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Turning back to Roman, I lower my lips to his, my eyes closing as they make contact. He opens up for me, his tongue coming out and teasing mine as his fingers move from my hips to between us. I cry out into his mouth as he teases my clit at the same time that Nik’s thick crown pushes against my already full opening.

“That’s it,Malyshka. Let me in,” Nik grits out, sinking into me.

It’s too much. I’m so full that I’m not sure I can take anymore, but they work me between them, Roman playing with my clit and whispering praise in my ear as Nik pushes in deeper.

“Fuck, Nik,” Roman moans when Nik is fully inside me, all of us covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting.

“You feel so fucking good, both of you,” Nik rasps, his fingers digging into the skin of my arse.

“Please,” I beg, unsure who I’m asking what but Roman’s fingers are making me desperate for more. “Please move. Please, please, please.”

“I can deny you nothing,Moye Solntse,” Nik whispers while pulling out, only to sink back inside me.

Roman and I cry out, our voice a harmony of pleasure as Nik fucks us both and we revel in his attention. Pleasure fills my entire being until it feels like I’m made of nothing but starlight, shining brighter than the sun as it engulfs me.

Incoherent sounds leave my lips, my nails digging into Roman’s skin as I hold on for fear of shooting off into the stratosphere.

“That’s it, Princess. Keep coming for us,” Roman commands, and I realise that’s what I’m doing, what I’m feeling. A never-ending orgasm leaves me untethered, tears streaking down my cheeks as they take and give.

“Come for me,Lev. I want to feel you coat my dick while we’re inside her,” Nik orders from behind me, and my blurry vision sees Roman’s corded neck, his mouth parting as his entire body goes rigid.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, his dick twitching inside me as he obeys Nik. My pleasure crests again, liquid squirting from me to coat our bodies, the wet sound as Nik keeps fucking us obscene.

“Good. Fucking. Pets,” Nik snarls, thrusting deep as I scream, then he too follows us into oblivion.

I tremble between them, my pussy pulsing as the aftershocks rock through me, both men still buried deep inside me. The world is a hazy thing, made of dreams and pleasure that you can only dream of, and I blink sleepily when the bed dips.

“You have two seconds to tell me why you shot my fucking brother.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“DIE FOR ME” BY CHASE ATLANTIC

ROWAN

My nostrils flare as I hold the blade to Nikolai’s neck, the scent of sex not helping the bloodlust running through my veins, colouring my vision in shades of crimson. It would be so easy to give in, to slice until the warmth of Nik’s lifeblood flows over my hands, but for her, for her love for him, I’ll hold off. For now at least.

As soon as we entered the cabin, we heard their cries, so Hunt and I rushed upstairs even though a part of me knew those were cries of passion, not pain. They didn’t even notice the door opening, so lost in their pleasure of each other. A split second is all it took to register that Roman was buried inside Iris’s sweet fucking cunt alongside Nik, that he was indeed alive, something I couldn’t quite believe despite Andrei’s assurances on the journey here. My body, however, reacted before my mind caught up, and now I’m holding my favourite knife to Nik’s pulse point.

“Rowan,” Iris gasps, her voice so fucking breathy that my dick jerks inside my pants, half hard from the sound alone. “I’m not sure Nik hates whatever you’re doing.”

Roman groans and Nik chuckles darkly.

“A little pain can make the pleasure all the sweeter, right, Rowan?” Nik says, his voice low and full of heat.Fuck’s sake.

With a snarl, I pull the knife away, a small smile lifting my lips at the bead of blood that travels down his neck. Closing and pocketing the blade, and ignoring the Russian also buried in my girl, I lie down on the bed until her flushed cheeks come into view and those stunning hazel eyes stare back at me, full of satisfaction.

“Hey, Roo,” she whispers, and all the harsh words that I planned to say to her about her escape from us flow from me as she smiles, her hand reaching out and cupping my cheek. “I was right.”

I flick a look at my brother, my chest swelling when our eyes connect. All else disappears, and it doesn’t matter that they’re still all fucking connected, because the bond Roman and I share cannot be interrupted. It’s something that is so much a part of me that I’m not surprised he’s alive, because some small part of my soul knew that he wasn’t dead.

“So you were,” I murmur, my eyes tracing over the face that is so like mine but also completely different. “Don’t ever die on me again.”

Roman huffs a laugh, still not bothering to move, and instead, reaching out a hand and cupping the other side of my face. Something inside me relaxes for the first time in weeks, his touch confirming what my eyes are seeing, what my soul is screaming. My brother, the other half of me, is fucking alive.

“I don’t intend to, brother,” he replies, and for a moment, I just let his touch ground me. He really is here, really is alive.Fuck.

“Perhaps you three fucking brats can separate so I can punish your fucking hides?” Hunt growls from beside the bed, and Iris giggles. Fucking giggles.

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