Page 6 of Tangled Souls

But with these men, nothing is like the future my father sketched out. I’m beyond grateful for it, but I’m still learning to trust the freedom I have to exist in the light instead of the darkness and sadness my father wrapped around me.

“I’ve been looking forward to sharing you with my brothers,” Huck’s voice is filled with barely contained desire.

When I glance over at him, his eyes are like melted chocolate. His arm feels like lightning when he wraps it around my waist and hauls me against his chest. As he slams his mouth down on mine, the stubble from his short facial hair abrades my skin and makes me feel alive.

All my men make me feel that way.

I get lost in kissing Huck, not caring about what is going on around me. Which is why I let out a shocked sound when Baker’s bare skin presses against my side. How do I know it’s him? I have no idea, but there’s no doubt in my mind.

Baker leans in and nips my earlobe and whispers, “Need to feel my skin against yours, Little Bee.”

Huck releases me and I’m spun until my naked breasts are pressed against the warm flesh of Maxim’s chest. Baker takes the opportunity presented and plasters his chest against my back which allows me to feel the throbbing of his cock against my lower back.

The moan that comes out of me is wanton as I rub against the two men who have me sandwiched between them.

“Oh,Zolotse,” for the first time Maxim’s nickname for me feels like a threat, a delicious one, as it falls from his lips. As he rips the thin fabric of my g-string from my body, not even bothering to try to undress me, I let out a loud gasp. “You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to sinking into your soaking wet cunt for the first time as my wife.”

I shiver in his arms and glance over my shoulder at Baker, wondering if he’s behind me for a reason. The cocky man smirks at me and I feel my arousal slick my thighs in response. “That’s right,” he confirms without me needing to ask, “I’ll be sinking into your tight ass.”

“And you’ll be swallowing my cock and my cum like a good girl,” Huck rasps.

When I look toward Huck it’s to find him just as naked as Maxim and Baker. Holy hotness. It’s almost too much and I get lightheaded for a moment.

“Breathe,” Baker commands softly against the shell of my ear. “You will be taking us all tonight. We will be claiming you together,” there’s no room for argument or uncertainty in his tone, “and showing you just how much we need you as our center, our everything. Our. Wife.”

“Husbands,” I groan, “I need you.”

Then I’m floating. But not really. Maxim carries me to the bed, not flinching as my heels fall from my feet and clatter against the hardwood covering the floor. When he lays me out on the soft fabric of the duvet, the only things I’m still wearing are my stockings and my jewelry, including the engagement ring and wedding band I’ll never take off.

My eyes flit down to the ring on Maxim’s finger, the same ring all my men are wearing. I can’t help but smile knowing these men are mine now. Maybe not completely legally, but the commitment we made to each other is binding because we made it with our souls and hearts.

Maxim presses his lips against mine in a kiss which is over far too quickly, but then he’s skimming the tip of his nose down my body. I try to shift so his mouth heads to my nipple, but he only chuckles against my skin. The warmth of his breath has my hips lifting in search of something, anything. But there’s no relief to be found.

When he settles between my spread thighs, Huck and Baker flank me on either side, their bodies laid out like a fucking buffet. I can feel Kirill’s eyes on me, and it only makes me wetter.

I don’t know how they manage to coordinate it, but the three men surrounding me move as one. Maxim dives between my thighs, his tongue sliding up my slit. I barely hear his groan over the sound of Baker and Huck sucking my nipples deeper into their mouths.

It’s a cacophony. A symphony? A fucking catastrophe of pleasure and overindulgent overload.

Baker bites down on my nipple and my hips jolt. Maxim’s hands wrap around my hips and hold me down against the bed. Huck’s hands slide over my skin while swirling the tip of his tongue around the hardened peak of my nipple. It’s too much.

“More,” the plea falls from my lips, but my voice doesn’t sound like my own. Not even a little bit. It’s huskier, needier, like my soul is voicing my deepest and darkest needs.

Because wasn’t I just thinking this is all too much?

Two fingers plunge inside of my pussy as Maxim sucks my clit into his mouth. The gasp I let out is met with a tortured groan from Kirill.

Fuck. I almost forgot he was watching over us. I glance his way to find his dark, intense eyes locked onto me. He doesn’t miss anything, and I can feel the way he’s taking me in.

I’ve never considered being watched before. Voyeurism and exhibitionism weren’t on my radar. I don’t think I would like it in any other circumstance. But with my men? It’s sexy as hell.

Maxim’s fingers curl just right, and stars dance across my vision. The building of my orgasm isn’t slow. One moment I’m a panting mess, trying to hold onto my control. It’s impossible when Maxim’s teeth scrape across my clit as Baker’s teeth sink into the tender flesh on the underside of my breast.

My orgasm slams into me and I don’t even realize how loudly I’m shouting my pleasure, my muscles tight and my hips fighting against Maxim’s hold on them, until I’m coming back down. Peeling my eyes open is a herculean task, but then I’m blinking, my eyes locked on the ceiling and my lungs burning.

“What the hell was that?” The question comes out as a hoarse croak. “I think my soul just left my body,” I breathe out, totally awed.

Huck chuckles and kisses along my rib cage, first down toward my waist and then back up until he’s hovering above me. “That’s the power of having all of your men taking you.” My eyes flick toward Kirill and Huck smirks and nods. “Yes, even him. He might not be touching you physically, but he’s still here and taking in every beautiful second.”

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