Page 12 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

HUCK

When Oaklynn looks at me, her brown eyes intent and focused, everything else falls away. I could feel the fear coming off Baker earlier. He was worried about how our wife was going to react to seeing the reality of who we really are.

I could understand his worry, but I just didn’t share it.

Our woman is made of the strongest stuff. She doesn’t bend easily unless it’s to us. The way she can stand strong in the face of what life throws at her is something I admire. I’m not entirely sure how she does it, but it’s made me look back on my life and reassess some things.

There were times while growing up that I wasn’t nearly as strong as she is. But then I remember that I had the guys at my back. She had no one.

I wish I could have been there for her when she needed me, but it wasn’t the way life turned out. I’m right where I’m supposed to be now—at her side.

The sway of our woman’s hips as she walks toward the bed, leaving Baker standing near the doorway to the bathroom, has my breath hitching. She has no idea how gorgeous she is, not really. It blows my mind that she’s ours, especially in moments like this.

As she nears the edge of the bed, she unties her robe. Then the silky fabric slides off her body and lands on the floor.

“Fuck,” Maxim groans next to me.

All I can do is nod in response since my mouth has gone dry and my cock, which is trapped in my boxer briefs, hardens so fast that I get a little dizzy.

This woman is pure fucking magic. The way her soul has tangled with mine, with all of ours, is something I could only dream about and wish for before she came into our lives.

I wasn’t even sure a woman like Oaklynn was out there for us.

But she’s right here. In the flesh. The very smooth flesh which I know is so fucking soft.

Oaklynn climbs onto the bed, her movements graceful and pulling me deeper into her spell. She crawls over Kirill’s legs and then up the length of my body, not stopping until our noses are touching and she’s straddling my lap.

I know she can feel how hard I am for her because the heat of her pussy seeps through the strained fabric of my boxer briefs. She’s wet, I can feel it. Knowing that she’s slick with arousal, the sweetest I’ve ever tasted, has my mind spinning.

“Huck,” she coos, “what did you find out from Adam?”

I swallow hard, knowing what her game is now. She knows I won’t hold back from her and will tell her everything. She also knows one of the other guys, including Kirill since he’s been filled in now, might sugar coat things.

That is something I’ll never do. Not when the difference between knowing and not knowing could be her life. I will always provide information and clarity to Oaklynn.

Even if the guys don’t like it.

“He’s Mikhail’s cousin.”

Oaklynn stiffens and her eyes slide closed slowly. She nods without opening her eyes.

“Your instincts are good, Zolotse ,” Maxim murmurs next to us.

Her eyes snap open and she glances at him before her gaze comes back to me. “Tell me,” she demands.

And I fucking do. I tell her everything he said, including his impotent threats. There’s no stopping just at what we know, I share my suspicions, including ones I haven’t voiced yet. She doesn’t look away the entire time, as if she’s pulling the words out of me from deep in my soul.

“He’s still alive,” she doesn’t phrase it as a question.

“He is,” I confirm.

As she makes a humming sound, she looks over at Kirill. “Are you going to use him as leverage?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “Probably. It makes sense to try, but I have a feeling it won’t work. It would mean that Mikhail cares about Adam. But I don’t think he does.”

“No,” she agrees, “he’s expendable. Just like everyone else. Lev. My father. That rat you filled me in on. All the dealers he has on the streets.” She sighs. “Adam coming directly at me feels desperate.”

“We’re banking on it,” Baker chimes in as he sits on the end of the bed, his eyes trained on our wife.

Oaklynn nods and one side of her mouth tips up on one side. “Thank you for telling me without going all caveman or shielding me because I have tits,” her tone is teasing, but I can see the truth of her feelings in her eyes.

My hands slide up her thighs and over her hips, where my fingers dig in. “I’ll always be honest with you, Sweet Girl. You deserve to know what’s happening. If you didn’t want to know it would be different. I know you not only want to know but need to know.”

The smile she gives me is sinful and so fucking sexy that I can feel pre-cum beading on the tip of my cock. After kissing my lips softly, she pulls away from me and starts to move back down my body.

As much as I don’t want to let her go, I do.

Her soft lips against my chest makes me groan under my breath. She keeps moving down my body and I swear my cock hardens further trying to get to her lips. I know how good her mouth feels.

“I don’t know if I can take your teasing, Oaklynn,” I grit out through my teeth.

She presses her open mouth against the hard ridge of my cock, breathing warm air against me through the fabric of my boxers. The sensation makes my hips jolt, and she takes full advantage by hooking the waistband of my boxer briefs with her fingers and tugging them down my legs.

With the flat part of her tongue, she licks up my length from the base. My hands move to shove my fingers in her hair, but she bats them away and I can only arch an eyebrow in question as I stare down into her brown eyes.

With a wink, she swirls her tongue around the tip of my cock before sucking me into her mouth. It’s heaven and hell. It’s sin and sweetness.

Just as I tip my head back to bask in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth taking me deeper, she pulls off with a pop. Then she’s straddling me and guiding me into her needy pussy.

We both groan at the sensation. She loves to be filled and always gets this look of awed bliss on her face when it happens. It’s sexy as hell and makes me feel like a fucking king.

All the power in the world is ash at the feet of this woman. She wields her power for her family and with a reverence that I can’t help but admire.

“I would have told you everything too, Oaklynn,” Maxim pouts from next to us.

