Chapter 51
Alina
While the first phase of cleanup begins at the estate, Dominik, Gavriil, and I stay in a safe house offered by Maximo.
It’s a quiet, secluded place outside the city, perfect for allowing both men to recover from their many wounds for the next few weeks.
I take care of them, tend to their injuries, bring them meals, but refuse to sleep in either of their beds or fool around. Yelena finally, thankfully, gave her approval this morning that both of my men could resume all physical activity again.
Fully healed now, Dominik’s hands roam all over me as soon as I join him in his bed for the first time.
“God, I’ve missed you, wildcat,” he says as his palms trace my sides, parting my thighs to make room for his body. He pushes my sleep shirt up over my breasts so his lips and tongue can tease one of my nipples.
My head tips back in ecstasy, warmth floating over my skin as I cradle his head to my body. “Don’t stop.”
When his hand dips into my sleep shorts, discovering my lack of panties underneath, his breath catches.
“So wet and ready for me,” he mutters.
“So ready,” I agree.
Dominik slides his hand further down the front of my shorts, his fingers exploring me.
I eagerly tear my shirt off, my back arching as he rubs my clit in slow circles. “Dom…”
“I know exactly what you need, dikaya koshka,” he whispers against my ribs as his lips move lower and he pulls my shorts down. “What I’ve wanted to do since the first night I met you.”
I gasp as his mouth replaces his fingers, kissing and licking me. My eyes flutter shut as waves of pleasure roll through me, intensifying with each stroke of his tongue.
Dominik doesn’t devour me. He takes his time, slowly and deliberately drawing every ounce of pleasure out of me like he never wants it to end. His fingertips sink into my waist and thighs, holding me down exactly where he wants me as I come apart for him.
As soon as the tremors stop, I slide my fingers into his hair and gently tug. “Please.”
He already knows what I’m begging for.
Dom drags his tongue over my center one more time as if savoring me before crawling up my body. He leans down and kisses me while I push his boxer briefs down his hips. He takes them off the rest of the way and settles perfectly between my thighs, his cock nudging my entrance.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer until he sinks inside of me. My lips part against his in a soft moan, my nails pressing into his upper back.
Dom kisses his way along my jaw as he steadily rocks in and out of me, making me take every inch of him with each thrust.
All I feel is bliss as our bodies connect in that perfect way. I crave his touch. The weight of his body on mine. The heat of his bare skin.
I need it all.
Dom slides one hand under my head, his fingers disappearing into my hair. He captures my lips in a deep kiss, his pace increasing as I claw at his back needily.
When he hits the perfect spot, I forget how to do anything. How to kiss. How to move. How to breathe.
Dominik maintains that pace and angle, driving me closer and closer to the edge until I’m suspended in euphoria, moaning into his mouth.
He draws out the sensations with a few more thrusts before he sadly pulls out. Dom finishes in his stroking hand, spilling over my stomach, leaving him breathless. He then presses gentle kisses all over my face, ending on my lips as they curl into a tired smile.
“So fucking beautiful and amazing,” he says to me. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up.”
When he returns, and we both get cleaned up, I cuddle up to his side, my head resting on his chest as our legs tangle together under the blanket.
I’m sated and comfortable, but I can’t help but feel like something is missing.
I shift a little against Dom, my mind wandering down the hallway to where Gavriil’s sleeping alone. I don’t want him to be lonely, but I don’t want to leave Dom either.
So, I wait until sometime after midnight, once Dominik has fallen asleep, before I slip out of his arms. I throw on a robe, cinching it at the waist before I make my way down the hallway.
The bedroom door is open. And inside, Gavriil stands at one of the tall windows, bathed in moonlight in just a pair of sweatpants. He glances over immediately, like he already knew I’d come.
Without a word, I cross over to him, letting the magnetic pull between us take over. There’s no need to fight it any longer.
Not when I’ve made what I want clear.
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips against his, my body leaning against his bare chest. Bandages no longer adorn his hip, shoulder, or side.
I’m relieved that both of them healed so quickly.
As if ready to prove as much, Gavriil spins me around so I’m facing the window. My palms shoot out, catching myself on the cool glass. Reaching around my waist, he undoes the tie on my robe, then tugs it down my shoulders and off, leaving me completely bare before him.
“Gorgeous,” he remarks with a slap to my bare bottom. Placing a kiss on my cheek, he adds, “I’m glad to see you, printsessa. I can’t wait to make you come for me again.”
