Chapter 27 Willow
WILLOW
My heart is racing a mile a minute. Part of me can’t believe this is happening.
I’ve been dreaming about this for a lot longer than I’d like to admit—being fucked by the Voronin twins together.
Even when we were all together, there was a part of me that wondered what it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of them, contending with Malice’s fiery intensity and Vic’s cool intentionality.
Now that I’m here, my head is already spinning.
They’re keeping me pinned between them, and I can feel the solidness of their bodies as they hold me in place. Malice kisses me again, rougher this time, more full of intent, and Vic’s lips find their way to my neck.
I groan into Malice’s mouth, squirming between them as they work me up.
Vic’s mouth finds a patch of scar tissue on my neck, leading down to my shoulder, and he licks and nips at it, practically worshiping it.
The physical sensation is dulled there, the nerves damaged and buried under the thick patches of scars, but it still sends sparks of electric heat shooting down my spine all the same.
His hands splay over my stomach, fingers dipping just a bit below my waistband. It’s enough that when I buck forward, seeking out friction while my body throbs with need, I end up grinding against Malice instead.
“Whatever you’re doing, Vic,” he growls, “she likes it.”
Then he kisses me with so much heat and intensity that I forget to breathe. His mouth is an inferno, and he grazes my lips with his teeth before plunging his tongue into my mouth and groaning like he’s devouring his favorite meal.
“I like it,” Vic murmurs, letting his hands wander.
His fingers slide under my shirt, finding more scars and tracing the patterns they make. When I arch back against him, I can feel that he’s hard in his pants, his cock pressed against my ass through the layers of our clothes.
I moan again, and Malice pulls away from the kiss, but only enough so that he can rip my shirt down the middle and start attacking my breasts with his mouth.
“Oh my god,” I hiss out, shivering between them, not sure who I should try to get closer to.
They’re both working individually here, but also in tandem. Each thing one of them does just makes me more sensitive for the other, and I’m caught in their push and pull, trying to stay afloat.
Malice ends up grabbing my ass, using his big hands to lift me up. I have to wrap my legs around his waist, and that just puts me even closer to the heat of his body.
I practically grind against him, my body crying out for more as he kisses me again.
Vic moves in closer behind me, and I put my arms around his neck, leaning back some so he has more access to my neck.
I could probably come like this eventually, held up between the two of them, lost in the haze of how good their mouths and hands feel on me.
But I want more than that. I want the chance to live out this fantasy, wholly and completely.
“Bedroom,” I manage to gasp out.
Vic steps back, but Malice doesn’t even put me down as we head for the bedroom.
“I hope you’re fucking ready, Solnyshka,” Malice growls, his hands digging into my ass as he holds me up. “Because I’m not in the mood to be gentle.”
“Are you ever?” I can’t help but tease, fisting his hair for once and tugging at the strands.
He makes a warning noise in his throat. “No. And you love it.”
“I love you,” I correct. “Both of you.”
I can feel Vic’s eyes on us as he follows, and as soon as we get to the bedroom, Malice lays me out on the bed. He stands back as the two of them gaze down at me. There’s heat in their eyes, twin hungers that burn like hot steel and blue flame.
In this moment, they seem even more alike than ever. They’ve both got their sharp edges, and it’s like they’re mirroring each other now.
The thought of what they might do to me together is enough to make me shiver, and my legs fall open almost unconsciously.
“Look at you,” Malice murmurs. “You’re a fucking vision. So innocent on the outside, but we know better than that by now, don’t we, Vic? I bet our girl is wet for us already.”
Victor swallows, his gaze dropping downward before returning to my face. “Are you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, because there’s no reason to deny it. “I can feel it soaking my panties. The second you both touched me, I couldn’t stop it.”
Malice peels his shirt off, revealing his inked torso, and Victor does the same. My eyes zero in on the tattoos I gave them, healing well and standing out on their skin, proving my claim on them both.
The shock of possessiveness that shoots through me is so intense it almost surprises me, although it shouldn’t.
They’re mine. And I’m never letting them go.
“Would you let Vic fuck you?” Malice asks, balling up his shirt and tossing it to the floor.
I frown, not sure why that’s even a question. “Of course.”
He smirks. “Would you let him fuck you while I take your ass?”
