21. Rage
Chapter 21
Rage
When I first met Celia at the Baranova wedding, I knew she was the woman for me. Fierce in the face of adversity, loyal to those she cares about, and strong enough to hold the line against armed, dangerous men who were threatening the peace. She was willing to fight men like me to protect others.
And yet for years, no one has been willing to put up the same fight for her.
It’s why breaking through to her has been an uphill battle this entire time. She isn’t used to people fighting to keep her. Her twin brother Mikhail may be the exception—the only one—but he hasn’t been around as often since he rose the ranks of the bratva. Celia has been on her own for years now, and when she finally found a man she thought she could trust, he bailed on her. Got his secretary pregnant and left Celia to clean up the mess from their shattered marriage on her own.
She may have been expecting me to do the same, to cut and run the moment I realized that she couldn’t give me what I needed in our relationship.
It’s a bullshit expectation, but I can understand it.
I can even forgive her for running away when she realized how serious I was about us. I’m not the kind of man she ever imagined marrying or raising a family with. I’m not anyone’s first pick. But the difference between me and other men is that I’m okay being her second love—as long as I’m her last love. It’s why I’m okay with her getting close to Rebel or learning all of Ruin’s shadowed secrets—I’m not going anywhere, no matter how hard or fast she falls for my brothers.
I’ll always be right here when she needs me.
Which is why being late tonight is something I’ll never forgive myself for. The moment I walked through the front door, I knew that I’d fucked up. Rebel shoved me into the wall and should have done much worse. I wasn’t here when I should have been, and Celia wrapped herself in her pain for much longer than should have been possible.
This isn’t my first fuck-up, but it will be my last.
Swallowing my pride isn’t something I’m experienced with, but I’ll do whatever it takes to earn Celia’s heart. I kiss her shoulder and watch the sunrise drift lazily through the curtains, painting her in an ethereal pink glow. Her mouth twitches in her sleep, and it takes all of my willpower not to slant my lips over hers and kiss her awake.
She laid awake for hours after we all climbed into the bed with her last night. I won’t be the reason she’s restless and tired throughout the day. She needs rest to heal her aching heart.
Rebel, on the other hand, has other ideas. He props up onto an elbow and studies her face, his gaze wandering lower as the sunlight plays across her body.
“Don’t,” I warn.
He frowns. “She needs a pick-me-up. What better way than morning sex?”
“She will not want to have sex right now.”
Rolling his eyes at me, he brushes his knuckles across her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak. “The best way for her to move on is for us to remind her of what’s waiting right around the corner. Not just the sex, but the after. And that only comes from having sex.”
He blows air across her chest, smiling at the goosebumps trailing down her arms. “She’s always so responsive.” Chuckling, he kisses her collarbone. “Even in her sleep.” Within seconds, he’s gently licking and sucking her tit and palming her waist. Her back arches and her eyelashes flutter.
Fuck.
I will not be outdone by this fucking asshole.
“Fine,” I hiss, slipping the blankets over Celia’s hips, “but when she wakes up and starts crying again, you better stay to help her work through them.”
Rebel hums in the back of his throat as he plucks her nipple between his lips, quickly moving to kiss the other peak while palming the abandoned one.
Shifting my weight lower on the bed, I gently spread Celia’s thighs wider. She’s wearing panties which is annoying, but it’s easy enough to slide them?—
A sharp blade appears beside my face, and with a flick of his wrist, Ruin cuts the fabric away to grant me access. He plants his hand behind her knee and lifts, tilting her hips up toward my mouth. “Tell me how she tastes,” he rumbles, hovering closer than I’d like.
“Taste her yourself,” Rebel mutters, clapping a hand on Ruin’s shoulder. “Rage, move, let him eat her out.”
“No.” I glare at the both of them. Fucking meddlers. “This is my morning ritual. Get your own.”
She’s glistening down there when I spread her perfect lips. Fuck. It really has been too long since I tasted her. With a growl, I dive in, licking a long, wet stripe up her tight channel. Celia keens, her back arching far enough that her hips lift off the bed. I reach beneath her thighs and grab her hips, pulling her pussy onto my mouth. Closing my eyes, I bury my tongue in her sweet cunt and devour her one mouthwatering lick at a time.
