31. Sierra
THIRTY-ONE
Sierra
I wake to someone slowly stroking my face, and I blink blearily until I see Konstantin. He’s lying on his side next to me. Yuri and Nikolai must still be passed out because they aren’t touching me.
“Hey,” I whisper to Konstantin. I could easily drift back asleep, but after the night before, I’m more interested in finding out if he’s okay.
“Hello,” Konstantin whispers back. He leans in to kiss me gently. “I was afraid it was a dream.”
It would’ve been a pretty gruesome dream.
I know they shielded me from seeing the worst of it, but I’d still seen his father’s body—and the bodies of so many others who had tried to stand against the assault on the mansion.
“Nope,” I murmur against his mouth. “It’s over. Everything… Well. Okay, it’s not over completely. You have a lot of work to do.” I poke him in the side. “But we have another few hours before that, I guess?”
“We deserve to rest,” he agrees. He trails his hand over my bare chest. Somehow, none of us had felt like putting clothes on after we’d showered last night.
I thought I’d feel dirtier, after everything I’d witnessed. I’d walked past so many bodies on my way to Konstantin. I’d seen the crumpled, messy remains of his father.
There had been so much blood.
But I’d slept soundly, surrounded by my men.
Konstantin’s hand settles on my breast and starts massaging.
My eyes flutter closed, and I try to bite back a moan. Everything is so sensitive, though, and someone stirs behind me. I half-turn to see Nikolai, his hair sticking up in every direction.
“Morning,” I tell him.
“Morning,” he replies through a yawn. “Getting started without us?”
“It is not our fault if you sleep late,” Konstantin answers. He reaches over my body, though, and ruffles Nikolai’s hair.
Behind Nikolai, Yuri groans loudly. “Can’t we wait half an hour? My entire body is sore.”
“You’re not the one who got shot,” Nikolai says. “You don’t get to complain about being sore.”
That reminds me of his injury, and my gaze slides down to his arm.
He catches me looking and shrugs. “It’s fine. It was a clean wound, and we got it taken care of fast.”
I’m still skeptical, but he reaches out, tweaking my other nipple and startling a gasp out of me.
Yuri rolls to face us and props himself up on one elbow. “Okay. It’s true, we all deserve a reward. The proletariat needs to be paid for their hard work.”
I laugh. “Yeah? You think you earned that, huh?”
Nikolai is looking between us, bewildered, and I shake my head.
“You have to decide if you’re a peon or one of the bourgeoisie,” I tell him.
“In which role do I get to fuck you?” he asks.
I glance at Yuri. “I don’t know. Ask Yura which role is better.”
Konstantin laughs. “I think we have learned from history that there are always people on top.” He grins widely. “And now it is us.” He grips my chin and kisses me forcefully.
I gasp against his mouth, but the sound turns into another soft moan. I’m glad that Konstantin seems to be in good spirits. I’d been afraid that he might wake up in the sort of mood he’d been in the night before the attack on the mansion, but it seems like I didn’t need to worry.
I rub my breasts against his chest, feeling his cock starting to take interest against my thigh.
Nikolai grabs my hips from behind as he kisses down my back and grinds against me, before sliding his hands up to my breasts and squeezing and tugging at my nipples. “Imagine when these have milk,” Nikolai says, nuzzling my neck. “You’re gonna make a mess, zaya.”
I blush at the thought. I wonder if my breasts will still be this sensitive after the baby is born. “Guess you’ll have to suck on them then,” I say, biting my lip. “Maybe… Maybe you should practice.”
Yuri laughs and reaches past Nikolai to pinch my breast.
I yelp. “I said practice sucking on them, not torturing them,” I say, breathless despite my words. Fuck, it feels good.
Yuri doesn’t release my nipple, rolling it around in his fingers. “I thought you were adventurous,” he teases me. “We could try nipple clamps, or?—”
“Don’t you even finish that sentence,” I tell him. “Not when they’re this sensitive, anyway.”
Konstantin chuckles, his hands sliding down my stomach until they’re smoothing over the swell of my belly. “But they’ll be sensitive for a long, long time,” he points out.
“I know,” I whine, squirming as Nikolai grabs my other breast and starts torturing that one, too. “Fuck, the two of you…”
Konstantin’s hand slides farther down until his finger is gliding along my already wet cunt. “But you’re enjoying it, Sierrochka,” he points out.
