I swirl my tongue over them as if it were his dick.
“Make them wet for Rodion’s ass, Alyona.” He tells me and my muscles contract at the thought.
Z slips the fingers from my mouth, and I feel when he pushes them into Rodion’s ass, because Rodion tenses, his groans rumbling from his chest, cock twitching inside my walls.
He increases the speed of his hips pounding into me, his balls slapping against my ass. The head of his cock stroking where I need him, extracting a scream from my lungs as little sparks of pleasure flood through my limbs. My cunt contracts around his thickness, pulsing with my release and forcing his own from him.
Wet heat fills my pussy, sweat clings to my skin, and every inch of my flesh is hyper aware to every touch. Z takes me from Rodion, and I mourn the loss of his cock inside until Z cradles me to his body and inhales the crook of my neck. “I’ve missed your scent, love. Your taste, the needy little moans you make when you need to come.”
The timbre in his voice vibrates against my tits, and then he lowers us to the bed, me sitting in his lap. “Sit on my dick, Alyona, I need to fill you up.”
Tilting my hips, I glide down the length of him, Rodion’s cum easing the stretch, his girth causing a little sting of pain in the best way.
Rodion’s palm pushes between my shoulder blades, forcing Z to lie back and me to cover his torso. Swiping up the cum that’sseeped out of me onto Z’s thighs, Rodion slides his fingers along my ass crack and then pushes against the puckered ring.
“Want to take us both, love?” Rodion asks, and my lips devour Z’s on a needy sob, my hips twisting and lifting over Z’s cock. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” Ro chuckles, pushing a finger into my ass, causing pressure there. “Relax for me.” His voice is like crushed velvet and smoke.
Z grips my hips, slowing my movements. Rodion uses more cum, pushing in two fingers and pumping past the ringed muscles. “God you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. “This might hurt a little,milaya.”Sweetheart.
I bite into Z’s plump bottom lip when Rodion’s cock pushes inside me, inch by delicious inch, until he fills my ass to the brim. It burns, the pressure and sensations overriding my brain and when they begin moving in tandem, my mind splinters as pleasure like I’ve never experienced touches every nerve within my body.
“Fuck, I can feel you both.” Z roars, bucking his hips up into me. Two sets of hands, two pairs of lips, two unyielding cocks taking ownership of my body.
When they move, I move, as if we are one pulse, one thrum in the rhythm of music our bodies create. We flow together seamlessly, skin against skin, souls reuniting. We ebb and flow, lost in bliss.
Like a wave in the ocean, we crest and crash.
Over and over and over.
Chapter Thirty-One
Zahkar
Tracing a finger along Alyona’s nose, I smile. I’ve never felt such contentment. Rodion’s hair moves across my stomach as he shifts, pulling Alyona’s thigh closer to him.
“You smell of us, love. I think it’s my new favorite smell,” he rumbles and she giggles.
Fucking giggles.
“Did everything go okay with you-know-who?” she asks softly, her voice laced with concern as she gently swirls her fingers through the strands of his hair. Her head is nestled comfortably in the crook of my neck, and I can feel her warm breath against my skin with every word she speaks, sending a shiver down my spine.
“It’s done,” Rodion replies, his fingers dancing up her thigh. “He gave us the details about Alexey—the man who was sent to our apartment the night you left.”
She stiffens against me. “He was going to kill you.”
“We know,” I reply softly, trying to soothe her as I rub a reassuring hand down her trembling back. “You saved us.”
Placing her hand over my rib, right above my heart, she whispers, “That’s what we do, we save each other.” My heart leaps in my chest at her words, wanting to jump right into her palm.
Rodion tips his face to look up at us. “Yuri is next. We need to make a real plan involving our father. Yuri’s more complicated than these assassins otherwise he would have been taken off the board years ago. We need to be smart.”
Alyona moves away from us, and my heart pounds.
“Where are you going?” My tone comes out firmer than I intend.
Smiling back at me over her shoulder, she bites the soft cushion of her bottom lip and says, “To shower before Roza wakes up from her nap.” Her ass sways, and both Rodion and I track the movement like hunters homing in on prey. “Want to join me?” she adds, and Rodion beats me out of the bed, snatching her up, making her squeal.
We’ve enjoyed five full days of bliss, tucked away in our secluded bubble, far from the chaos of the outside world. However, that bubble was bound to burst, and it has in the way of our private investigator, Abram. He sits across the table from us, his expression etched with frustration as he shakes his head slowly.
