Chapter Twenty
Juliet
“Blindfold?” Elliot asks, voice at my shoulder, already knowing the answer.
“No,” I breathe. “Not tonight. I want to see him.”
Vitaly stands in the hall, shoulders rigid, eyes wide.
He doesn’t know whether to kneel or run.
He hasn’t even stepped on the rug yet.
Callum and Orion dragged me in like they couldn’t wait to unwrap me.
Stripped me bare.
But he’s still near the door, one hand fisted, holding himself back.
I stretch out on the bed, knees parted just enough to be an invitation. “Come closer, volk. This is your welcome party.”
Callum’s the first to move.
Because of course he is.
“I’m just saying,” he says, shirtless, already palming the lube with a smirk. “If Juliet ends tonight without chocolate finger streaks on her thighs, it’s a missed opportunity.”
“You’re not going anywhere near her thighs until she’s made eye contact with him,” Elliot says coolly.
Vitaly takes one step forward.
Then another.
That’s right, sweetheart.
“You’ve never done this?” I ask.
Of course he hasn’t.
He nods, stiffly. His hands tremble.
Not from fear.
I know what fear looks like.
This is hunger. Controlled.
Terrified he’ll do it wrong.
Orion reaches over and palms Vitaly’s shoulder.
“First time, you just follow her,” he says. “We’ll take our cues from you.”
Oh.
Oh, my sweet brute.
I love Orion so much.
Elliot brushes hair from my cheek.
“Do you want him undressed?” Elliot’s voice is silk at my ear.
Always calm, always in control.
But tonight, he’s watching me for cues, not giving them. Because tonight is different.
Tonight, we let someone in.
“No,” I say. “I want to take it off him.”
Vitaly’s standing just beyond the bed now.
The lights are low.
His eyes are locked on me like he’s starving and can’t decide if I’m food or fire. His fists clench and unclench at his sides, trying not to tremble.
“Come here,” I purr. “Let me taste you.”
He steps closer.
I sit on my knees, thighs already damp and parted on the plush pink duvet.
I reach for his shirt, fingers brushing the firm line of his stomach.
He’s warm. Buzzing with tension.
“This is where I usually make a joke,” I whisper, “something filthy or unhinged.”
He swallows. Lets me peel his shirt off.
My hands explore first.
Up his chest, over his ribs, nails just biting as I drag them down.
“You’re perfect,” I say. “And you’re mine.”
I undo his belt next. Button. Zip. He doesn’t move, just breathes. I pull his pants down slow and lean forward to mouth over the fabric of his briefs, inhaling.
He groans. He’s already hard.
My mouth waters.
Behind him, Callum mutters, “I swear to God…”
“Touch yourself and Elliot gets the crop,” I warn him without looking.
Callum makes a strangled sound.
“Good girl,” Elliot whispers.
I look up at Vitaly. “Lie down for me. Head at the pillows.”
He hesitates only a breath before obeying.
When he lays down, the bed barely dips. He’s solid, sculpted, eyes wide and dark as he watches me crawl between his legs.
“You’re sure?” I ask him, fingers curling around his waistband.
“Da,” he rasps. “I want… I want everything.”
I drag his briefs off.
He’s thick, flushed, already leaking for me.
I press a kiss to the crease of his thigh, then the tip of his cock, and revel in the way he jerks.
His breath punches out like he’s never felt anything this intimate.
But I don’t suck him. Not yet.
I crawl higher.
I kiss his chest. His throat. I trace every line of him, cataloging my treasure.
And when I straddle his face, he doesn’t even flinch.
“Holy fuck,” Callum breathes.
“Let him,” Elliot says softly.
I brace one hand on the headboard and guide myself down.
He groans the moment I touch him, tongue flattening, arms locking around my thighs. His hands tremble but he holds me and devours.
“Jesus,” Noah whispers. “He’s starving.”
I roll my hips.
His tongue is eager, messy, imprecise. He moans into me like he’s tasting divinity and doesn’t care if he drowns in it. His stubble burns in the best way. He locks his arms tighter.
“Vitaly,” I gasp, “yes, fuck, yes, like that.”
Callum’s pacing like a caged animal now.
Orion sits at the foot of the bed, cock already out, stroking slow as he watches me ride Vitaly’s mouth.
“Goddamn,” Orion says. “I thought Juliet was the greedy one.”
“Let him eat,” Elliot says. “She’ll tell you when she’s ready.”
And I’m greedy. I rock against his mouth and lose all sense of time. I don’t even realize I’m chanting his name until Noah starts saying it with me.
I come hard, voice breaking, thighs shaking around his head.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucking doesn’t stop.
Licks me through it, arms like iron, moaning against my cunt.
I collapse forward, bracing myself on his chest, and pant out, “Fuck. Fuck. Okay. Yes. Tag in.”
I’m still gasping when Noah steps in, strokes my hair back, kisses my temple. “You did so good, angel. Ready for more?”
“Chocolate or clean?” Elliot asks me.
“Chocolate,” I gasp, smiling crooked. “Make me sticky.”
Elliot slides behind me and tilts my hips back like I’m made of silk and purpose.
“Up,” he says. “Hands on the headboard. Let us stretch you open.”