I groan, but there’s nowhere I can go—not with Nikolai behind me, Yuri above me, and Konstantin in front of me. They have me completely boxed in again, and in the wake of everything that’s been happening, it makes me feel safe and warm and comfortable…
And completely and utterly turned on.
I reach down to grab Konstantin’s cock, stroking it slowly, and it startles a sound out of him, too. He leans in, crushing our lips together, and I whimper helplessly against his mouth while the three of them assault my body with so much pleasure I can barely stand it.
“One of you…” I pant. “One of you needs to be inside of me.” I bite back another cry as Konstantin toys with my clit.
“Why are you being so quiet?” Nikolai asks, and I can feel his smirk against my shoulder. “We aren’t in your brother’s house anymore.”
No, we’re not. We’re in our house.
The thought briefly gives me pause.
Our house.
“The guards…” I protest.
“Will know that Kotya is fucking you very, very hard,” Nikolai suggests, which makes Konstantin and Yuri both laugh.
“No one’s fucking me at all yet,” I grouch.
Nikolai grabs me and forces me down onto my back on the bed, pushing Yuri out of the way. “We can fix that, Miss Impatient. Maybe we need to fuck you senseless. Maybe you need more than one cock inside of you.”
I wince at the thought of taking them in my cunt and ass at the same time. “My ass still hasn’t recovered from the last time,” I tell him, staring up at him as he looms over me.
“Who said I’m talking about your ass?” Nikolai asks with a wicked smile on his lips. “Your cunt can stretch, can’t it?”
My breath hitches, and I give a quick shake of my head. “Oh, no. No, I am not that adventurous.”
“It wouldn’t feel much bigger than Kotya,” Yuri says, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth. “The two of us inside of you, moving together…” He hums, then glances up at Konstantin. “What do you think?”
“Hey,” I croak out. “Pregnant, remember?”
“Even better,” Nikolai says. “We won’t be able to do anything like this for much longer.” His hand goes to my belly, and he murmurs, “Let’s go out with a bang, zaya.”
Konstantin’s hand lands over Nikolai’s on my stomach. “Let us prove how alive we are,” Konstantin says. “I want to see you so wrecked and sloppy and dripping with cum.”
“Oh, my god, I’m going to regret this,” I lament.
It makes Nikolai’s eyes light up, and he kisses me fiercely before whispering, “It’ll feel so good. You’ll wish you’d tried it sooner.”
Somehow, I doubt that, but he seems so enthusiastic that I find myself curious as he slides down my body until his face is level with my cunt.
With Yuri’s tongue teasing my nipple and Nikolai mere inches away from my clit, I glance aside at Konstantin, and he leans in close to kiss me while Nikolai spreads my legs. I moan against Konstantin’s mouth as Nikolai’s tongue starts to lap at my clit, and Nikolai grips my hips tightly to hold me in place.
I writhe beneath him, every second feeling better than the next, and I’m getting close to orgasm when he pulls away.
Letting out a choked sound, I stare down at him in dismay. “Nikolai!” I whine.
Nikolai grins and moves up. “You’ll like this even more,” he promises. “Up.” He helps me up, then flops down onto his back.
“You will ride Nikolai, while Yura slides in from behind,” Konstantin says, like it’s already decided.
I whimper, still in a daze after my denied orgasm, but I’m so desperate for stimulation that I obey. I move so I can sink down onto Nikolai’s cock, and we both groan as his cock stretches my cunt. This feels so good, and I start to rise so I can fuck myself on him. Yuri grabs me by the waist, though, forcing me to stop moving, and I let out another sound of protest.
“Almost,” Yuri promises from behind me. “Lean forward.”
I sort of want to ask them how they’re so versed in this, but I know they shared plenty of women before they found me. Adventurous women, like Yuri likes them, and while I should probably feel a stab of jealousy, all I feel is relief that we’re not going into this half-assed.
I lean down until my chest is pressing against Nikolai’s, and he reaches under me to toy with my overly sensitive nipples. It’s an awkward position, but I forget all about that when Yuri’s cock finds my hole, right beside Nikolai’s cock.
I don’t think I’m nearly stretched enough for this, but then, they’re not wrong that Konstantin’s cock is bigger than theirs. If I can take him, I guess I can take Nikolai and Yuri together.
I’m not sure if the thought is thrilling or one of resignation.
