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"I was so worried he was going to try and bolt at the last moment," she murmured, shaking her head.
"He seems serious about it," I promised her. I wasn’t sure if I believed it, but I needed to see her smile right now. I hated seeing how hard this had all hit her, how difficult it had been for her to navigate everything that had happened.
"Good," she breathed, and she lifted her head and looked between us. "Thank you. I … I don’t know what I would have done if it hadn’t been for you two …"
"It’s okay," Maxim told her softly. I could hear this gentle edge to his voice, one that didn’t come out that often.
"No, I … I’m so grateful," she continued, her voice taking on an edge of real, deep gratitude. "Anything could have happened to me when I got auctioned off like that. I could have wound up with anyone, but I … I’m so glad I wound up with you. You saved me. Both of you."
Her words hung in the air between us all. I wanted to reach out and pull her into my arms right then and there, but I didn’t know if it was the right time for that, didn’t know if I would have been overstepping.
"You should get some rest," Maxim suggested. But she shook her head.
"I don’t want rest right now," she admitted.
"What do you want?" I asked her, though I felt as though I could already tell—it was written on her face, in her eyes, like she could hardly believe it herself. She swallowed hard, pulling herself together as best she could before she gave us the answer I knew we had both been waiting for.
"I want you," she told us, looking between us.
"Both of you."
Chapter Twenty-One - Mina
One hand in Damyan’s, one hand in Maxims, I made my way to my bedroom with the two of them at my side. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, but I didn’t care. No, all that mattered to me right now was giving myself to the two of them, showing them once and for all how much I wanted them, and how badly I needed to close this distance between us, once and for all.
It felt almost sacred, sinking down onto the bed, the two of them on either side of me. I could feel the heat between us, the pressure of it making my head spin, all the possibilities laid out in front of me with tantalizing excitement.
"What do you want, Mina?" Maxim asked me softly, his hand coming to my cheek, guiding me around to face him.
"As much of both of you as I can get," I breathed back, and, before I could overthink it any further, I sank my mouth against Maxim’s as I felt Damyan press his lips against my neck.
Their mouths on me at the same time, fuck, it was explosive. The pleasure coursed through my system, spreading from my scalp to consume my whole body. Maxim’s hands came to my face while Damyan’s slid between my legs, parting them with ease, his fingertips tracing up the inside of my thigh and making me gasp as the pleasure shocked through me in waves.
I had never done anything like this before. Hell, I had never even thought of doing anything like this before, but here, now, I knew it was the only thing I really wanted. I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one of them, not when I knew they both desired me. Not when I knew I could have taken so much, could have indulged myself in the pure deliciousness of this feeling.
Maxim’s lips slid to my neck as Damyan’s fingers dipped beneath my panties, caressing my lips and my clit. I turned to face him, eyes already a little blurry with lust, and kissed him, feeling his tongue slip into my mouth, his teeth catching on my lip as though he was starving for me. His hand slid to my waist as Maxim moved down, pulling up my shirt so he could caress the skin of my stomach with his warm breath. I could hardly make sense of all the sensations right now, the mess of their hands and their mouths and their want for me getting the better of me completely …
Maxim dropped down between my legs, brushing aside Damyan’s hand, sinking his teeth playfully into the inside of my thigh. I let out a sharp cry, and Damyan pulled back, grinning.
"Hey, be careful with her," he told Maxim, as Maxim parted my thighs, grinning up at me as he hooked his fingers around my panties and began to work them down my legs.
"Sorry," he murmured, kissing the spot he had just bitten. "Got a little carried away …"
Damyan drew my attention back to him, kissing me once more, and I reached for his cock beneath his pants. He was already hard, and the feel of him beneath my fingers made my body tremble with want. My fingers scrabbled against his zipper until he brushed them aside and did it for me, pulling himself into his hand as Maxim worked his way slowly along the crease of my thigh, almost painfully close to my aching pussy. My hips were rising from the bed, trying to grind against him, but he was holding back, making me wait.
I moaned against Damyan’s mouth, and, finally, I felt Maxim plant himself against my pussy for the first time. His tongue moved with a practiced softness against my clit, tracing out gentle circles against my over sensitized nub. I knew I had to take this slow, or I was going to get lost to this entirely; I wasn’t going to be able to control myself …
But maybe I didn’t want to.
"I want to feel you in my mouth," I breathed against Damyan’s lips, the words catching me off guard. These men, they brought out this side to me that nobody else did, that nobody else could, and I knew I was addicted to it, well and truly, completely and utterly.
As though sensing the intensity of the situation, Maxim moaned against my pussy, drawing my clit between his lips and applying a soft suction that made my toes curl against the floor below me. Damyan, obliging at once, knelt up a little so I could reach his cock. I needed to feel him in my mouth; I needed to taste him. I needed this so badly I could hardly think straight. I had never craved anyone like this in my life, and right now, I craved both of them, like my body couldn’t deny what it needed any longer.
I reached down to slide my hand into Maxim’s hair, grinding my hips against his face, as I took Damyan’s cock in my other hand and guided it towards my mouth. I gazed up at him, taking in his expression as I felt his thick tip slip past my lips.
God, that feeling, that feeling right there—both of them on me, in me, touching me, holding me, using me, pleasuring me. I knew I was addicted to it. I knew I couldn’t hide from it. I wanted them both, in equal measure, and I knew I wasn’t going to be satisfied with anything less …
Damyan stroked my hair back from my face as I began to work him with my mouth and hand, moaning as I felt Maxim’s tongue slide around my clit. He planted long, slow kisses against my pussy, taking his time, like he was savoring the taste of me.
