Page 5 of Tangled Souls (Bratva Souls Duet #2)

HUCK

Waiting on the sidelines is almost killing me, but I know it’ll be worth it when the three of us take our woman for the first time as Kirill watches her every reaction. I glance his way and see the way he’s focused on our wife.

Wife.

Fuck. I’m not sure there will ever be a time when that doesn’t feel right…

or real. Finding a woman strong enough to stand with us, her head held high like the queen she is, wasn’t something I was sure would happen.

I figured the hope, one I quietly held deep in my heart, would never become a reality.

As Maxim grips our woman’s hips and starts to move her up and down his cock, I’m mesmerized by the way her hips move to grind down on him when she’s filled to the hilt. Her body flushes and I can’t stop myself from gripping the base of my cock and stroking slowly.

Oaklynn’s eyes pop open when Baker’s arms wrap around her and grip her tits. I can see the way he’s squeezing her from the way his fingers flex against her skin. It’s hot as hell.

When her lust filled eyes find me, they sweep down my body and lock on to where I’m stroking my dick. The way she licks her lips has me almost forgetting to wait until Baker’s inside of her before I slide into her mouth. And what a mouth it is.

My mind flashes back to the first time I took her into my secret office, and she showed me how much she appreciated my willingness to share with her. Her mouth was fucking perfect then. Since then, I’ve gotten to explore every inch of her body, but this feels different. It feels like more.

Because we’re claiming her together.

“Lean forward and brace,” Baker growls.

He grabs the lube from where he’s placed it on the bed next to him. I don’t have to watch to know what is happening, especially when Oaklynn sucks in a breath and stills. The way her body freezes is just like when prey figures out that a predator has them in their sights.

As I’m watching Baker’s movements, knowing he’s getting her ready to take his cock, I jump as Oaklynn’s tongue slides along the crown of my cock and collects the pre-cum beading there. My eyes are wide as I look down to find her smirking.

“Gotta pay attention, Huck,” Maxim’s voice is strained, but also filled with amusement.

Our woman teases me with the tip of her tongue.

What she doesn’t do is take me into her mouth and giving me the relief my cock desperately needs.

Every swipe of her tongue makes me want to bury my length in her throat, but I hold back.

She’s going to need to be able to breathe as Baker breaches her ass.

But then I’m not going to hold back.

None of us are.

Baker must back off a little because Maxim grips Oaklynn’s hips and uses the grip he has on her to move her up and down on his cock. I’m sure he’s struggling right now because I know how tight she is. It’s hard holding back from chasing your pleasure while buried inside of her.

How the least patient of us got the chance to be buried inside of her sweet pussy first is beyond me. Oaklynn leaves a sweet, and far too fucking chaste, kiss on the tip of my dick and I let out a low groan of need.

“Fuck,” I grunt, “need your mouth, Oaklynn.” I look over her shoulder to find Baker taking a deep breath as he reaches up and grips her shoulder for leverage. “You need to get inside of her now. Maxim looks like he’s about to lose his fucking mind.”

Oaklynn’s chuckle is breathless as she allows Baker to lean her forward and Maxim stills. She tenses but then relaxes almost immediately.

If we were good men, we would tell her that she can tell us she doesn’t want this, and we wouldn’t push her. But we aren’t good men. We are going to take her together before Kirill stakes his own claim. Before the night is over, we’ll have her in more ways than she can imagine.

Our woman breathes out, “I’m ready.”

Baker grunts as he adjusts behind her as his fingers tighten on her shoulder. “That’s right,” he growls, “let me in.”

Oaklynn’s eyebrows pull together as her fingers dig into Maxim’s chest. Her breathing becomes deep and a little labored.

“Fuck,” Baker whispers, “your ass is so tight.”

Maxim’s hands slide up her ribcage until he’s cupping her tits. He uses his thumbs and forefingers to roll her hard nipples between them before pinching them. When she jolts in response, both Baker and Oaklynn let out a strangled sound.