No, that’s not true, because the second Yuri manages to get the head of his cock inside of me, my body shudders with the force of a powerful climax.
Nikolai and Yuri both groan in tandem, and Nikolai tweaks my nipples harder as I come for what seems like an eternity.
“Fuck, Sierra, you didn’t even wait for me to get fully seated,” Yuri says as he keeps pushing inside. My body is clamping down around their cocks as though it’s trying to push them over the edge, too.
“Zaya,” Nikolai croaks out, and I drag myself into a half-seated position. Konstantin touches my chin and guides me into a kiss.
Between the three of them, I feel that same sense of warmth and safety that I’d felt before, except it feels like it’s tenfold because I feel something else, too.
Despite how depraved it might seem—despite how utterly filthy—I feel loved .
It isn’t the right time to tell them that, not when I’m afraid of how they’ll react, but I think it. I think it so strongly, I’m almost afraid I did try to say it because Konstantin pulls back and looks at me so tenderly that I wonder if he’s going to say the same.
But before it can turn to confessions none of us might be ready for, Yuri and Nikolai have both settled themselves deep in my cunt.
“Ready?” Nikolai pants against my mouth, and I remember that I’m about to get the fucking of my life.
“No,” I say with a choked laugh. “But you can do it anyway.”
Yuri kisses my shoulder. “It’s going to feel amazing,” he promises.
Strangely, I believe him. I believe him, and Nikolai, and Konstantin.
It still startles me when Nikolai and Yuri start to thrust, drawing almost all the way out then pushing back in, and I wail in pleasure—all right, and a little bit of discomfort—at the way it feels.
“Oh, fuck,” Nikolai cries out. “It’s been… It’s been too…”
“Shut up,” I tell him, swatting weakly at his chest. “Just fuck me.”
Konstantin reaches around, playing with my too-sensitive nipples, and I sort of wish he’d give me his cock to suck on so I could be completely immersed in the experience. He seems intent on teasing me, on tormenting me, and it feels so good that I can’t tell him to move.
Yuri does, though, fucking into me at the same quick pace Nikolai sets. They work together, in and out, driving me absolutely crazy until Konstantin squeezes my nipple even harder and my second orgasm is slamming into me.
The strangled sound I make is so loud that it’s embarrassing, and I’m not going to be able to look any of the guards in the eye.
Oh, well. Let them know I’m loud. It’s not like they don’t know I’m fucking at least Konstantin, and after all of this?—
My thoughts cut off abruptly as Nikolai shouts and fucks me more furiously, and heat fills me as he grips my hips with a bruising touch. Yuri stops, panting hard against my neck, but as soon as Nikolai seems to be finished, Yuri sets a brutal pace all over again. He grasps my waist right above where Nikolai is still holding onto me.
“Ready?” Yuri asks, but I have a feeling it doesn’t matter what my answer is.
“Yes, fuck, yes!” I cry out, and that seems to be all the permission Yuri needs to spill into me, too. His fingers flex on my waist, and he shudders as he comes down from his own climax.
“Okay,” Nikolai croaks. “Too sensitive. Fuck, that’s…”
I need more, though, and I glance at Konstantin. I’m so aroused, I can’t help but give him a pleading look, and he looks at me with so much intensity that I shiver in anticipation.
“Look how full she is. Two entire loads inside her,” Konstantin murmurs.
I shiver at the sheer filthiness of his words, words that could very well destroy me, but all they do is turn me on even more.
Yuri pulls out, then Nikolai, and for a moment, we stay there, panting.
Then Konstantin clears his throat and says firmly, “My turn.”
Nikolai and Yuri pass me over to him like I’m a ragdoll, depositing me right into Konstantin’s lap. I can feel their cum dripping out of me, right up until the point where Konstantin’s huge cock plugs me up.
He doesn’t take his time, holding me close but starting out with a fast pace as he thrusts his hips up against mine. I’m too spent to do much more than cling to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he must like it, because it all seems to spur him on.
I’m making noises I didn’t know I could make, all while he fucks me hard and fast and pushes me closer to the edge once more.
“Please!” I beg, my voice high. “Please, fuck, Kotya!”
I’m not making any sense, but then, I don’t have to.
He understands.
Konstantin grabs me and—without even sliding out of my sloppy cunt—pushes me down onto my back on the bed. I wrap my legs around him as he goes back to fucking me in earnest. He finds my g-spot, and I see stars as he fucks Nikolai and Yuri’s cum deep inside of me.
