Page 5 of Tangled Souls

“Since Kirill is your husband on paper, he’s carrying you over the threshold, but soon you’ll be in all of our arms,” Maxim’s voice is strained.

The desire in his eyes makes my breath hitch. We’ve been waiting for this moment for months. It wasn’t something we talked about and I’m not even sure why. The fact that we’re all going to be together in bed for the first time tonight, on our wedding night, feels right.

There’s not a doubt in my mind that my men love me for me. This marriage is the farthest thing from a contractual agreement. The love we’ve found together is real and deep. Somehow, I’ve fallen in love again and again with my men.

We’ve talked. We’ve played. We’ve dreamed.

My fingers play with Kirill’s hairline on the back of his neck as I look at each of my men. There’s no doubt or hesitation on their faces, just excitement and desire. My heart starts to pound harder in my chest as I’m carried through the house and up the stairs.

“I feel badly that you’re not getting a honeymoon,Solnishko,” Kirill sighs just as he steps into the room which has been mine, and only mine, since I first moved in.

After tonight that won’t be true anymore. We’ll be in this room, in this huge bed, together. Everyone is keeping their rooms and closets for now because needing space shouldn’t be a fight, and these men have lived in their own rooms for a long time.

It’s not like there aren’t plenty of rooms for the all the babies these men keep hinting at wanting to plant in me. It’s both terrifying and thrilling.

“I don’t want a honeymoon.” It’s not the first time I’ve assured my men, especially Kirill, that I’m not at all put out with not going on some trip to spend days in bed. “I love my bed and that’s about all we’d see anyway if we went somewhere else. Why bother?” I tilt my head to the side slightly and ask, again, “Are you going to travel for business?”

“Yes,Solnishko,” Kirill responds. Even though he holds it back, I can hear the eye roll in his voice. “And you’ll always travel with us.”

I wiggle a little to be let down, which he does while sliding me down his body. He doesn’t move away from me, and I can feel the heat coming off him even through his clothing.

“Then we’ll just treat every trip like a honeymoon. I’m not worried about it. I don’t need some trip to celebrate marrying the men who own my heart.” I can’t help but smile when they let out little groans of approval at the thought of owning me; I know how to get under my men’s skin. I love it.

I’m ready for more. I need it. My body is craving the men surrounding me and I’m beyond ready to give myself to them fully. Together.

“Did I tell you how sexy you look today?” I look around as my men close in on me. “All of you.”

Then there are hands on me. Everywhere. Kirill’s hand wraps around my neck, the grip he has on me tilting my head back to ensure I don’t look away from him. The tips of Huck’s fingers gently run up and down my arm. Maxim’s hand grips one of my hips and then it feels like he gets lost in the feel of the fabric ofmy dress sliding over my skin. Baker lets out a growl and the feeling of him running his finger up and down my zipper is a tease that has the fine hairs on my body standing on edge.

“If we’re talking about sexy, then all we need to discuss is this dress,” there’s an edge in Maxim’s voice. He groans, “You’ve been teasing us since the moment we saw you at the end of the aisle. What a vision.”

When I glance over at Maxim, his eyes close for a moment as if he’s seeing the moment replay again in his mind. My heart warms at the memory. It wasn’t long ago, but it became a moment which will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Baker unzipping me is like a sinful whisper as he buries his face in my hair and takes a deep breath. The moment I feel the dress give a little, I let my arms drop and give a small shimmy. The soft fabric slides over my body like water, and I’m left in a g-string I should have just gone without considering the coverage is practically nonexistent.

“Holy fuck, Sweet Girl,” Huck grits out through his teeth, “are you wearing stockings?”

I look his way and wink. Their gazes feel like caresses against my skin. My thighs squeeze together but does nothing to alleviate the ache inside of me. Knowing the amount of pleasure that I can have with each of my men, and thinking about it being magnified, has me practically panting.

Kirill lets out a low chuckle as he grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You look sexy as fuck, wife,” his voice is a low rumble.

Before I can even think about how to respond, his mouth is taking mine in a kiss that has my toes curling in my heels. Myexpensive designer heels, which are more comfortable than they should be. My men spoil me.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you fall apart between the guys,” he murmurs against my lips. “Then I’m going to take you myself. By the time we’re done with you, and sleep claims you, your voice will be hoarse from screaming your husband’s names.”

I shiver, even with the heat from their bodies surrounding me, because his words are so much more than a naughty suggestion. They’re a promise. One the glint in his eyes tells me he is going to follow through on until I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Kirill steps back, releasing his hold on me as he does, and steps over to a chair in the corner of the room. It’s the same chair I’ve curled up in with a book more times than I can count over the last two months. When I’m sitting there it looks like a cozy nook.

With Kirill sitting in it? It looks like a throne.

My men shift slightly to ensure Kirill can see me easily. When Maxim holds his hand out for me, I don’t hesitate to slip my hand into it. After kissing my knuckles slowly, as if my body needs to be warmed up more than it already is after the hours of foreplay we’ve been engaging in, while fully clothed and enjoying our wedding a reception, he raises our joined hands above my head. With him leading my movements, he spins me in a slow circle.

Whether it’s for his benefit or mine, I don’t know. It doesn’t matter anyway.

“Fuck,” Barker breathes out. How can one word hold so much reverence and awe?

Even with all the time we’ve spent together, it’s not always easy to wrap my mind around the way these men want me, the way they love me, the way they’re devoted to me. Not after all the shit my father drilled into my head about my place and my worth.

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