“Look at you,” I praise our woman, “you’re taking them both so good.”

As Baker’s hips meet our woman’s perfect ass, he lets out a long breath. “Damn, Little Bee. You feel so good,” he murmurs.

“I need to move. My dick is screaming at me right now,” Maxim pants, his hands squeezing our woman’s tits.

“Move,” Oaklynn pleads.

When her glassy eyes meet mine, I know she’s almost completely lost in her pleasure. The fact that she’s looking to me, for me, to be the last to fill her holes, does something to me. A warmth fills me that only my woman can make me feel.

The things this woman does to me knocks me on my ass and makes me want to be a better man. A better man for her at least. Good for her and good are not the same thing.

Maxim and Baker start to move together, one of them filling her while the other retreats. I feel fucking giddy at the thought of having her lips wrapped around me.

Just when I feel like I won’t be able to wait another moment, Baker uses his grip on Oaklynn’s shoulder and angles her upper body toward my cock. “Huck needs you to wrap your lips around him,” he grits out through his teeth.

I grip the base of my cock and let out a moan from deep in my chest as she sucks me into her warm, wet mouth. When my fingers dive into her hair, I can’t help but grip the strands tightly and hold her head in place. Moving my hips slowly, I allow her to get into a rhythm with the three of us.

Oaklynn moans, the sound traveling throughout my entire body, making my dick throb with the vibrations. Her eyes lock with mine and I get lost in her deep dark pools of desire and sin.

Something changes in the way the guys move, they start to fill her at the same time and our woman goes fucking wild. I start fucking her mouth, moving in time with them. All of her holes being filled at the same time feels like it multiplies the connection between us.

The moans and groans coming out of us ramps the tension up and my balls are already drawing up with every swipe of her tongue, every plunge into her mouth, every labored breath, and the kiss of the back of her throat against the tip of my cock.

“Your cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight, Zolotse ,” Maxim’s voice sounds far away, but it could just be because of the way the sound of the blood rushing through my veins is taking over.

All I can feel is Oaklynn’s lips wrapped around my cock and the warmth of her mouth. When her teeth barely scrape along my shaft, I almost jump out of my skin. A thread of fear weaves through me in a way I’ve never experienced before.

My fingers tighten and I wrench our woman’s head back slightly. In warning? In encouragement?

I have no fucking idea.

I’m not sure it matters.

My balls draw up and it feels like we’re all getting closer to something. Something big. My vision tunnels and the only thing I can see is Oaklynn in front of me and the way her dazed eyes are begging for more.

“She needs more,” I rasp.

“Fuck,” Baker’s drawn-out groan echoes around us.

We all move faster. Maxim starts to power upward, fucking her harder. Baker’s knuckles turn white as his grip tightens on our woman. I know he’ll leave bruises behind, and I can’t wait to see them.

I’ll kiss them later. Soothe them.

Soothe her.

Take care of her.

Our wife.

“That’s right,” Maxim coaxes, “I can feel how close you are. You’re going to coat my cock in your arousal and use your sweet cunt to squeeze my length, your body begging me for your cum.”

I pull out of her mouth and stroke my length. She opens her mouth, presenting her tongue to me like an offering. It’s too much.

“You want to swallow my cum, Sweet Girl?”

As she nods the plea in her eyes burns even brighter. Every time the guys slam into her, she lets out the sexiest fucking noises.

“Huck,” she lets out a gasping moan.

The first spirt of my cum lands on her tongue and I can’t help but slide just the crown past her lips. She sucks on me like my dick is a damn straw. It has me seeing stars.

She swallows every bit of my cum and I move back, giving her over to Maxim and Baker. They don’t miss a fucking beat as their hands grip and roam, stroke and savor. They move faster, filling her as one. They fuck her harder, giving her exactly what she needs.

Her head falls back onto her shoulders and it’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.

She’s stunning and I can’t tear my eyes away. I can feel the way her pleasure builds. With each breath. With each thrust. With each flex.

