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My back arches as he sucks my clit into his mouth, tonguing it violently.

“Mik. Kiss our girl,” he says before diving back into devouring me. I moan wantonly. Our girl. I am their girl. I want to be their good girl. I want to show them how much I appreciate them. I want to give back as much as they’ve already given to me.

Mik appears on the other side of the island and grips my neck gently in his large hand, bringing my face to his. He doesn’t kiss me right away, though. He brushes his lips lightly over mine, teasingly. It’s too much and not enough for what Lev’s doing to my pussy.

I’m quickly spinning higher and higher. Mik steals my breath as Lev makes me squirm, and when a hand caresses my breast, and I open my eyes to see Roman’s joined the fun, I explode, coming harder than I’ve ever come before. I scream, but it’s swallowed by Mik. I tilt forward, but Lev’s wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me up. The entire time, Roman’s lips caress the skin of my neck.

My vision blackens on the sides as I come down from my high. My entire body falls slack, and Lev dips to pick me up bridal-style. I’m buzzing, happy, sated, content as he lays me back on the mattress in the center of the room.

I could live the rest of my life here.

With these men.

In this cabin.

Chapter twenty-seven

Mikhail

If I thought I loved her before, I didn’t know what love was. Or maybe I didn’t know who Tatiana was.

I knew the Tatiana who tried hard for everyone but herself. I knew the Tatiana who played small to make other people comfortable. I knew the Tatiana that people pleased and craved attention and meaning.

This Tatiana, lying on her back on a mattress in the middle of nowhere? She looks like a goddess. Her shirt’s ridden up, exposing a slim sliver of skin I’m dying to lick. Her hair’s a wild, untamed mane of gold. She doesn’t have a lick of makeup on, but her smile is so bright it cracks something in my sternum.

She writhes on the bed, uninhibited, stretching her long limbs like a cat waking from a nap.

I’ve loved Tatiana since the day she found me and decided I belonged to her. Her determination, loyalty, and thoughtfulness were things I’d never experienced before, and I was instantly addicted. She’s the only place I’ve ever belonged.

Over the years, that love morphed into longing the more time I spent with her, touching and holding her, but never really having her. What I feel for her now? It’s too big to describe. It’s like my entire being, every cell in my body, has rearranged its compass to her.

She’s hungry? I want to be the one to feed her. She’s tired? I want to be the one to tuck her into bed. She’s angry? I want to be the one she hits. She wants the Eiffel Tower? I’ll be the one to bring it to her.

And I think she might be starting to feel the same.

It thrilled me like never before when she threw aside the chess pieces to kiss me.

I keep finding myself holding my breath, as if at any moment the magic of the moment will shatter and we’ll have to go back to how we were before.

Roman’s frowning down at his phone, back in his corner of the couch. We turned them off to conserve battery when we lost power, but he must be checking in on everyone back home. Lev’s watching her from the fireplace mantle, where he’s added more wood - likely to keep the cabin warm enough Tati can strut around naked.

My cochlear implant beeps at me to let me know the battery is dying. I go ahead and pull the external piece off. While Tati’s moans are going to be quieter to my ears, there’s not much I can do with the power out.

I look out at the glittering snow and wonder how long we’ll have her this way. When I look back at her, glassy blue eyes stare back at me.

“Are you okay?” she asks, slowly, letting me read her lips.

I nod, but am I? The intensity of what I’m feeling for her feels like I can’t contain it in my chest. I’m pulled in two opposite directions - one wants to run to her, scoop her up, and never let her go. Admit that I’ve been in love with her for years, and that I love her now more than ever. That I want forever with her - wedding, babies, lazy Sunday mornings, and horse shows. For the rest of our lives.

The other part of me hesitates. I don’t want to be too much, too fast. She’s only just caught on to how I feel - how we feel. Talking forever and having babies might scare her away. She’s grown up with one image of her happily ever-after, and what this is is anything but that. She imagined one boyfriend turning into one fiancé, turning into one husband. Ro and Lev have loved her all these years in their own ways.

She’s just started thinking about being with all three of us - and only for a limited time in her mind. Maybe she still thinks her happily ever-after comes after the cabin. And only one man.

I swallow thickly, uncomfortable with not knowing. All these years, I’ve held two realities in my mind. One, where I’ll always love her, and she never knows. And the fantasy I dream at night, holding her and breathing in her jasmine shampoo.

But I think we need to talk about us. About what this is, about where she is mentally.

“Are you alright?“ I sign.