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“Mik...” Christ, how do I ask this?

He swallows, though, and shakes his head once.

Okay.

So, we’re working with two virgins.

Chapter twenty-one

Lev

My mind is a treadmill of horny, rated-R thoughts - orgasms I want to give her, positions I want to take her in, the places on her body I want to explore and see if I can make her feel good. I’m glad Roman has enough brainpower to do both, because I’m not sure I could tie my shoe right now with how much I want her.

I know I promised Nikolai I’d keep her safe. And I know he assigned me this position with the utmost faith in myself and our friendship, but apparently, being with the woman of your dreams - honestly, more than I’ve ever dreamt - and knowing you have a death sentence coming makes that choice pretty damn easy.

I let my hand wander up the backs of her thighs, tracing my fingertips along her panty-line. My heart’s racing. I never thought I’d be able to touch her like this - out in the open, not angry, stolen intimacy.

God, I hope Nikolai never finds out who called the hit on her.

“You want to suck Lev’s cock, baby?” Roman asks, his voice low and gravely.

I’m sweating, even though the fire is barely heating this small room.

Tati stares down at me and gifts me a salacious grin.

Painfully slow, she sinks to her knees, but not before Mik can grab a throw pillow and toss it onto the ground in front of her, just as her knees hit it. She gifts him a sweet smile in return. Mikhail leans forward, his elbows on his knees, like he wants to catalogue every second of this. A part of me feels bad - shouldn’t he be her first?

But maybe that’s Roman’s plan.

I rest my arms on the arms of the chair, letting her take complete control of this situation. I’m so goddamn spun up I’m pretty sure I’ll come if she just breathes on me. It’s been months since my last, less than satisfying, one-night-stand. I tried to fuck my attraction to Tati out of my head, but the more women I slept with, the less it worked - the less sated I felt after. Because none of them were her. None of them even came close.

Her hands are shaking as she reaches for my button and zipper, so I reach for them, holding them for a moment, and rubbing my thumbs along the backs of her hands reassuringly. I try to convey with my eyes what my mouth won’t say. You’re okay. You don’t have to be good at this. Anything you do is more than I deserve.

The sound of my zipper sounds loud, even over the crackling of the fire and the blood rushing past my ears.

Mik stands suddenly, but walks around the other side of the mattress on the floor and adds a log to the fire before sitting back down on the couch and watching again. I should be nervous - doing this in front of other people - but I’m not. They both want her just as much. And if we really do a free-for-all while we’re here, this is just the first of many times together.

I lift my ass off the chair so she can slide my jeans down around my hips, taking my boxer briefs with them.

My cock springs out, and her eyes drop to it, widening slightly. God, I hope she likes what she sees. Her hand instantly wraps around my length, and she licks her lips, causing me to swell in her hand.

“You’ll tell me if I’m doing this wrong?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I slide my ass to the edge of the chair, almost smacking her in the chin with my dick. But as my fingers pull her hair tie off and I begin to undo her French braid, I drop a kiss to her forehead.

“There’s nothing you could do to me that I’m not going to like.” I’m not often that direct and honest with her, but I hope she trusts me.

She darts her tongue out, swiping the trail of precum from my slit, and I hiss through my teeth, trying to focus on freeing her hair. I need to run my fingers through it. I need to hold it.

She looks like a goddamn angel between my knees. She wraps her lips around me and takes me as deeply as she feels comfortable. I love that she’s not trying to show off or prove anything.

“Take what you need from me, knyazhna. I’m yours.”

With her hair wild and free and partly lit by the firelight, I lean back again, content with letting her play. I breathe deeply every time she hollows her cheeks, or swirls her tongue around the head of me. I’m determined to last, if only to let her play. Her hand moves in tandem with her mouth, and she moans as another flood of precum hits her tongue.

I want to dirty talk her, tease her, get her right to the edge, make her wild, but I’m not sure I could form words at this point. My fingers dig into the arms of the chair as my thighs shake. I grunt, sweat pouring from my temples, determined to last.

But then her tongue flicks the underside of the head of my cock at the same time one of her hands drops to caress my balls tentatively - like she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do with them, and it all becomes too much.