16. Andrei

Chapter 16

Andrei

My wife is smiling. It's the tiniest curve of her lips, a simple hint of her feelings, and yet it fills me with as much joy as when I'm buried deep inside her. All-encompassing, warm happiness.

During the years after Valentina left, I resigned myself to a life without. I was destined for a life of brutality without the solace of home—a place of rest after long days and nights maintaining order and safeguarding our Bratva.

Valentina returning home and choosing to stay with me—with us—has been an antidote to the bitter poison pumping through my veins. I can have everything I've ever wanted, all thanks to my queen.

It's a debt I will repay for the rest of my life.

Her idle smile grows as she watches Mikhail and Ezra sign their names on their own marriage certificates. She will be recognized as my wife within state and federal bounds, but she will be considered all three of our wives, for all intents and purposes. More importantly, the Bratva will recognize our polyamorous union.

I nod to our lawyer, who signs as witness on all documents before carefully clasping them within his briefcase. Valentina thanks him, and then Mikhail walks him outside to rejoin his guarded escort back within city limits.

Taking Valentina's hand in mine, I lift her ring to my lips. "You deserve more than this." We had a perfect wedding planned, twice. Scores of people gathered in celebration, more gifts than could be counted, a magnificent venue draped in silks and adorned with two florists' worth of bouquets. That is what Valentina deserves— everything. Not a boring legal procedure. Not a white T-shirt and silk shorts. No jewels, roses, or pretty things in sight.

Just a beach house, and her three sex-crazed men.

Valentina meets my eyes. "This is perfect, Andrei. I don't need a spectacle. I only need you." She steps into my arms and presses a gentle kiss to my jaw. "I'm happy to do it this way, without all the fuss."

I brush my fingertips across the expanse of her neck, imagining Liam's drug-laced needle. The way he must have dragged her from the chapel. Ripped off her veil. Terrified her.

It's no wonder she doesn't want a large ceremony. She may never want to attend a wedding again. I can't say that I blame her. Some might call two botched weddings a bad omen, and a third attempt would be an affront to the gods. I don't care about the gods or their designs. I care about my wife and her well-being.

If she doesn't want a wedding, so be it.

I press a kiss to her forehead. "How are you feeling?" We haven't discussed Liam's death, or Katya's, for that matter. It feels like we've barely had room to breathe, and in that space, all we've done is fuck.

Not that I regret the sex. But it's easy to mask trauma beneath layers of desire.

She hesitates before answering. "I'm glad to be married, but I can't say that I know what comes next." We've spent the past two days recovering and ignoring the outside world. When Valentina sleeps, or showers, or gets pounded by my brothers, sometimes I slip away to check the state of things.

Sadly, it's not as stable as it should be. After Liam's death, as predicted, another usurper emerged from the chaos. Thankfully, this one has no backing. But it's another life to take, and although I have no qualms about snuffing out weakness, Valentina deserves to be in the know for these decisions from now on.

I've been waiting for the right moment to tell her. Our little escape doesn't exactly scream honeymoon, but I hate to ruin the peace after a week of pure shit. We deserve an entire month of drowning in each other.

I'll make sure we get it.

"We've been resting and fucking, as planned." I wrap my arms around Valentina's waist, laying my hands on her ass. I don't like seeing her in Mikhail's clothes, so she needs to be naked. Immediately.

I continue speaking as I pull down her shorts. "But we need to get back. There's unfinished business with the Russian transfers, and we need to decide what to do with Francesca and the orphanage. Then there's Anton Dolohov, who survived the ambush at the mayor's mansion."

She pulls off her shirt and steps out of her bottoms for me. "Is this really what you want to be talking about right now?" She grabs her tits and pushes them together, raising an eyebrow at me. "Or do you want to fuck your wife?"

My cock pulses. I love when she's bold. "You want me to fuck you, zhena ? Have you been neglected for too long?"

She nods, hunger flashing in her eyes. "I want my husband to fuck me, yes."

As I pull off my shirt, Mikhail slips between us and drops to his knees, already lifting Valentina's knee to prop it over his shoulder. "Which one?" He kisses her inner thighs, inching his way higher with each press of his lips. "You have three now."

