The room felt too warm, too close, too charged. The Dragunov brothers weren’t flanking me anymore. They were surrounding me now, and my heart started pounding like a frantic little bird trapped in a gilded cage.
Viktor’s eyes dragged down my neck in a slow, hungry sweep that made my breath catch in a way I hoped he didn’t hear. He smirked immediately. “Look at that,” he said to the others like I wasn’t standing right there. “She’s trembling for us.”
“I am not,” I muttered, even though my pulse felt like it was caught somewhere between my ribs and my throat.
Andrei brushed a knuckle over my cheek, so gently it contradicted his usual cocky bravado. “You’re blushing again,” he observed. “I like when you do that. It makes my cock hard.”
I glared at him, which only made Viktor snort. “She’s cute when she tries to be intimidating.”
“Iamintimidating,” I snapped, even as the heat in my cheeks betrayed me.
Mikhail stepped forward last and his presence alone made my knees feel unreliable. “You are intimidating,” he said in that impossibly calm voice. “And brilliant. And dangerous. And you’ve survived things most people could never even dream of.” He angled his head, studying me. “But right now? You are also blushing like a schoolgirl.”
I wanted to crawl under a rock.
Mikhail’s fingers brushed the side of my jaw, steady and sure. “We’re proud of you,” he stated. “For everything you did inMoldova. For saving Andrei on that plane. For everything that you are. We are proud you are ours.”
Andrei nodded immediately. “You kept me alive last night. You kept both of us and that poor stewardess alive. That took gutsandbrains.”
Viktor added, “And you looked hot doing it.”
“Viktor,” Mikhail warned.
“What? She did.”
My face burned so hot that I was surprised the windows didn’t fog.
Before I could come up with some clever retort, Viktor dipped his head and brushed his lips over my cheekbone. Soft. Testing. My heartbeat stuttered.
“That was for saving the plane. It was expensive,” he murmured.
Andrei made an annoyed sound in his throat, not quite jealous, but definitely competitive. “Move,” he said, nudging Viktor aside.
He cupped my face gently with both hands and pressed a slower, deeper kiss to the opposite cheek. I felt it all the way down to my spine. “And that was for saving me.”
My knees wobbled. Actually wobbled.
Viktor grinned like a cat left alone with a vat of cream. “She’s melting.”
“I am not melting?—”
Mikhail stepped in front of me then, hands settling lightly on my waist for only a second. I went completely still. Then he tilted my chin up, and the heat in his dark eyes made my stomach twist in a way I wasn’t prepared for.
“And this,” he said softly, “is simply because I want to.”
He kissed my lips.
It wasn’t rushed or demanding. It wasn’t soft either. It was firm and intentional and calm in a way that made my nipples tighten. My fingers wound into his shirt before I realized I’d moved them.
When he finally pulled back, my heart was trembling in my chest. Viktor looked delighted. Andrei looked like he was about two seconds from pulling me into his arms and tearing my clothes off.
Mikhail stepped aside only slightly, leaving me standing there between them, flushed, breathless, and painfully aware of how much I wanted all of them.
Andrei brushed his thumb over my lower lip in a gesture that sent heat spiraling low in my stomach. “She wants more,” he stated, eyes glinting.
“I do not,” I lied.
Viktor laughed. “Sweetheart, your pupils are huge. You want all of us and you know it.”