I turn my head as moan after moan spills from my lips, and Nikolai runs his finger over my mouth. I part my lips, taking it past them and sucking hard on it as a distraction. Not that it helps, because my body is soon clamping down around Konstantin’s pistoning dick as my third climax startles another wail out of me.
That must be it for Konstantin, too; his cum joins Nikolai and Yuri’s as he tenses and fucks me that much harder. It would be too much to handle if I wasn’t already so loose, so ready for him, but I only urge him to be that much more brutal.
Then it’s done, and he’s slowed down until he’s reluctantly pulling his cock out of me so he can lie down beside me.
Yuri wipes sweat from Konstantin’s face, and when they kiss, it’s surprisingly sweet, but intense, too, and my heart fills with warmth at the sight of it.
Those three little words are on the tip of my tongue—almost there but not quite—but I don’t even know how to say them. How do you tell three men that you love them all at once, without diminishing the impact?
I’ve never felt this way before, never felt the urge, and it leaves me faltering.
Nikolai kisses me, though, and the nagging need falls away into the background as I lose myself in the aftershocks of pleasure.
All four of us settle back down on the bed, and the silence isn’t broken until I say, “I can’t feel my legs.”
Nikolai snickers, kissing the tip of my nose, but his voice is quiet and sincere as he says, “You did so good, zaya.”
“I can’t believe you managed to get both our cocks in,” Yuri mumbles. “Two entire cocks! That’s so much.”
“Hey!” I slap his shoulder half-heartedly. “You said it would fit. That your two cocks combined are smaller than Kotya.”
Konstantin chuckles and kisses my cheek. “I am large, but not that large.”
“You’re plenty large enough,” I tell him, closing my eyes.
The urge to speak fills me again, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to say it.
“But I love it,” I go on without looking at any of them.
I love you , I don’t say.
Konstantin takes a deep breath. He kisses my cheek again, and he says, “I love you , Sierrochka. I…” He laughs shakily as my eyes fly open and I stare at him. “All of my life, I did what my father asked. I did not think to disobey. Not until I met you. You made me want to live for myself.”
I wet my lips with my tongue, suddenly feeling so much anxiety that I’m not sure what to do with it.
“I didn’t think I could ever want just one woman,” Nikolai admits. “Even sharing, even being as adventurous ,” he smirks at Yuri, “as some of them were… Yeah. I didn’t think I’d ever fucking love one of you.”
The words are there, almost ready to say, almost . But I feel frozen in time, in this moment that I don’t think I’ll ever forget. I’m scared to look at Yuri, scared he won’t feel the same… but in my heart, I know better.
He’d fallen first.
Yuri takes my hand and squeezes it. “From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew. You snuck into a gang meeting and stood up to your brother to satisfy your curiosity. You were reckless and clever and so interesting. If you’d let me, I would have taken you on that motorcycle ride that same day. Yeah, I love you, Sierra.”
I inhale slowly, shakily, and look between them.
I realize that if I say something wrong, I could break them. Not one of them, but all three, and my words have never been so important.
“I… You didn’t make it easy,” I confess. “Not at first. None of you.” My gaze goes to each of them in turn, lingering. “But…” I take another deep breath. “Now I can’t imagine not loving you.”
Nikolai grabs me and kisses me hard on the lips. “That’s because we’re perfect, zaya,” he says with a smirk as he pulls away.
I snort. “Perfectly annoying,” I tell him.
“We’re going to go on so many adventures together,” Yuri promises with a wild smile.
Konstantin nods. “You will help us carve our niche here and establish our reign.” He strokes my belly again. “After all, your child will inherit it all.”
I watch his hand, not sure how I feel about the idea of being the mother of the heir to Konstantin’s empire. But I’ll have a say in how my child—my son or my daughter—takes part in it, and whether Konstantin wants to admit it or not, I’ll have a say in how these things proceed.
The feeling is heady, almost like a drug.
I’ll never feel powerless again.
“Our child,” I say, then manage a rueful smile. “Our children .”
From the way Konstantin’s eyes light up, I know I said the right thing—and from the way Nikolai and Yuri take turns peppering my mouth with kisses, I know they agree.
I’m in this, for better or for worse.
But I really think it’ll be for the better.