I suck in a breath, surprised and turned on all at once. I’ve done something like this once before, with Ransom and Malice, and it was so intense that I almost blacked out. It’ll be a lot to take both of them, but there’s no denying that my panties just got a whole lot wetter at the suggestion.
Malice grins as he reads my expression. “You want it, don’t you? You wanna feel both of us inside you, filling you up. Taking you apart. Me and my twin, claiming you entirely for our own.”
“I’m already yours,” I tell him. “Every part of me. There isn’t a hole in my body I wouldn’t let you fuck. Let you claim.”
Malice’s eyes glint with heated approval. “Good girl.”
I glance over at Vic, who’s been mostly quiet so far. That’s not rare for him, since he’s usually the one more likely to sit back and observe, but I want to make sure we’re all on the same page.
“Do you want that?” I whisper. “To fuck my pussy while Malice takes my ass?”
His expression is tight, like he’s about to lose control.
I know this is new territory for him. It’s pushing past his old boundaries in a big way, and I hope he’ll take the chance.
It takes a few seconds, but the blazing desire in his eyes wins out against everything else.
He glances at his brother and then back to me, nodding.
“Yes,” he rasps. “I want it.”
“Good.” Malice chuckles roughly. “Now that we’re all in agreement, let’s do this shit.”
He takes over in that way he has, sharing a glance with his twin before they both climb onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath their weight, and suddenly, their hands are everywhere.
Malice starts working to get the shredded remnants of my shirt all the way off, sliding my arms free of the sleeves, and Vic goes for my pants.
I start to lose track of whose hands are whose, just going with the feelings and sensations of it.
Fingers brush over my breasts, teasing and tweaking my nipples, and my breath catches as I moan softly, arching into the touch.
More fingers slide over my pussy as my panties are tugged off, pressing against the wetness there but not pushing in.
“Please,” I groan, trying to grind against that hand, and Malice smirks, pressing down harder before pulling his hand away.
“We’re gonna give you all that you can take in a bit, Solnyshka,” he promises. “For now, you’ve got to be patient.”
I make a face at him that could definitely be described as a pout. “I can never be patient. Not when it comes to you guys.”
“Here,” Vic murmurs, and suddenly there are hands on my face, drawing my attention and my gaze to him. “Focus on me.”
His voice is soft and deep, and I let myself do as he says, focusing on him. I can tell that his usual control is frayed, coming apart at the edges a bit, but he’s going with it, allowing himself to feel and do and be the way he wants to in the moment.
It looks good on him, that hint of wildness, and when he lowers his head to kiss me, I meet him eagerly, groaning as our lips touch. He cradles my face, deepening the kiss, and then his hands start to wander.
“So soft,” he murmurs. “Your skin is so fucking soft. And then… this. This beautiful, addictive chaos.”
He slides his hands down my neck and to my shoulders, and I can feel it when his fingers start to trace the edges of my scars. He’s always been so fascinated by them, turned on by their random shapes and patterns where others might find them ugly.
I’ve learned to enjoy it, so when he moves to kiss and lick his way down the thick patch on my side, I just breathe into it, enjoying being savored like this.
My eyes slide back to Malice while Vic maps out my body, watching the broad-shouldered man shuck off the rest of his clothes. His tattooed cock springs free, already hard, and he strokes it a little, like he’s tiding it over before it can be buried inside me.
My pussy throbs at the thought, even though that’s not the part of me that Malice is going to be filling up. Not today, anyway.
“Oh god!” I hiss out a breath as Vic sets the edge of his teeth against a sensitive patch of scars, drawing my attention back to him. “Fuck, Vic.”
He hums softly, soothing the sting with the flat of his tongue.
“Incredible,” he murmurs, his lips moving against my skin. “You taste so good.”
When he pulls away, I want to beg him to come back and keep going. But then he kicks off his pants and boxer briefs, and I suck in a breath at the sight of his cock, which is already flushed and hard.
Almost side by side, it’s interesting to see the twins like this. Malice is more ripped, his cock a bit longer, and Vic is still muscled but in a leaner way, his cock thicker around the shaft.
My heart skips a beat, and I feel like the greediest, luckiest woman in the world, because I don’t have to choose between these two men. I get to have them both.
Both of their cocks filling me up at the same time.
“Ride Vic first,” Malice instructs, giving my thigh a squeeze. “To warm you up.”