at how tight he is. It isn’t that different from fucking a woman’s ass in theory—except it is, because it’s Yura. I bite down on his shoulder as I thrust in all the way.
Yura moans and grips Sierra’s hair, shoving his cock deeper into her throat.
She gags audibly, but she doesn’t pull back. Maybe she can’t, with how he’s holding her and how Nikolai is fucking her, but she doesn’t seem distressed—not if the sounds of her moans are any indication.
She really is enjoying this.
We fall into a sloppy rhythm, me pulling out and thrusting in, Sierra’s noises filling the room, Nikolai and Yura both grunting. I watch Sierra over Yura’s shoulder, and she’s so fucking perfect with her lips wide around his cock.
She’s fucking perfect either way.
I almost destroyed all this, all because of my pride and this idea that I have to always obey my father.
If anything shows me that I should defy him, it’s moments like these.
Nikolai’s groans are the first to get louder, making it clear he’s on the edge; Yura is next, with Sierra’s sounds too muffled for me to tell if she’s close. The three of them seem to come in rapid succession, with Yura shouting as Sierra does something with her mouth—or maybe it’s the way I’m thrusting into him, or both.
Panting, Nikolai reaches down to play with Sierra’s clit again. “Come for me, zaya,” he tells her breathlessly. “I know you’re close. Let me… ungh, let me feel you around my dick.”
Sierra whimpers, and I can practically hear her swallowing as she drinks every drop of Yura’s cum. It’s enough to push me over the edge, too, as I fuck Yura more urgently until I’m spilling into him as well.
I hold him, panting hard, until my cock slides out of him. Cum trickles down his thigh, and on any other night I might have played with his puffy hole. This all feels too raw and too soon, though, so I direct Yura to lie down, and I follow.
Nikolai ends up grabbing tissues and handing them around for us to clean up. When we’re relatively clean, we pull the sheets up around ourselves. I reach over Yura so I can stroke Sierra’s jaw.
I don’t know what else to say. I feel strange, but in a good way.
I want this. I want the three of them, in my bed, at my side. I don’t want to fight them.
Sierra smiles at me, a genuine smile that makes her eyes look warm. “Thank you,” she says simply before closing them, curling up against Yura and yawning widely. “But now, I’m going to sleep. The three of you…” She pauses, then corrects herself, “The four of you are gonna be the death of me, you know.”
The four of us.
Us… and the baby.
My child, who is going to inherit my brand new legacy.