Oaklynn shoots him a coy smile before leaning over to him and twirling her tongue around the tip of his cock since he shucked his boxer briefs at some point. I’m sure it was around the time our woman impaled herself on my dick. I would have done the same.

“Move,” Kirill barks near the foot of the bed.

I glance up as I start pumping upward to meet Oaklynn’s hips as she rides me. Kirill climbs onto the bed and moves between my legs. He glides his hand up and down her back and I can feel how her body shivers in response.

Maxim grunts as Oaklynn takes his cock deeper into her mouth. Kirill catches the lube that Baker tosses his way before settling in the place where Kirill was just against the headboard next to me.

Our woman shifts slightly so only one of her hands is braced against my chest as the other shoots out to wrap around the base of Baker’s cock. “Damn it,” he grunts under his breath.

Kirill takes a few moments to get our woman ready to take him in her ass and I slow my movements, the grip I have on her hips doing the same with hers. Her pussy tightens around my length, and I know she’s getting closer and closer to coming.

I can’t wait to feel her tighten around me. I’ve never felt anything as good as her coming on my cock. Somehow it gets better every time I’m buried inside of her even though it makes no sense.

“You ready to take my brother’s cock in your ass, Oaklynn?” Maxim’s growled question comes out strained.

I have no doubt why. Her mouth. It’s fucking otherworldly.

Her pussy squeezes my dick, and I grunt. My jaw clenches and I tighten my grip on her hips to help stave off the need I have to fill her up with my cum. It’s not fucking easy.

Oaklynn pulls back from Maxim and eyes Baker’s dick. Right before she can wrap her lips around Baker’s cockhead, she lets out a strangled sound from the back of her throat.

“Relax and let me in, Solnishko ,” Kirill demands.

I can feel the moment he pushes past her tight ring of muscle. Oaklynn’s walls squeeze me in response. Or retaliation. He slides deeper inside of her, and I can feel him against the thin skin separating us. I’m panting, trying to hold still and not pound into our woman like I desperately want to.

Baker growls, “Your fucking mouth, Oaklynn.”

I let out a grunt, but I’m not sure if its because of how much tighter our woman is around my length or in agreement with Baker. Both? Neither?

Who fucking knows.

Once Kirill is all the way inside of her, I meet his gaze, and we share a nod. Then we start moving. Together.

There’s no reason to alternate filling her because we’re not easing her into anything tonight. We need to remind her just what it means to be claimed by us.

We move together, pumping in and out of our woman’s holes, chasing our own pleasure as we push her closer to the edge. All for her. Everything is for her.

She pulls off of Baker’s dick and arches her back, her moans growing louder with every stroke of our dicks inside of her. Her eyes are glazed over with lust, just how I like her.

Maxim’s hands are rough as he threads his fingers through our woman’s hair and pulls her over to his cock. She swallows him as deep as she can go and her pussy squeezes around me, telling me just how much her body loves being used by us.

“You better swallow every drop,” Maxim grits out through his teeth.

Then he lets out a sound from the back of his throat and holds her in place, his hips pumping slightly as he empties himself down her throat.

Her lips tighten around him as she swallows and then slowly glides her mouth up and off of Maxim’s dick. My gaze is locked on her face, flushed and wild eyed, as she looks at him and winks.

Maxim smirks, his voice husky as he pants, “I think you might need some help to swallow Baker’s cock. He uses his grip on our woman’s hair to reach across me and directs her mouth to Baker’s waiting, and angry as hell looking, cock.

“Needed your mouth,” Baker moans.

Kirill starts to fuck our wife harder, and I match his thrusts. As much as I want to savor this, the need to come is too much to ignore. Holding back has my balls aching.

“Can’t hold back,” Baker mutters right after Oaklynn moans around his cock.

I thrust upward as I watch her throat swallow Baker’s load. She’s gasping for breath when she pulls back, and I can feel how close she is to coming as her entire body shakes.

She starts bouncing on our cocks, pushing back, and encouraging us to fuck her harder. Like we’re going to refuse.

Kirill and I move faster, our movements more forceful, her sounds egging us on and telling us how much pain is wrapped up in her pleasure.

“Yes. Please. More.” She barely gets the words out between breaths and moans.

And then it’s like a wave crashes over her. Her pussy spasms around me and Kirill grunts as he fights against the squeeze of her body and keeps moving his hips.

Before I can even process it, she’s milking my shaft. It feels like she’s sucking the cum right from my balls, my entire body tingling with the force of it and how fucking good it feels. I can barely breathe as my eyes cross.

She’s fucking gorgeous, her chin glistening with saliva and the cum that leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Her face is pink and her jaw slack. Watching her lost to the feeling of bliss we give her has my heart pounding in my chest.

I watch, entranced, as Kirill plants himself all the way in her ass and lets out a roar. Oaklynn’s brown eyes open and blink up at me before she slumps down against my chest. Her panting breaths puffing against my skin has my dick perking up already.

But now is not the time for that.

Our woman has had a long night, and she needs sleep.

We all do.

When Kirill pulls out of her, his movements are slow and careful. Before I can even consider it, Maxim is there, gently moving our woman off of me and into his arms. She lets out a sigh as she curls up against his chest.

Some men might be jealous, but I’m not. Our woman loves us. Together. Individually. We all deserve some time with her and now it’s Maxim’s turn.

He’ll clean her up and worship her, making sure the euphoria she’s experiencing lasts as long as possible. She deserves nothing less.

And we’ll always give her everything we can.