Orion’s there, steadying me with hands like stone and a gaze like stormclouds. He nudges between my thighs from behind while Elliot adjusts my knees wider, tapping one gently until it slides over Vitaly’s still-bare chest.
Callum’s lube-slicked fingers graze my lips.
“C’mon, madness,” he says, voice mischief and need. “Let me fuck that mouth before I lose my goddamn mind.”
“She needs prepping first,” Elliot says. “She just came. Orion, fingers. Two.”
I moan into the headboard as Orion obeys.
One thick, lubed finger, then two, stretching my ass while Callum kisses down my spine.
Noah is at my side, stroking himself slow, murmuring sweet nothings in Russian that he definitely learned from Vitaly.
“Tell her how beautiful she is,” Vitaly says from beneath me, still breathless from worship.
Noah obeys. “You’re art, Juliet. You’re gravity.”
Orion’s fingers crook.
Callum positions himself at my lips and traces them with the head of his cock. “Open up, sweetheart. First time Vitaly sees you like this, let’s make it memorable.”
I take him deep.
He tastes like salt and chocolate.
I hum around him.
He chokes on a curse. “Jesus fucking. She’s…”
“Finish that sentence and you’re out of the rotation,” Elliot warns.
Callum just groans and rocks forward, shallow, controlled thrusts while Orion keeps working me open from behind.
“Ready,” Elliot says after a moment. “Orion, take her. Vitaly, you want to be inside her when she breaks again?”
Vitaly growls. It’s not a yes. It’s a claim.
Elliot gives a nod.
In one motion, Orion replaces his fingers with his cock, stretching me slow but firm while Elliot guides Vitaly up from the bed, cock in hand, position perfect.
They slide into me together, front and back, and I moan around Callum, muffled, overwhelmed, split in the best fucking way.
“Good girl,” Elliot says. “Take them. Show them what you were made for.”
They thrust in tandem, Orion’s grip on my hips like iron, Vitaly’s hands tangled with his, watching every flicker of pleasure on my face.
Callum starts to lose rhythm. “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…”
Elliot grabs his jaw. “Hold it. She’s not done.”
But I am. I come hard again, body locking, everything tightening as both men fuck me through it.
Vitaly curses in Russian. Orion snarls. They come seconds apart, filling me with heat.
Callum doesn’t ask for permission. He pulls out of my mouth, spills across my tongue. “Fuck, you’re a dream.”
“That was so fucking hot.” Noah’s already moving. “My turn,” he says, pulling me into his lap as Orion and Vitaly collapse back.
He kisses me soft, full of sweetness, then lines up and slides into me.
Elliot positions himself behind me. “Last one,” he says, pushing against my ass, slow and possessive. “Can you take it, baby doll?”
I nod, dizzy, wrecked, glowing.
“Words,” he says.
“Fuck me,” I say.
Together, they move.
Noah holds my face. Elliot holds my hips. They fuck me deep and slow, perfect rhythm, every thrust a promise.
I come again.
They follow.
I collapse.
Shaking. Breathless. Owned.
I think I black out for a minute.
Loved. Ruined. Home.
Someone’s laughing softly.
Someone else is wiping between my thighs with a warm cloth and the gentlest hands I’ve ever felt.
I’m not sure who it is, and I don’t care.
It feels like being worshipped.
“Don’t roll her yet,” Noah says. “She went floppy. Let her reset.”
“I’m not floppy,” I mumble into a pillow. “I’m marinated.”
Callum snorts. “That’s worse, Madness. That’s so much worse.”
A bottle of water appears in front of my face.
“Small sips,” Elliot says.
I drink. Then flop.
Vitaly cradles my hand in both of his.
“Was I good?” he asks, voice hoarse. “Like this? In your group?”
“Our group, my love.” I turn just enough to kiss his wrist. “You made me see stars. You made Callum shut up. You made Orion growl. You were amazing.”
“She did scream your name,” Callum adds, reappearing beside me with a fork and what looks like a slice of leftover sharlotka.
He feeds me a bite.
“Dessert after dessert,” he says. “We spoil our girl.”
“Speak for yourself,” Orion grumbles, pulling me into his lap so my back rests against his chest. “I haven’t even gotten my post-sex sandwich.”
“You didn’t make a sandwich,” Elliot points out. “You made a mess.”
“I regret nothing,” Orion says, unapologetic.
Noah curls beside me with a wet cloth and starts cleaning off the chocolate smears Callum left.
“What do we say about edible lube on sensitive skin?” Noah tuts.
“That it’s delicious and I’m a gift?” Callum tries and then licks a smudge from my hips.
“That you’re banned from chocolate until Juliet stops smelling like a goddamn truffle?” Elliot counters.
I groan. “All of you. Stop arguing over my thighs. They’re busy basking.”
“Your everything is basking,” Vitaly whispers, still holding my hand like he’s afraid he’ll wake up alone.
I tug him down until he’s beside me. Nuzzle into his chest.
“Welcome to the family. You survived the first course.”
“It’s an all you can eat buffet, really,” Callum says.
“Is that even a compliment?” I tease.
Orion smacks him.
Vitaly groans. Low. Dark. Dangerous.
And I smile like the fucking queen of chaos.
Because we all know dessert’s never over.
Because I have five beautiful, perfect loves.