Page 109 of Kings of Cruelty

He brushes at the tears on my cheeks before cupping my face in his hands and kissing me. “It’s going to be fine.”

I think about his gunshot, and how he has to be ignoring his pain, but I nod weakly. “Yeah. It is.”

Yuri slides into place next to me. He wraps his arms around my waist while I continue to kiss Nikolai. They’ve boxed me in, and although I would have hated this several months ago, I now appreciate their warmth and their strength.

I wish Konstantin was here too, but I understand why he isn’t in the mood.

I’m not really either, but if I have to be the moral support—and give them one last good memory, an unwelcome voice creeps into the back of my mind—then I will.

Nikolai doesn’t let go of me, though he starts stroking my hair instead of my face as he lets his arm fall to his side.

“What do you want to do, Sierra?” Yura asks as he nuzzles my neck.

“Let me take care of the two of you tonight,” I tell him, turning away from Nikolai so I can kiss Yuri instead. “Please.”

Nikolai looks at me, meeting my eyes, and he says quietly, “Nothing’s going to happen to us, zaya. You don’t need to act like you’re never going to see us again.”

I wince, but he’s on the mark, and I can’t pretend he’s not. I don’t know what to say to that, so I kiss him again.

Nikolai tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head, and when he bares the brand on my chest, he leans down to kiss it. “You’re ours. We’re not abandoning you. No matter what,” he promises. He unfastens my bra, tossing that to the side as well, and he caresses me far more gently than he usually does.

“My adventurous Sierra,” Yuri murmurs, guiding me to lie down on my back. He kisses my lips, but moves to kiss all the way down my body until he reaches my stomach, where that first hint of swelling is. He pets my belly and kisses all over. “Mother of our child.”

“So beautiful,” Nikolai says, cupping one of my breasts in his hand and squeezing lightly before thumbing over the nipple. “So perfect.”

I’m far from perfect, but I drink in the praise.

Maybe they’re not the only ones who need this right now.

Nikolai sheds his towel, tossing it somewhere onto the floor, then lies on his side by me with one leg wrapped over mine. I can feel the press of his hard cock against my thigh, but he doesn’t rush me.

Yuri positions himself on my other side. The two of them take turns kissing me, their hands all over me. I close my eyes and focus on the sensations, the way their touch goes from ghosting to frantic as their fingers tease my nipples. They play with my clit and penetrate me with their fingers, all while grinding their cocks against me. I gasp and reach down so I can stroke them, too.

It’s so different from what we usually do, but it’s good, too, all of us focusing on making each other feel good.

“In,” I whisper, grabbing for Yuri first. He lets out a quiet chuckle, but none of us seem willing to break this spell. He moves so he can get atop me, spreading my legs wide as he stares down at my face like he’s trying to memorize it.

Yuri slowly thrusts into me, groaning at the same time I do, and I glance beside me to look at Nikolai.

Nikolai is stroking himself, and I’m all too aware of the bandage on his shoulder. That doesn’t stop him from leaning down and kissing me again, though, even though I can tell he’s doing his best not to put any weight on his injured side.

If things don’t go well, he could end up being riddled with bullet holes all over, and it’s a thought that has tears welling up in my eyes again.

“None of that,” Nikolai says, catching my gaze. “No tears. Not tonight, zaya.”

Yuri reaches out, his thumb brushing away my tears as he takes me—as he makes love to me in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.

Yuri spills into me, panting against my lips. I cling to him through his orgasm. As soon as he pulls out, Nikolai lines himself up and pushes into me with a grunt. He’s still holding himself up with one muscled arm, favoring the other, and I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer to me.

I don’t know if it’s the strange mood or the feeling of Yuri’s cum already inside of me, but Nikolai murmurs, “Touch her clit for me, Yura. I want to feel her come around me.”

Yuri reaches over without a word, kissing me as he reaches between my thighs to stroke my clit.

I cry out, the feeling of Nikolai’s thrusts and Yuri’s touch getting better and better as the seconds tick by.

When I’m close, I don’t hold back. I let out a loud moan, my hips jerking as my pussy tightens around Nikolai’s cock. He comes seconds after, filling me up, then he pulls out and rolls over.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I’m going to feel that tomorrow.” He catches my worried look. “Worth it, zaya. More than worth it.”

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