“Come now,” Dmitri said.
He took her hand and led her into the shower. I followed. Dmitri adjusted the water until it was the perfect temperature, then placed a steadying hand at the small of her back and maneuvered Kara under the spray. She stood beneath it, eyes closed, shoulders stiff at first, like she expected the moment to turn into something she’d have to fight through.
It didn’t.
“Easy,” Dmitri said softly. “We’ve got you.”
Her breath shuddered as the heat sank into her muscles.
I reached for the soap and worked it into a soft lather, my hands moving slower than usual as I slid them along her arms. I washed away the grime and dried sweat, and with it some of the tension she’d been carrying. I traced small circles over her shoulders, massaging away some of her tightness.
This wasn’t the moment for jokes or bravado. It felt almost sacred, the way she finally let us see who she truly was. I’d treasure this moment forever.
Dmitri stood close on her other side, steady as ever. When her knees wobbled, he was already there, one hand firm at her back, the other guiding her a half-step forward so she stayed balanced under the spray. His touch was all reassurance, like he was reminding her without words that she didn’t have to brace herself anymore. She was in our care now.
“You don’t have to stand alone,” he murmured. “We’re here with you.”
He reached for the shampoo and worked it into her hair, fingers massaging gently at her scalp. Kara tipped her head forward, resting it against Dmitri’s chest, a small sound escaping herbefore she could stop it. I felt my chest tighten at the trust in that simple movement.
I rinsed her hair carefully, angling the water so it wouldn’t run into her eyes. When she swayed again, Dmitri and I moved in without thinking—one hand at her back, another at her elbow—keeping her upright between us. It wasn’t about control right now; it was about being there, fully, when she needed it.
For once, she let us.
The two of us washed her body with the same gentle reverence, then conditioned her hair and gently detangled it with our fingers. After we were through bathing her, we took turns washing up ourselves while the other held her steady and safe.
I shut the water off once the last traces of soap were rinsed away, the steam already thinning as the room cooled. Kara leaned heavily against Dmitri, eyes closed, her body loose in that way that told me she’d finally let herself relax. Dmitri wrapped an arm around her without comment, while I grabbed the towels from the rack and used one to dry her off.
“That’s our good girl,” I crooned, brushing damp hair back from her face as I patted the towel along her damp skin. Dmitri dried himself while I tended to Kara, then reached for another towel, wrapping it snugly around her and tucking it in like he was making sure she wouldn’t catch a chill. The tenderness of it hit me surprisingly hard.
While I quickly and haphazardly dried my own body, Dmitri scooped her up without hesitation, cradling her against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. I dropped all the towels to the floor, opened the bathroom door, and led the way back to the bedroom.
My brother put her down carefully and wound his arm around her waist. For a moment, the two of us just stared at her. Then, unable to help myself, I reached up and gently took the towel away from her, tossing it aside. I knelt in front of her, my hands on her hips, my gaze fixed on the slick, heated flesh between her thighs. She was wet, so wet that I could see the glistening evidence of her arousal, a sweet, intoxicating invitation that called to me.
I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers. “You are so beautiful.”
Dmitri’s voice was a low growl of corroboration. “And she’s all ours.”
I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She gasped, her hips bucking. I licked her,and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Her hands flew to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands, holding me in place as I explored her with my mouth.
Dmitri’s hands moved to her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples, a sweet, tormenting pressure that made her whimper. His mouth was at her ear, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “You like that, don’t you? His mouth on your pussy while I play with your beautiful breasts.”
She didn’t answer, but the way her body shuddered in response was all the confirmation I needed.
I slipped a finger inside her, then another, my long, thick digits stretching her, filling her. I curled my fingers, finding that spot deep inside her that made her rise up onto her toes. I stroked her from the inside out as my tongue worked her clit in a relentless, demanding rhythm.
She didn’t have to say anything. I knew shewasalready close to the edge. I wanted to push her over that cliff; I wanted to be the one in this moment to make her come undone.
I wanted to make hermine.
“Look at her,” Dmitri observed. “She’s going to come all over your tongue, brother.”
I could feel the tremors running through her, hear her panting breaths. I glanced up at her, at the blissed-out expression on her face, and the sight of her surrender sent a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Not yet,” I said, pulling my mouth away. “I’m not done with her.”
“Neither am I.”
I watched as Dmitri sidestepped her around my kneeling form and guided her toward the bed, his hands possessively gripping her hips. He laid her down on the crisp white sheets, her body contrasting beautifully against the fabric.
