Page 63 of Power's Fall

From the corner of her eye, she could see Montana. He was reclined slightly, his elbows resting on one of the steps above where he sat.

“Jesus,” Montana murmured. “I could watch you two all night and never get tired of the sight.”

Vadisk gentled the kiss, giving her a soft smile, resting his forehead against hers. “It feels so good to finally touch you.”

He’d mentioned a few times how difficult it was for him to hold himself back from them, to stop himself from giving in to his desires.

Dahlia had felt the same.

Given the force of his kiss, she thought perhaps he’d underplayed how much he was hurting.

“None of this has been easy.” There was an edge to Montana’s voice that wasn’t usually there.

So they’d all been suffering the same longing. And from the glances Montana and Vadisk exchanged, it was easy to see their restraint in holding back from each other was still chafing.

“Soon,” she offered, wishing there was some way the three of them could come together in the way they wanted…needed. The moment that thought crossed her mind, she remembered their purpose tonight, and all nervousness fled, replaced instead by sheer determination.

It was time to root out the bastard so that the three of them could start their lives together. She refused to remain in limbo in goddamn Crimea for one more second longer than she needed to.

Rising from the water, she stood before them naked, droplets sliding down her skin. Though it was still warm, bordering on hot, she got a chill from the evening air. The sun was just now dipping below the surface of the sea, the patio lights shining down on her like a spotlight.

She gave them both a wicked grin as she tapped her chin, looking from Vadisk to Montana, then back to Vadisk. “Decisions, decisions.”

“What is it you’re trying to decide?” Vadisk narrowed his eyes. Oh yeah. He was a hard-core alpha. God, this was going to be fun.

“I’m not sure which one of you I want to go down on me first.” As she spoke, Dahlia drew her hands over her body, teasing herself with a too-light touch on her nipples before gliding her fingers lower.

She was just about to hit the jackpot when Vadisk’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly.

He shook his head. “Bad girl. That’s ours to play with. Which means, we’re the ones who get to decide who and when.”

Dahlia laughed, then lightly slapped his cheek a few times. “You’re so cute.”

The low growl that followed her words told her Vadisk, who was more grizzly than teddy bear, didn’t appreciate being called cute.

“Is that how you want to play it,Sonechko?” he murmured, his voice so low she had to lean forward to hear him.

Now, as always, his pet name for her had her insides turning to mush. None of her past lovers had ever used terms of endearments. She wouldn’t have thought that was something she even wanted until Vadisk called her his little sun and her heart swelled.

“As far as I can tell, we’re not playing anything. Yet,” she taunted. She didn’t mind a little verbal foreplay if the conditions were right. Usually over dinner, toward the end of dates that she knew were going to end in sex.

Right now was not the right time because she was too needy. If one of them didn’t touch her within the next few seconds, she wouldn’t be held responsible for her actions.

Vadisk chuckled, the rumble of it going straight to her pussy, more effective than her vibrator.

He patted the top step, shifting over a bit so she could step by him. “Sit here.”

Dahlia considered pushing back, simply because it might set a bad precedence if she followed his orders too easily.

She dismissed the thought instantly. It was clear they were finally getting to the good stuff. Besides, she had the rest of her life to push this man’s buttons.

“Open your legs, wife,” Montana murmured, moving through the water until he was in front of her. His cock was testing the limits of his bathing suit, the damp material straining to contain him. Montana’s height was in direct proportion to the size of his dick. It was impressively long, and she couldn’t wait until he was inside her.

She was curious about Vadisk’s cock. He’d been too far away the other night for her to get a good look. Even with the nightstand lamp on, he’d been cast in shadow, her damn failing night vision making him difficult to see.

Rather than wait to find out, she reached over, cupping her hand over his bulge.

Holy. Fuck.

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