He pushes in. Just the tip at first. The stretch is intense. More than I expected. Bordering on uncomfortable but not quite crossing into pain.
"Breathe," Alexei reminds me from beneath me, his hands on my hips, holding me steady. Grounding me.
Maksim moves deeper. Inch by careful inch. Pausing when I tense. Waiting for me to relax. Murmuring encouragement and praise. Giving me time to adjust to each new sensation.
When he's fully seated, when I'm completely filled by both of them, we all go still. Just gasping. Just feeling the impossible fullness. The stretch. The way my body has accommodated both of them.
"Okay?" Maksim asks against my shoulder.
"Yes," I manage. "Move. Please."
They start slowly. Small adjustments. Figuring out how to coordinate so one pulls out as the other pushes in. Creating a constant sensation of fullness.
When they find it, when the rhythm clicks into place, it's devastating. My body doesn't know which sensation to focus on.Can't separate the pleasure into individual sources anymore. It just builds and builds.
Zakhar kneels beside us on the bed. "Open up for me,solntse."
I turn my head. Take him into my mouth willingly. Wanting this. Wanting all of them.
Now all three of them are inside me at once. Possessing me completely. Claiming every part of me simultaneously.
The sensations blur together into transcendence. I'm not thinking anymore. Not analyzing. Not maintaining control. Just feeling. Just experiencing. Just surrendering completely to what they're giving me.
Maksim's rhythm falters first. His control finally breaking. His thrusts become erratic as his breathing goes ragged. He groans my name and comes, his body shuddering against my back.
Zakhar follows moments later. His hand tangles in my hair, not pulling, just holding. "Swallow," he commands as he comes. "All of it."
I do. Taking everything he gives me. Savoring the taste. The trust. The intimacy of it.
Then it's just Alexei beneath me. He reaches between us with one hand. Finds my clit. Pinches gently.
I shatter. Come so hard my vision goes white and sound cuts out. Clenching around him in rhythmic waves that trigger his own release. Feel him pulsing inside me as he groans my name.
We collapse together. All of us gasping. All of us trembling with aftershocks and satisfaction and the particular exhaustion that comes from complete physical and emotional release.
They arrange themselves around me without discussion. Maksim on one side. Zakhar on the other. Alexei somewhere in the tangle of limbs. All of them touching me. Caressing absent patterns on my skin. Grounding me as I float back down from wherever I just went.
This isn't just sex. This is belonging. This is choosing and being chosen. This is three dangerous men showing me without words that I'm theirs and they're mine.
35
ALEXEI
This is what happiness feels like.
The thought hits me while I'm standing at the stove, scrambling eggs in butter that's just starting to brown at the edges. The kitchen is warm. Sunlight streams through the windows, painting everything in shades of gold. Coffee percolates in the machine behind me, filling the air with rich, dark aroma that makes my mouth water. Toast sits warming in the oven, getting crispy the way Zakhar likes it.
Everything smells like comfort and home.
I'm cooking breakfast for the most important people in my life, and my chest feels too full for my ribs.
I've always been grateful for what I have. For Zakhar, who kept me alive when my body tried to kill me more times than I can count. Who learned to manage my diabetes when we werejust kids with no resources and no help. Who shared his food even when we were both starving because he knew I needed consistent meals more than he did.
For Maksim, who gave us purpose when we had nothing but survival. Who took two street kids and turned us into warriors. Who built an empire from ashes and let us build it beside him.
For my health, despite a condition that should have killed me on Moscow's frozen streets. For the insulin we can now afford without stealing. For the CGM and pump that keep me stable. For survival when so many others didn't make it.
But I can see now that we were missing a piece.