Oaklynn slams back, her thighs shaking and her lungs stalling. I watch her orgasm wash over her body. Freezing and freeing her at the same time. I can almost feel the way her body would be clenching me right now. A phantom. A memory. A promise.

Then the bubble pops. Baker growls as he plunges as deep as he can into our woman’s ass. Maxim roars, his hands shooting out and clamping down on her hips to hold her down and in place.

“Yes,” Baker hisses, “your ass getting even tighter makes me feel like I can’t fucking breathe, Little Bee.”

Our woman’s body goes boneless, and she collapses on Maxim’s chest. She doesn’t flinch when Baker pulls out of her slowly, his chest heaving as he tries to calm down. His large hands run up and down our woman’s back.

I can’t help myself and reach over, pushing her hair out of her face, hoping to soothe her with my touch. The contented smile on her face, like she’s been given the keys to a chocolate factory, graces her face and has me want to take her again already.

But it’s not our time now.

As Baker slides off the bed, his hands lingering a moment longer than necessary, Kirill steps closer. He kneels with his dark eyes locked on our woman as I shift to give him some room.

“Oh, my sexy Solnishko ,” his voice is husky. “We’re not nearly done with you.”

Oaklynn’s eyes pop open. The smile she shoots at Kirill is tired.

He reaches over and picks her up and off Maxim who lets out a grunt as his cock slides out of our woman. Kirill uses his grip on her to maneuver her right where he wants her—on her hands and knees in front of him.

Her shoulders hit the mattress, her arms stretching out in front of her and her fingers flexing against the plush bedding. I slip from the bed and move around to the other side so I can see her face to watch her expressions as she’s experiencing the kind of bliss I know Kirill is about to give her.

She’ll only have to hold on and listen to her body. Kirill will take care of the rest.

Kirill leans over her body, covering her frame with his, enveloping her, caging her. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, Oaklynn,” he growls against the shell of her ear. “I’ll worship you later.”

“Please,” the word is broken on her lips and wrapped with need.

Movement out of the corner of my eye has me looking toward Baker who is dropping a towel on the floor and then kneeling on the bed in front of our woman, getting the front row seat I’m desperate for. I move next to him, Maxim mirroring our movements.

Oaklynn tilts her head back and looks between us, something sinful crossing her features before her mouth drops open and she screams out when Kirill lines up and slams inside of her pussy in one, hard thrust. As if her pussy hasn’t already been pounded.

Kirill doesn’t give a fuck. I wouldn’t either.

“Yes,” she hisses the word, the sound trailing off into a moan.

Kirill isn’t gentle. He isn’t soft. He gives her exactly what she needs.

And that is a rough fucking.

She’s barely able to hold onto the sheets, her body jolting forward every time he fills her. He uses his grip on her hips to pull her back toward him as he thrusts forward. It’s brutal.

And so fucking beautiful.

“Next time, we’ll all be taking you together. I can’t stand by and watch again,” Kirill admits, the growled words sounding like they’re being ripped from him.

“Oh,” she groans, the sound bordering on pain. “Kirill,” she keens, “I can’t.”

“You can,” he demands. “You will.”

“Show your husband what a good wife you are,” I rasp the words.

Something shatters inside of our woman—our wife—with my words.

Her body arches and she screams, the sound jagged and filled with painful and blissful pleasure. She comes undone, but Kirill doesn’t stop. He fucks her through her orgasm.

Just as it starts to wane, just as her featherlike soul floats back down, Kirill’s growl fills the room, and he slams into her. She tries to lurch forward, but his hold on her won’t allow it.

Her body twitches as Kirill’s seems to vibrate. When she slumps against the bed, his hands release her slowly. His touch becomes gentle instead of punishingly possessive.

We surround her, giving her our praise with whispered awe filled words, murmurs that will never be remembered, but will always be felt. She stretches like a cat seeking more, seeking comfort.

And we’re right there to give it to her. We’ll never stop.