“Here,” Rebel murmurs, “you suck this tit while I suck on the other.”
Great, now he’s coaching our little brother on how to please a woman.
Actually, that might not be a bad idea.
I lift my gaze to the scene above me and my dick jumps to attention. Celia’s eyes are barely open, but she’s got the most fuck-me look on her face that I’ve ever seen. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted. One nipple in Rebel’s mouth while Ruin pinches the other between his knuckles. That’s not quite what Rebel meant, but it’s enough for Celia to cream all over my face. Fuck , she’s dripping.
My fingers slip right inside her molten core, and within seconds of rubbing her G-spot, she’s riding my face in earnest.
“O-oh, ohgod, ohmygod, Rage! ”
That’s fucking right, you’re gonna moan my name. Mine.
“Does that feel good, baby? Mmm , fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
I could do without Rebel’s voice in my head right now, though. Thankfully, Celia’s moans drown out whatever filth he’s muttering in her ear, because she gets louder and louder and louder , her moans pitching higher the closer she gets to coming.
“You’re gonna come all over his face, aren’t you, pretty girl? I can hear how wet you are. Can you hear it, baby?”
She pinches her bottom lip between her teeth and nods frantically, coating my hand in her desire. It drips down my wrist and onto the sheets. Which means she might actually?—
Quickly, I shift the angle and go hard , pressing and rubbing faster and faster until I feel it start—she explodes , drenching my mouth in her squirt. I groan as her taste bursts on my tongue and fills my mouth, streaming down my chin and drenching the bed in a delicious mess.
“Oh shit, did she just squirt?”
Licking my lips and wiping my face on my forearm, I grin. “Yeah, she fucking did.”
“Fuuuuck,” Rebel groans, jamming his erection against her thigh. “That’s so fucking hot. Goddamn.”
Celia’s face is frozen in shock, her blush deepening to crimson. “I don’t—I’ve never—I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t be.” Rebel tips her face towards his. “It’s fucking hot. We love it. Don’t we?”
“Yes,” Ruin rasps in my ear.
Jesus, I didn’t realize he’d gotten so close.
He reaches out and runs his fingers through her slit, mesmerized.
I can’t blame him. Her lips are swollen and hot, begging for more. Slowly, Ruin slides a finger inside, down to the first knuckle, and her pussy sucks him in greedily, taking not just one finger, but three all the way to the base. He tries to slip his pinky inside, but Celia cries out and pushes herself up toward the headboard.
“N-no way, I can’t—it’s too much?—”
To my surprise, Ruin lets his fingers slip out and doesn’t push them back in. But then it becomes clear what his real goal is—he slides his mask to the side and pushes his fingers into his mouth to taste her.
Celia’s mouth falls open as she watches him suck his fingers clean. She can’t look away, and frankly, neither can I. To my knowledge, he’s never been with a woman before. This could be a first for both of them. When I tear my gaze away to check Celia’s reaction, she’s swallowing hard and biting her lip—which means she’s nowhere near done yet.
Squirming, she looks between the three of us. “Um, good morning. I see that you’re, ah, awake.”
The throbbing ache in my balls only grows with her shyness. I can tell Rebel’s raring to go, but she should be the one to decide what happens here, if anything at all. “Do you want to keep going?” I ask, praying that she says yes.
If I’ve ever earned anything in my life, dear God, let it be this.
She worries that bottom lip between her teeth as she covers her chest with her arms and cups her breasts. “Um, how?”
My brain stalls as she tries to close her legs. Holding them open, I caress her inner thighs, careful not to touch her pussy yet.
“We could take turns,” Rebel suggests, glancing at each of us to make sure both of our dicks are hard.
Yeah, dipshit, we’re hard as fuck.
Ruin’s already leaking jizz all over the sheets.
Celia’s eyes widen. “Turns?”
“Yeah,” he continues, caressing a hickey on her neck with his thumb. He leans in and kisses the spot, humming against her skin. “Think you can you take three loads, baby?”