Ezra moves behind Valentina and pulls her against his chest, holding her steady while Mikhail works his tongue against her. Her breath catches. "A-all of them," she sighs, leaning into Ezra's embrace. He sucks on her neck, and her eyes flutter closed. "I want all of you inside me."

I chuckle. "I doubt all three of us can fit at the same time, darling."

"We can try."

I freeze, my hand hovering on my waistband. She can't mean that. Can she? I lock eyes with Ezra. He's just as intrigued as I am. Mikhail doubles his efforts, spreading Valentina's lips to suck on her clit and slip two fingers inside her heat. He groans against her pussy, liking the idea, too.

"What better way to christen marriage," Ezra rumbles, his dark eyes pitching to black, "than taking wife together."

Valentina's legs start to tremble, her breaths puffing in short, little pants. "P-please. I want it. Please fill me with your cocks. All of them." Her body seizes as she comes from either the idea or Mikhail's skilled work. Ezra claims her mouth greedily, sucking her bottom lip between his.

I've always been a jealous, possessive man, but seeing Valentina ravaged by my best men is another kind of high. My cock aches to be inside her. I quickly undress and scoop Valentina into my arms. We make it to the master suite in record time. Gently setting her down on the bed, I climb on top of her, kissing her with all of my strength. She holds onto my shoulders as I drag her higher up onto the mattress. "If this is going to work, you'll need to be on top."

Ezra, Mikhail, and I have already discussed logistics. There are a few different poses we'd like to try, but for our first time, we want Valentina on full display. She can control the pace at first if she wants, until she adjusts. But once we're all inside of her, I don't know that we'll be able to hold back.

She'll have to take it from all three of us, all at once.

I kiss Valentina one last time before letting Ezra take over. He slides onto the mattress and flips Valentina with one arm, still way too damned strong despite his injuries. But fuck, I love seeing Valentina overpowered. Her hair flares out around her face as she settles over Ezra's hips. She bites her lip and brushes her curls over one shoulder. "How are we going to do this?"

Ezra runs his palms up and down her thighs. "Do not think. Feel."

While Valentina rubs her slick heat over Ezra's cock, Mikhail lubes up his fingers, then kneels behind her. He kisses her shoulders, then rasps in her ear. "I'm gonna to take you from behind, baby. Right here."

Valentina's eyes flutter closed. "O- oh . Will it fit?"

He hums an mhm as he sucks a bruise on the side of her neck. "I promise, it'll fucking fit. You're gonna be so stuffed full of cock; it's gonna be so fucking hot. Now, sit on Ezra's dick, love, that's it. That's it. "

Valentina slowly slides on top of Ezra, one agonizing inch at a time. His entire body freezes to give her time to adjust, but Mikhail isn't as patient. He slips a finger into her ass and plays with her back entrance, keeping a hand on her hip to ensure she keeps rocking back and forth on Ezra's cock and his finger.

I should demand him to take it slow, but one look at Valentina's face screams no fucking way. Her face flushes crimson, her lips parted just enough , and she's looking directly at me.

"You're beautiful, zhena , so fucking beautiful riding Ezra's cock. Do you know how gorgeous you are?"

She shakes her head.

My mouth waters as her tits bounce. But beyond her body is the woman who accepts all three of us, who loves all three of us, and invites us into her bed and her heart, all at once.

A woman who can love three wicked hearts like ours is a fucking angel.

"You capture my heart and soul with a single glance, zhena . Men would go to war for a glimpse of your beauty, baby." My eyes wander her body, taking in her thick thighs, her round belly, her voluptuous tits, her deep emerald eyes, the freckles painting her skin. She is perfect . A fucking goddess. "But I'll kill any man who so much as stares, Valentina. Who dares imagine what's mine. Your body is mine. Your heart is mine . Your life is fucking mine . "

" Ours ," Mikhail corrects, grumbling the word against her skin.

God , my cock fucking hurts. It throbs painfully, larger than usual, and I need to be inside my wife right fucking now. I grab the bottle of lube and apply a generous amount to my swollen member.

I'm gonna fuck my wife, no matter what. I can't wait any longer.

I kneel over Ezra's chest and lean Valentina back to make room for me. I grip my cock hard and smack it against her clit. She bucks, gasping. "W-what are you doing?"