“I’ve missed you. And this,” I tell him as both of his big hands cup my breasts. He groans as he rubs himself against my bottom, already growing long and hard in his pants. Gavriil’s lips leave a trail down my neck as one of his palms slides down my stomach.
“You smell like him. I bet you would taste like him too, wouldn’t you?” he asks against my ear as he sinks his fingers into me.
“N-no…maybe,” I stammer as I try to form the words. “He didn’t…”
“He didn’t come inside you?” Gavriil asks. I shake my head in response. “Good,” he says as he drops to his knees behind me. He guides my hips back, bending me forward, then grasps both my ass cheeks, parting them for his tongue.
“Oh my God!” I exclaim as he licks me from my puckered hole to my clit. Gavrill shoves his tongue inside me and groans as he swirls it around.
“He got you dripping wet for me,” he remarks. “Did he lick your pussy first?”
“Yes.”
His tongue fucks me a few more times before the tip begins to batter my clit, making me whimper when he stops too soon. “How many times did you come for him?” he asks.
“T-twice.”
“You’ll come three times for me,” he says before he begins to feast on me.
I fly so high the first time he gets me off that the room spins.
The second time, I think I black out.
When I come to again, weak, sweaty and panting Gavriil’s name, my face is pressed to the window as he lines himself up behind me.
He shoves forward, filling me in one thrust. My knees nearly give out as he curses in Russian.
Thankfully, Gavriil easily holds me up. His palms cup my breasts again, squeezing them, using them to slam me onto his cock, over and over again.
“Yes! Yes! Harder!” I beg as he fucks me frantically, as if it’s been years and not just weeks since he last had me.
One of his hands slides up to clutch the front of my throat while the other moves lower to rub my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moan. “I’m so close…”
“Who do you belong to, printsessa?” he asks as his hips pump faster. His fingers stop touching me, though, until I answer him. “Who is your ‘god’ right now?”
“You. I belong to you, Gavriil,” I say in a rush as I reach for his hand to return it between my legs. As soon as he touches me again, I explode. I scream his name so loud I probably wake Dominik up, but I don’t think he’ll mind since he had me first.
Gavriil’s fingers tighten on my neck just before he slams deep one last time, spilling his hot seed inside me.
He groans next to my ear as his big body shudders behind me.
“Ya tebya lyublyu. Ya tebya lyublyu,” he repeats over and over making me smile.
He doesn’t know that I know what those words mean yet. “Spasibo…spasibo, printsessa.”
“No, thank you,” I tell him as we both begin to catch our breath. “I originally came to talk, but…” I trail off.
Gavriil chuckles. Actually chuckles. “We’ve been talking for weeks. I needed to be inside you first. Now we can talk again.”
Reaching back behind me, I run my fingers through his hair. “We haven’t really talked about the three of us…”
He kisses my cheek. “I don’t know how this works, sharing you with Dominik. I just want equal time to worship you, to give you more orgasms than him.”
“I know you do,” I say with a smile. “But do you want more of the other things too?”
“More of what?” he repeats.
“Dates. Falling asleep together. Bickering over stupid stuff like clothes being left on the floor,” I say with a smile. “Do you want any of that?” I ask softly. “Or just…this?”
“Of course I want those things,” Gavriil replies. He finally pulls out of me and grasps my shoulders to spin me around to face him. “I want you to have everything that makes you happy.” He leans in so his lips can kiss the side of my neck. “Including my brother.”
Running my fingers through his hair, I tell him, “I want you to be happy too, but you can’t get overprotective. You can’t take my freedom away. You have to let me choose you every time, not trap me into staying.”
Gavriil takes a breath and nods before lifting his face to meet my eyes. “I don’t want you to be my prisoner anymore, Alina. I always wanted you to be near me because you wanted to be.”
“I do want that now,” I tell him. “This won’t be easy, sharing me, but I want to make it work.”
“Me too,” he replies. “And I have something for you.” Bending down, he picks up my robe and hands it to me to put back on, then slips his sweats on before he goes to dig around in his luggage from the estate. When he returns, there’s a slender black box in his hands that he offers to me.
“Open it.”
I pull off the top and pause at the sight of two antique gold keys with red velvet ribbons tied to the heart shape. I don’t think the gold is just for looks either.
“For your collection. You deserve to have at least two of everything.”
“They’re beautiful,” I tell him. “Thank you. And I never thanked you for giving me the keys to the cage.”