I glance over at Ruin and know that there’s no way he’ll last long enough to come inside of her. His whole body’s quivering, like he’s barely holding on as it is.
But I play into the fantasy, knowing that we all need to get used to the idea. We’ve all already thought about it, I’m sure, but I don’t know if Celia has. “We’ll knock you up,” I tell the room, making sure to meet each of my brother’s gazes before nodding at our woman, “all three of us.”
“Together,” Rebel confirms, kissing her jawline. “Is that what you want, baby?”
Celia takes a moment to process, but then she’s wrapping her hands around the base of Rebel’s neck and Ruin’s, pulling them both closer. She looks each of them in the eye before whispering, “do you think it will work this time?” Tears shine in her emerald eyes, and she hastily wipes them away. “I really want it to.”
Pride swells inside my chest. If there’s anything my brothers and I can do, it’s complete a mission together. We’re experts.
“I know it will.” I close the distance between us and kiss her hard, aligning our hips and grinding my length against her pussy. She’s slick and hot to the touch, moaning into my mouth and wrapping those perfect thighs around my waist. I slide into her slowly, stretching her walls, the tight embrace of her body making mine tremble. “I’ve got you,” I promise, kissing her deeper, making sure she understands. “I’m not letting go.”
I relinquish her mouth to Rebel and lean back on my knees to drive my cock deeper, reveling in the way her tits bounce with each measured thrust. She moans as Rebel tilts her head back and slips his tongue between her lips, claiming her mouth.
“He’s gonna fill you up,” Rebel rasps, biting her lip, “and then it’s my turn.”
She nods, clinging to his neck and panting in his ear. Blindly, she reaches to the other side and grabs Ruin’s arm, pulling him closer. “You, too,” she cries out, digging her nails into his flesh. “I, a-ah, need you to—” she gasps and grinds her hips, muttering and moaning as I drive harder into her heat. Ruin turns her face back toward him and stares into her half-lidded eyes, groaning weakly as his cock jumps against his stomach. A burst of semen pours from the tip, and his shoulders curve inward as he comes early—way too fucking early, but we’ll work on that—gasping behind his mask. He reaches up and claws at the clasps, breaking one as he snaps the mask in half at the nose and throws the bottom half away. Celia reaches up and cups his scarred cheek, a smile playing on her lips for a split second before I slam home and derail her entire being, tearing a high-pitched scream from her throat. Her nails scrape his cheek, drawing blood, and that’s what does him in more than anything else that’s happened this morning.
Ruin grits his teeth as cum shoots from his cock, striping Celia’s neck and tits in streaks of white. A huge fucking load, going on long enough that I come, too, filling up our girl’s pretty pussy with a groan that I can feel in my bones. I’ve barely finished when Rebel is shoving me aside and crawling on top of Celia for his turn.
As he thrusts, he bites onto her neck and moans, his shoulder muscles rippling as he pumps in and out of her nice and slow. I know he’s trying to hold on, but it’s pointless.
She feels like Heaven every time.
“You’re gonna come for me, right?” Celia’s gentle voice washes over me, and I do a double-take as she brushes her palms up and down Rebel’s back in soothing strokes. Ruin’s blood smears over Rebel’s shoulder, but neither Rebel or Celia notices. They’re too wrapped up in each other.
Rebel moans, a soft sound that can’t be real. I have to be imagining it. But then he does it again, and Celia kisses him with the brightest smile. “That’s it, baby,” she cries, pushing her tits into his chest, “God, you’re such a good boy, coming for me—filling me up—” Her voice breaks off on a whine that’s breathtakingly beautiful. I commit it to memory and know that each of my brothers is doing the exact same—memorizing every detail of this moment.
Our girl is ours in every way imaginable.
Rebel convulses over her, crying out as his hips jerk into the cradle of her thighs. “Fuck, baby, yes, I’m coming so hard for you,” he moans, thrusting deep. He collapses and she’s quick to wrap him up, holding him as close to her body as possible.
The tiniest flare of jealousy fires inside my heart, but it’s gone as soon as it’s born, because my girl is smiling up at me so beautifully that I know she’s going to be okay.
We’re all going to be okay.