Chapter Thirteen #3
Mikhail shifted beside me, his presence thick with something dangerous, and something hungry. Then she had pulled away from me, turning over to him, reaching out for him as she pulled him in, pressing her lips to his for a kiss, just as sweet and soft as mine.
It wasn’t gratitude for what we had given her.
It was something more.
It was something raw.
When she had pulled away from us both with her cheeks flushed, and her breathing heavy, her eyes searched ours for something.
Acceptance.
Approval.
And perhaps, even understanding too.
In that moment, there was a shift between us, an undeniable truth which settled in our bones.
Chiara was ours.
And she understood it too.
Even now, as Mikhail and I stand in front of her room, watching her, that memory lingers, still fresh in our minds.
She’s so absorbed in whatever book it is that she’s reading, that she hasn’t even realised we’re standing here.
We take a step closer, taking a step into her room, watching her stiffen as she finally hears us.
Her eyes immediately dart up from the book as she meets ours.
She freezes, releases a small breath between her lips, then a deep flush colours her skin.
It’s almost comical, the way she reacts after seeing us both, but I can’t deny it; there’s a warmth which spreads through me at the sight of her like that, and I would be lying if I said it doesn't make me feel good.
It’s only a simple, fleeting moment, but something about it—her innocence, her vulnerability—strikes me.
Chiara is no longer that terrified girl from the same night she was taken.
She’s adjusting, slowly but surely, even if she doesn’t fully understand everything that’s going on around her.
But she’s ours now. And that’s all that matters.
Mikhail doesn’t speak immediately. Instead, he looks at Chiara with a quiet intensity in his eyes, his gaze sharp, but not unkind.
I’m the one to break the silence between us.
“How is the book, darling?”
I ask, keeping my voice soft, almost curious even.
I’m not too sure why I’m feeling this way; it's a strange mix of emotions inside me—familiar, but also new all at the same time.
Her blush deepens as her eyes dart back down to the book in her hands, then immediately back to us.
“It’s good.” She says. “I’m enjoying it so far.”
I don’t know if she’s telling the truth, but that’s not important right now.
Reading is only a way for her to pass time.
Both Mikhail and I move further into the room, feeling the pull of her gaze as she shifts slightly in her bed. It’s natural though, I suppose. She’s not comfortable with exactly everything, and we can’t blame her for it.
But there’s something in the way that she looks at us both that tells me she’s starting to understand.
Before we can waste any more time, I open my mouth to speak.
But one look over at her trembling hands, and the way her teeth have sunk into her bottom lip, makes my chest tighten. Something inside of me, deep and primal, shifts, and I find myself taking a second to catch my breath.
“Chiara.” I say softly, noticing the way her eyes widen a fraction at the sound of her name falling from my lips. “We have to go. There are things that need to be handled. We will be back soon.”
She gasps, her hand immediately going to her mouth, as she shakes her head.
Fear.
It’s written all over her face.
“No…” she whispers, her voice a broken plea. “You can’t go! You can’t leave me alone!”
There’s a pressure in my chest, a voice that tells me to stay, to keep her close.
But I can’t.
The quicker this shit is dealt with, the better.
Mikhail moves forward, his steps quiet as he approaches her. I stand by the door, watching my brother as he gently reaches out to touch her cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing her skin in a tender gesture.
Chiara doesn’t pull away.
“We’ll be gone for only a few days.” Mikhail says, his voice soft, an attempt to soothe her with his words. “Don’t worry, beauty. Everything is here. You’ll be comfortable here.”
Her eyes search his, then they move to mine.
I can see the wheels in her head spinning. She's trying to figure out if this is real, or if this is just another part of the game we’re playing.
I move towards her, the weight of her gaze following every step I take in her direction. Reaching out, I cup the other side of her face.
“I can’t be alone.” She whispers brokenly, her fingers digging into our forearms. “Please don’t leave me alone.”
I release a heavy breath, feeling my jaw tighten.
“Chiara…”
She shakes her head, tears filling her eyes as she pulls our arms closer to her body.
“No! You don’t understand!” She swallows hard, eyes darting between either one of ours, blinking as her eyes leak water. “I can’t be left alone. Please. I need something. Please don’t leave me alone like this.”
I find myself frowning slightly, confused by what she means.
We’ve given her everything, so what does she mean?
I release a heavy breath, feeling my jaw tighten at the desperation in her voice, the trembling plea of something deeper.