Ezra grunts beneath us, probably disliking my change of plans, but too fucking bad.

I need her.

"Hover over the tip, zhena , good. Hold it, just like that." It's going to be a tight fit, but it will work. I know it will. I press my cock against Ezra's and notch myself at the front of Valentina's pussy. Mikhail pushes down on Valentina's shoulders as the three of us work together to impale Valentina on two cocks.

Ezra grits his teeth. " Mikhail. Remove fingers."

Mikhail laughs. "Fuck no. She's clenched so fucking tight. You like my fingers in your ass, don't you, malyshka ?" He nibbles on her earlobe, groaning when she finally nods. "See? She can take it."

A vein in her neck pulses.

I wrap my palm around her throat. She's not breathing. "Breathe, love. That's an order."

Once she fills her lungs, I squeeze just enough to cut off some of her circulation. Her eyes bulge, but when I thrust another inch inside her pussy, she moans loud. All four of us shudder as she slips down another inch.

Fuck me. It's tight. I can feel Ezra's heartbeat in his cock. Or is that mine? Valentina's desire drips down our lengths, but the lube definitely helps. "You will breathe every time we pull back, understand?"

She nods, and I tighten my grip as I plunge deeper.

Holy fucking shit.

Not only is she gripping me like a vice, but Ezra's dick rubs against mine, an extra layer of heat and friction as we both struggle to fuck Valentina harder. Eventually, we find a rhythm, the two of us grunting and groaning every time Valentina twitches. She does as she's told and breathes every time we pull out, and her obedience is enough to bring me to the edge.

I smash our lips together with a growl, pumping my hips harder, hearing her squeal but not caring, too far gone to stop.

I come first, as deep as possible with Ezra in the fucking way, and then Ezra groans and follows immediately. Our cum drips onto the sheets, but I'm not ready to pull out completely.

Mikhail thrusts hard from behind Valentina, and she gasps in a breath. I release her throat, but she latches onto my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin as she holds onto me for dear life. " Ohhhh. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck."

Reaching between us, I rub my cum over her clit in tight circles, enjoying the way her body twitches. "Is Mikhail inside you, baby?" The wet smack of his hips against her ass is proof enough, but I want to hear her say it. "Is he fucking you in the ass?"

"Yes," she cries, burying her face in my neck.

Ezra thrusts his hips up, grunting as he fills her pussy again.

Fuck , can we go another round?

I replace my fingers with my cock and rub against Valentina's clit, my eyes rolling back at how fucking wet it is down there. She convulses in my arms, and I lock my arms around her ribs to keep her in place. "Does he feel good?" I groan in her ear. "He's going to come in your ass, Valentina. You're such a dirty wife, taking three cocks and multiple loads. I bet you want more cum, don't you?" I can't tell if she's listening; her eyes are screwed shut and she's forgetting to breathe again.

Mikhail bites her shoulder and growls. "Fucking come, Valentina! Come on my cock buried in your tight little ass!" He slams hard, and she screams as she comes. Ezra and Mikhail freeze as she tightens around them, but I'm free to continue stroking her clit. I work her through her orgasm, grunting in her ear as my own pleasure builds.

I'm going to come again. Fuck , I'm going to come again. Fuckfuckfuck ? —

My balls tighten, and I come just as hard as the first time. My dick pulses as I paint her clit white. Ezra curses in Russian and groans, likely filling her up deeper this time.

Mikhail fucking roars.

We all pull out and collapse in a heap of limbs, making sure Valentina is wedged in the middle with her head on the pillow. I'm not sure whose arm is over mine or whose dick is on my thigh, but I don't fucking care.

I'd give my life for these men. If they work just as hard at pleasuring and protecting Valentina as I do, I have no complaints.

Even with two extra limp dicks in the bed.

None of us want to move, but it's Valentina's mumbled water that gets me out of bed. I chug one glass of water and bring three more back to the bedroom, but by the time I've returned, Ezra is passed out and Valentina is mumbling something into Mikhail's chest. He sweeps his hand across her back, whispering something back to her that I can't hear.

I should be jealous of their intimacy, but I feel lighter than I have in years.

Valentina is still smiling.

That makes everything worth it.