Page 4 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

“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. ”

My cheeks heat and Huck kisses me. I’m expecting him to be feral with the way he takes my lips, but it’s the complete opposite.

The way he kisses me is sweet and gentle, bringing me down and making it feel like I have the room to breathe and for my body to come to center.

I didn’t even realize I needed him to kiss me with such love.

“You good, Sweet Girl?” His eyes search mine and when I nod, his eyes darken and the small smile that was on his face moments ago turns downright sinful.

“Good because we’re not nearly done with you yet.

” His eyes dart down toward my lips, and I can’t help but lick them.

He groans, “Can’t wait to have your plump lips wrapped around my cock. ”

“Fuck,” Maxim growls. “You better move, Huck, because I need to bury myself inside of her sweet cunt.”

Huck chuckles, but pecks my lips again, probably just to piss Maxim off, before he moves back.

Then all I can see is Maxim. His eyes are serious but glinting with mischief as he covers my body with his own.

The underside of his shaft slides between my pussy lips and he grinds against my clit.

The friction is fucking perfect and makes the need I have for my men, for him, hit me full force again.

I arch my back, wanting more of our skin touching while forgetting everything but the way he makes my body sing.

Without warning, Maxim pulls back just enough for the head of his cock to slide between my pussy lips. He doesn’t ease inside of me slowly. No, but with Maxim I would expect no less than him slamming into me with one hard thrust.

“Maxim,” my lips move, but his name is almost silent as it comes from me.

Or maybe that’s just because his groan of pleasure is so loud it practically vibrates the air around me. His fingers dig into my hips before he flips us so he’s underneath me.

He smirks up at me, “I have the best seat in the fucking house, Zolotse . I’m going to get a front row seat to Baker easing into your ass and you taking Huck’s cock into your throat.”

Baker presses his head against my back, and I jump a little. My eyes are wide as I look at him over my shoulder because I’m not even sure when he moved. Granted, I was distracted. Very distracted.

“Don’t tell him that my position is the best because I’ll be fucking your tight ass and making you scream,” Baker murmurs against the shell of my ear and I melt back against him.

These men are going to push me to my limits, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Show me what you got, husband,” I tease him and watch his eyes turn feral.

The only thing I can do is brace for the ride.