Page 61 of Tangled Souls

I step aside and Huck is there waiting. His fingers run through her hair, soothing her, preparing her. Their eyes meet and he slips inside of her gently.

The only thing for me to do is sit and watch our woman as the memory burns itself into my soul. The foundation is already built, strong and without cracks. Today we build on it and never stop, never tire.

Even though our woman is bent over my desk, her ass up and inviting, Huck’s movements are methodical. He doesn’t lose control. He doesn’t fuck her until she can’t breathe. It’s as if he holds her hand and leads her slowly to the edge where they teeter together.

“More,” she begs as she pushes back against him, trying to taunt him into moving faster and fucking her harder.

He doesn’t waver and remains steady.

But when they fall over the edge? It’s explosive just the same. I watch the pleasure wash over her face, unable to look away.

He pushes himself so deep inside of her walls as his head tips back and he growls through his release. Knowing the way her walls are squeezing him, milking him, I can almost feel them on my own length.

The kiss they share is sweet, full of promises like the eye of a storm.

Huck is slow to pull away from her and we all take a moment to see the evidence of the claim, half done and half wanting. Close. But not quite.

Baker steps up next and I glance at my brother to find shame and guilt written all over his face. He hasn’t forgiven himself. I’m not sure he ever truly will.

But it’s not my problem to solve. Not this time.

Baker’s large hands roam over our woman’s body as if he’s checking to make sure she’s whole. His voice is low and strained, like holding himself costs him something that can’t be named. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good, but incomplete,” Oaklynn rasps.

When Baker claims her, there’s a playfulness in the air only he can give her. He nips at her exposed skin to make her squirm. He pulls out glimmers of laughter in her moans.

He builds her up to leave her hanging, again and again. Until she pleads. Her begging words wrapped up in sweetness and light, have him giving in.

As he finally pushes them over the edge together, there is hope in his eyes as he looks down at her and the smile on her face is full of forever. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and the knowledge of how lucky I am, how lucky we are, settles around me.

After Baker gently pulls free of her body, Oaklynn’s eyes search for Maxim. He’s on the fringes like he’s scared. Her eyebrows pull together, but she doesn’t move.

“Maxim,” she calls to him, “you don’t want to fill me with your cum? You don’t want to help me grow our family?”

“I would love nothing more,” his words are soft, but filled with sorrow. “I just don’t deserve to.”

“Let it go,” she demands, her brown eyes alight and pleading. “You’re not to blame and I’m good. I’m healing. There is no resentment in my heart for you, only love.”

His steps are tentative as if he doesn’t want to give in but has no other choice. It’s the pull. The same one that tugs at my own soul.

Undeniable.

Inevitable.

He never stood a chance. Just like the rest of us.

Maxim’s claiming of our wife is different. It’s fraught with fear at first, but when that falls away it’s all teeth and claws.

The primal way Maxim fucks our woman is brutal, but not without love. It is as if he exorcises his demons, anointing himself with her love and her arousal.

But something clicks into place when he grunts out his release as Oaklynn trembles on my desk.

What comes of today doesn’t matter beyond the fact that something has shifted. We are no longer thinking of Mikhail as a specter. His demise is just around the corner, and we can feel it.

And when it happens, we’ll already be looking toward all the tomorrows our tangled souls will enjoy.

CHAPTER 23

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