Page 8 of Tied to Hope
Rytsar nodded, looking down at the baby with tears in his eyes. “Da, this little one ties all of us together. Her happiness will be our happiness.”
The three of them nodded in agreement.
Titov glanced up at them standing there and said, “Now leave me, so I can hold this child in peace.”
Rytsar nodded, putting his hand around the back of Brie’s neck, giving her chills. Turning to Sir he asked, “Shall we?”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat when she felt Sir’s hand on the small of her back.
The dominant hold each man had on her as he led her to the bedroom, caused her heart to race.
Once the bedroom doors were closed, they showered her with kisses. These weren’t the kisses of demanding Dominants, but the passionate kisses of long-lost lovers.
“You undress her,” Sir murmured in a gruff voice, as his lips moved from her neck to her mouth.
Brie felt a gush of wetness as Rytsar pulled at the button of her pants and unzipped them.
“It has been too long,radost moya,” he growled as he pulled them down and his hand stroked her pussy.
Sir continued his deep kisses, his tongue exploring her mouth, while Rytsar made quick work of her clothing.
Brie moaned into Sir’s mouth when she felt Rytsar rub her wet clit, teasing it with his skilled fingers.
“Let’s take her to the bed,” Rytsar muttered lustfully.
Brie squeaked in excitement when Sir swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on it.
She lay there completely naked, staring up at Rytsar and Sir. “I want you both to lie with me,” she begged, holding her hands out to them.
Rytsar looked at her, his eyes smoldering with desire as both men began undressing.
“Radost moya…”
Her pet name rolled off his lips like a love song.
Brie’s eyes trailed over him. She admired his muscular body covered in scars and his signature dragon tattoo. Then, suddenly, her breath caught.
She stared at the tattoo she knew so well, noticing that Rytsar had made an addition to it that she’d never seen before. The dragon now had smoke swirling from its mouth and over his chest and heart. Within those swirls were cleverly designed letters that spelled out the words“radost moya”.
Brie met his gaze, tears welling in her eyes.
He lay down beside her and reached out, stroking her cheek gently. “No tears,radost moya.”
Brie glanced at Sir and could see he was equally affected.
“Before I went into battle, I covered myself in armor,” Rytsar explained.
Opening his hand, he showed her a stylized sun that had been tattooed in the palm of his hand. “I wantedmoye solntsewith me when I made the final blow.”
Brie swallowed hard, tears coming to her eyes as she traced the outline of the sun with her finger.
Sir joined them on the bed, pressing himself against Brie. “I will be forever grateful you survived that battle, brother.”
Rytsar placed his hand over his heart. “I was protected.”
Brie opened her mouth to say something, but Rytsar gazed deep into her eyes and commanded, “No more talk.”
“Let your men make love to you,” Sir said, moving down between her legs while Rytsar claimed her lips.
