Page 113 of Crowned

“We’re not allowed to lock doors. That’s a rule Kirill made.”

He tugs me out from between the coats. “I am not playing with him. I am playing with you.”

He makes an excellent point.

“Have you come today?” he murmurs, kissing my throat, and I shake my head. “Then get down on the floor so I can lick you.”

I do as I’m told, wriggling out of my underwear, and pulling my dress up as I sink to the ground. Elyah moves between my thighs and gives me a kiss, before pushing me flat on the floor.

He takes his first lick and groans.

“Shh, Kirill is looking for me,” I murmur, and then immediately give a soft cry of pleasure as Elyah slides one of his thick fingers deep into my pussy.

I’m panting with need by the time I hear someone trying to open the door.

“Detka. Are you breaking the rules?”

“No,” I call out, sounding so close to coming that it’s obvious what’s happening in here.

“Elyah, you piece of shit. I was playing with her.”

Elyah pretends like he hasn’t heard his friend and slips another finger into my pussy. With two thick fingers pulsing into me and his tongue sliding so intensely against my clit, I lose all sense of everything and come with a loud cry.

While I’m still flat on my back and panting for breath, Elyah opens the door with a grin.

“Sorry, friend. Did not hear you out there.”

Kirill pushes past him and glares down at me on the floor.

“Oh, no. You found me. Shall I hide again?”

Kirill’s scowl softens as he stares at me with my knees spread and my dress rucked up around my waist. “I’ve got a better idea.”

He hauls me to my feet and over his shoulder, and I’m laughing as he carries me to the next room and drops me onto Konstantin’s bed.

“This was what I really wanted, anyway,” he tells me, starting to undress.

He’s got a new tattoo on his chest. Viktoria’s name in Cyrillic. Elyah has the same one on his upper back. I cried when I saw that they had our daughter’s name inked into their flesh. They got the tattoos done the day after I told them that Konstantin was her biological father.

She is our daughter, too, and we love her, Elyah told me.

A moment later, I’m pressed between Kirill’s and Elyah’s naked bodies with both their cocks bumping against my entrance.

They tussle with each other over who thrusts inside me first, Elyah grabbing Kirill’s wrist and pulling his hand from my waist. Kirill pushes at Elyah’s shoulder, trying to tip him off-balance. They’re always careful with me when they do this, but the gleam in their eyes tells me how seriously they take this wrestling match. And they’re not careful with each other.

“Ha. Beat you,” Elyah groans, thrusting as deep as he can.

Kirill growls, filled with frustration. “You ruin my game. You take my woman from me yet again.Detka, I need to fuck you now. Hold still.”

I was lost in the slow, languorous thrusts of Elyah’s cock, and I open one eye. “What?”

Elyah has caught on already and he’s angling my body into a better position. Kirill spits on his fingers and massages it onto his cock, and then I feel the head of him against my pussy. Trying to join Elyah inside me.

“Oh, shit—” I gasp, holding on to Kirill’s shoulders and staring down at myself. They couldn’t possibly both fit, but I forgot that no one’s as determined as these two when they get an idea in their heads. I let myself go limp in their arms, my back supported against Elyah’s chest behind me.

Elyah holds still, and we both groan as we feel Kirill slide into me along Elyah’s length.

“Haven’t you got your own beds to go to?” asks a voice from the doorway.

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