I fucked him like I always had, with everything, but with Saint taking me apart the way only he could, the crazed tide rose faster.
Hotter.
I dropped my head again.
Again, Alexei tugged it up. He faltered, his measured cadence falling apart, his slippery fingers clumsy on my heated skin. “I cannot. You two... is too much for me.”
He came,hard, shivering through a climax that spread a deep flush across his chest, his release hitting my belly, my chest, and who the fuck knew where else. It was messy—hewas messy, and I loved him more in this moment than perhaps I ever had. Because love was supposed to be messy, right? And awkward and non-fucking-sensical. This shit was imperfectly perfect, and I couldn’t get enough.
Alexei simmered down, his kiss lazy as all tension left his lithe frame.
He chuckled against my lips. “I thought that might kill me, but I am still here.”
“You are.”
“Hmm. Yes. Now I want to watch you.”
He let my cock slide from inside him and climbed off me, settling beside Saint and whispering something fuckingRussianin Saint’s ear.
Saint smirked. He swiped his fingers through the come on my belly, and coated my dick with it, jacking me. My eyes rolled and I fell forward, gripping the headboard with both hands, dipping low to kiss him.
I rocked on his cock, pleasure burning me up inside. Sweat coated my skin. My thighs shook, and I gasped into Saint’s hot mouth. “Fuck me.”
“No.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Take it from me. Take what you need.”
I was beyond comprehension, but my body heard him, chasing down the brain-searing sensation. I ground hard against him, my cock throbbing in his hand, his surging inside me.
He’s close.
I could feel it. I flexed my hips, deepening the angle. Saint growled a curse and dug his fingers into my flesh, scratching my back raw. The pain was beautiful, and I couldn’t fucking take it. I started to come, heat exploding, my vision clouding white. “Fuck. I can’t—”
Saint cut me off with a fierce kiss and punched his pelvis up, driving inside me before seizing, tremors wracking his whole body as he came with a gravelly moan.
No words, but he didn’t need them. Saint sang his own song without making a fucking sound.
I fell back to earth, my pulse fading to a dull roar, the only thing missing in my life the addictive thrill of Alexei’s touch, but he was right there, already pushing Saint’s tousled hair back from his face.
His hand reclaimed its place over Saint’s heart, and he caught my hazy gaze with a wink and a blinding smile. “Moi serdtsa. I could watch that every day for the rest of my life.”
15
Alexei
We returned to the compound to find it decorated with Christmas lights and ornaments, a hugeyolkastanding proud in the middle.
Ivy was still working on it, Decoy not far away. I stopped and stared at it, recalling a distant cousin’s sweet fascination with a custom that meant little to me. I mean, I liked trees, but I preferred them outside.
This one is outside.
Hmm. Perhaps that was why it captivated me so.
Saint left my side. He said nothing and moved with a quiet tread that made him irresistible to me, but I felt his absence the split second he was gone, the hollow feeling he left behind soothed only by Cam’s warmth as he stepped around me and crouched to help Ivy with an intricate decoration.
I watched them through eyes that did not see as much as they might’ve had I not been so dazed from watching Cam and Saint fuck. I’d always known they shared something indomitable, but they had scorched me alive. I felt like my blood would never cool down. Ifelt... like someone else. Someone new. And I did not know what to do with that.
Cam stood with Ivy in his arms and lifted her to place a gold star at the top of the tree. The small crowd around us cheered and Ivy wrapped her arms around Cam’s neck. She whispered something and his smile was one I had not seen before.
It was more beautiful than ever and I had to look away.This cannot be real. This feeling.