“Chiara…”
She shakes her head violently, tears brimming her eyes as she pulls our arms closer to her chest.
She’s breathing quickly now, unevenly too, and her skin is flushed with something more than just fear.
“No! You don’t understand.” Her voice cracks, raw with need.
She swallows hard, her eyes darting between ours, wide and pleading.
“I need…I can’t be left alone. Please.” Her thighs press together, her hips shifting subtly.
“I need you. I need to feel both of you. I can’t be left alone, not like this! ”
My frown deepens, confusion mingling with something darker, primal, which stirs low in my stomach.
We’ve given her everything—safety, shelter, comfort—so what can she possibly need now?
Mikhail moves forward, pulling her into him as I step closer behind him.
The pull between the three of us only intensifies from here.
Her hands tremble against ours, and for a moment, the three of us are connected in a way that feels so damn permanent.
“Chiara…” Mikhail begins saying, his voice low and soothing, but there’s also an unmistakable edge to it now, something dark and hungry, curling around his words.
It makes her pause, her breath hitching in her throat.
“How do you need us, beauty?” He doesn’t give her a chance to answer.
“Inside you? Filling you?” Her breathing grows heavy.
“You need us both to stretch you open? You need us both to coat your womb? To breed you? Is that it, beauty?”
Her entire body shudders as she presses her thighs together, like she’s trying to hold back the ache that’s building between them.
She swallows audibly, her eyes darting between us both, but she doesn’t say a word.
Not one damn word.
“You need to be ours completely, don’t you?
” I add, my voice rougher than intended as I feel possessive heat clawing up my spine.
“You need to feel us spill our cum so deep inside you there’s no chance that you’re not carrying our child?
” She whimpers, the sound so needy and desperate.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it, Chiara?
You need to be taken, filled, bred, until you can’t think of anything else. ”
She’s breathing hard now, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her wide eyes flicker between both of us.
The hesitation is clear in her gaze, the fragile vulnerability too as it clings onto her, but beneath it, there’s something stronger.
Something raw.
Something determined.
And finally, she nods.
She. Fucking. Nods.
“Yes…” She whispers, the word so soft and fragile as it falls from her lips, but it slams into me like a fist to my chest. “Yes.” She says again, her voice still trembling, her fingers tightening around ours.
“I want—” Her voice breaks, and she swallows audibly.
The plea is obvious in her eyes. “I need you both to fill me. Please.”
Mikhail straightens, as do I, and his lips curl into something close to a smirk.
His eyes, now dark and blazing with hunger, betray the storm that’s raging inside of him.
It’s not amusement that’s in his gaze—no.
It’s something primal.
Territorial.
Something that can only be satisfied in one way.
Taking her.
Again.
“You're ours now.” He says, his voice thick with promise and possession. “And when we’re done with you, you’ll feel us for days, Chiara. Our seed will drip from your pretty little pussy, and your womb will be so filled, there’ll be no doubt about who you belong to.”
My cock twitches painfully at the thought; the image of her writhing between our bodies, filled with our cum.
Taken.
Filled.
Bred.
Ours.
I can’t tear my eyes away from her.
This isn’t just sex. This isn’t just comfort.
Chiara is surrendering everything, and she’s giving it all to us.
She swallows audibly, her bottom lip trembling as she sighs heavily.
“Don’t leave me.”
She whispers quietly.
Her voice trembles, but there’s more than just fear in her tone.
There’s trust.
There’s submission.
There’s a plea for us to make her ours in every way possible.
I brush my knuckles down her flushed cheek, moving lower towards her bottom lip. The softness of it sends a low pulse of heat straight through me.
Chiara’s breath catches, her whole body trembling under my touch.
She leans in closer, her lips parting slightly, and her tongue flicks out to wet them.
“You’ll have us both.” I murmur, my voice rough around the edges, though I try to soften it for her. “Do you think you’re ready for that? For both of us to claim you together?”
She swallows hard as her cheeks bloom a soft, pink colour.
There’s uncertainty in her gaze, and I can’t blame her for it. She’s never done this before—she’s never been touched like this before. But beneath that hesitation is something stronger.
Something undeniable.
Need.
Raw, aching need.
Chiara nods as her breathing comes out in soft, little breaths.
“Yes.” She whispers, her voice so soft it barely reaches us. “I want you both.”
Fuck.