I want to be part of it. Want to touch her. Want to worship her the way she deserves. Want to show her without words what I'm terrified to say out loud.
The wanting is so strong I groan involuntarily.
Then she turns her head. Sees me standing in the doorway.
Our eyes meet.
For a heartbeat, no one moves. No one breathes.
Then she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Pulls it over her head. Lets it fall to the floor.
"Join us," she says.
And in that moment, with her looking at me like that, with my brother beneath her and her body offered with such fierce certainty, I realize the truth I've been avoiding.
I'm in love with her.
Not just wanting her. Not just desiring her. In love with this fierce, complicated woman who somehow sees past the soldier to the man underneath.
I don't waste time with words. Can't trust my voice not to break if I try to speak.
Instead, I strip off my clothes with efficient movements. Shirt. Pants. Everything hitting the floor until I'm naked and moving toward her.
When I'm naked, I cross to the bed. Pull Victoria to standing, needing to undress her properly. Needing to touch every inch of skin as it's revealed.
Beside us, Alexei strips too. His movements quick and eager.
My hands find the clasp of Victoria's bra. Undo it with fingers that are steadier than they should be given how hard my heart ispounding. Slide the straps down her shoulders. Let the fabric fall away.
"You're perfect," I tell her, voice rough. "So fucking perfect it hurts to look at you."
I hook my thumbs in her pants and underwear. Drag them down her legs, kneeling as I do. Press a kiss to her hip. Her thigh. Her knee.
When she's completely naked, standing between me and Alexei with the lamp light painting her skin gold, I take a moment just to look. To memorize this. The curve of her breasts. The dip of her waist. The flare of her hips. Every detail burning itself into my memory.
"On the bed," I say. "All fours. Face Alexei."
She moves to comply, and the sight of her positioning herself, trusting me with her body, makes pressure build in my chest.
Alexei kneels in front of her. His cock hard and ready. His eyes dark with want.
I move behind her. Grab a handful of her hair. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough pressure to guide her attention.
"Show him," I murmur against her ear. "Show Alexei how good you can take him."
She lowers her head and takes him into her mouth.
Alexei's groan is immediate. His hands find her hair, gentler than mine, guiding but not forcing.
I kneel behind her. Run my hands over her ass, appreciating the perfect curve of it. Spread her open so I can see everything.
Then I lean forward and put my mouth on her.
She tastes like arousal and need. I flatten my tongue against her, licking from clit to entrance in one long stroke.
I work her with my tongue. Circling her clit. Dipping inside. Building pressure and rhythm until her hips start moving, seeking more.
Then I spear my tongue inside her, penetrating her with it, and she goes wild.
