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“Umm, but sleepy sex would be so amazing, Ivan.” I squeezed.

“Fuck, you’re killing me. Sober and awake sex is amazing. Sleepy sex with a drunk girl violates all kinds of consent protocols,” he huffed. He took my wrists in his hands and pulled them over my head.

My breasts pushed forward, and my nipples hardened as I shamelessly rubbed them against his smooth chest. “But I’m not asleep, and I’ve given you blanket consent with my list. I want to feel you inside me, Ivan.”

He leaned in toward my lips and kissed me. “Little love, you’re going to be the death of me. Tell me, am I going to have to tie these hands down for the night?”

“No, Sir. I’ll behave.” He let my hands go, and I snuggled back into him, tucking my head under his chin with my hands on his upper chest. Sighing dramatically, he shook his head, but my eyes grew heavy, and everything faded to black.

Chapter 47

Ivan

Not Drunk Anymore

My lashes fluttered open,and I winced, adjusting to the morning light filtering in through the curtains. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I felt the warmth of her small hands exploring my dick in fascination. Groaning, I rolled over and faced her. Her sweet little face greeted me with expectancy, and my cock stood at attention.

“I’m not drunk anymore,” she cheered.

“Mm-hmm, but technically, it’s Alek’s day,” I teased, stretching out in the bed.

I reached my arms above my head and let out a low moan of satisfaction. The sheets rustled as she moved closer to me, her smile widening a fraction.

“I know, but I need to give myself to you properly. He’ll understand.”

“Will he, now? You sure about that? He’s pretty mental about you still.”

I pushed loose strands of wayward hair back from her face.

“This is true, but in this instance, he’d probably cheer me on. I’ve been told you’ve become quite the bear to be around.” She pushed me onto my back. Seemed someone wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“Yes, well, if they knew how to mind their own business, maybe it wouldn’t have been so hard for them.”

“Except theywereminding their own business. Me. I’m their business.” She swirled her finger around the tip of my cock, spreading my precum. Fuck, she was entirely too distracting. “It’s one of the reasons I love them so much.”

I moved her hands and scooted back against her headboard, sitting up. I pulled her onto my lap. “Tell me, then, what do you love about my brothers?”

“Alek’s my secure space. Foremost, he’s my protector and my Master. He takes the responsibility of me to the extreme in his possessiveness, but I secretly love it. Relying on him to be my fortress and to guard me, I trust him fully.I crave his correction because he helps me to see clearly.” Her voice filled with emotion, and I rubbed her back, relishing in the softness.

“And Nik?” I asked.

“Nik’s my ultimate safe space. He’s my encourager, my cheerleader. He challenges me to see myself differently. I trust his boundaries will ultimately lead to my overall growth, because even though he hasn’t said it, he loves me. Relying on him to be my compass and to guide me gives me a sense of freedom. Plus, he likes to break me and then put me back together in the most beautiful ways. He also loves it when I’m a dirty girl.”

I nodded, thinking how much that fit him and how proud he would be to have that role in her life.

“Do you want to know what I love most aboutyou, Blade?” She traced the tip of my tattoo. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I was dying to know. She already owned me, mind, body, and soul.

“I do.” I pulled her closer. She ran her fingers through my hair and then traced my face as she spoke.

“You’re my quiet place. Right here, in bed, in the war room, in your arms, anywhere with you. You provide structure and peace to my soul. And my soul is sometimes weary, ugly, and even raging. No matter what it looks like, you’d never shrink away. I know that now. I was such a fool to think you could love me less.”

Her bottom lip quivered, and she tried to speak, to say something more, but the words seemed caught in her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes, like liquid glass blurring the color. She took a shuddering breath, and then, as if the dam burst, she collapsed against my chest, sobbing.

“Shh, little love, I’m here.”

The sound of her cries filled the room, and her shoulders shook. My chest grew damp with her tears as I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair. Her distinct honeysuckle scent enveloped me.

“You’re my beloved and my heartbeat, my comforter, my gentle giant, my beast. I rely on you to be the voice of reason and to quiet the noise inside my head.” She leaned in and kissed me.