Page 91 of Tied to Hope
She assumed it was due to the many years they’d known each other, the tragedies they’d suffered together, and the unusual bond that they had made as blood brothers.
It was a privilege to be the center of attention with such extraordinary men.
They were thorough in their claiming, seeking to please her in a myriad of ways before seeking release for themselves. There was no doubt that both Rytsar and Sir found immense enjoyment in her pleasure. They never seemed to tire of their sensual connection with her.
But today was different…
It seemed every touch, every taste, was being savored. She cherished the intensity of their lovemaking, and the tears began to fall.
This was a mix of the most profound love and the most intense pleasure.
Brie cried out, moved in a way she’d never experienced before. Sir met that cry by pressing his lips hard against hers, melding his desire with hers.
Who knew such feelings could fuse together to create a sensation so heartbreakingly delicious?
She came again without any warning.
Both men groaned in response.
In a relationship this close, there was no need to hide their true feelings. It allowed all their emotions to exist together in the same moment—love and loss, pain and pleasure, fear and joy.
All of it came together, propelling Brie upward on a sub high unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Both men came inside her while calling her name.
Afterward, they lay in the bed together, the immensity of the love between them still palpable like the sun on their skin.
“Thank you,radost moya,” Rytsar said, unfastening the collar around her neck. He leaned down and kissed her sweaty skin where the collar had rested. Then, in typical sadist fashion, he bit down, leaving a bruising mark on her throat.
While he tucked a sweaty lock of stray hair behind her ear, she asked him, “Do you feel loved?”
“I do.”
He smiled at her before he lay back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Silence filled the room as they basked in the warmth of each other’s presence.
“Are you planning to stay, brother?” Sir asked, finally breaking the silence.
Rytsar blinked slowly several times, before answering. “Nyet, I will go back with you. Viktor does not need me anymore.”
Brie could hear the subtle ache in his voice and knew he was mourning the loss of the future he’d thought he’d have here.
She slid her hand into his. “I have an idea.”
Brie saw a slight smirk as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. “What?”
“What if we bought a house up here? Something perfect for children and close enough to Viktor that he could come for overnights to visit with hisdyadya?”
Rytsar turned his head. “What are you saying?”
“Sir and I were thinking of getting a second home here in Moscow.”
“You were?” he asked, looking at Sir.
“Naturally. It’s important to stay close to family.”
Smiling excitedly, she told him, “There’s no reason you can’t use it whenever you return to your homeland.”
“I don’t take charity,” he scoffed.
