Three Men and a Woman: Haidee (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rachel Billings

  But Danya interrupted. “My turn,” he said, turning her face to his cock. “Here, baby. Here’s a good mouthful for you.”

  She did the same for Danny, grazing his cock with tiny bits of caramel, then for Lev. They all liked it, playing dangerously at the edge of pain-pleasure. She was surrounded by three men who loved her and wanted her, their hard cocks demonstrating just how much. She reveled in it, sucking at one of them and working the others with her hands, rotating until the only remaining crème was what Danny had deposited in her cunt.

  They hadn’t forgotten about it. Haidee could see when Vashi decided to turn his attention there. As though they were all three thinking with one mind, he pulled her to her feet. While he kissed her, Lev nuzzled her neck and removed her bra. From behind, Danny gripped her ass and slid her panties away. Vashi took her up in his arms then and carried her to the stairs. In another moment, he had her laid out on his bed, with all three brothers standing shoulder to shoulder at the foot, taking her in with their eyes.

  “Time for our dessert, right?” Danny asked.

  “I’m thinkin’” Lev answered.

  “Me, too,” Vashi said.

  With no signal that Haidee could see, three hands did a quick odds-or-evens, and Vashi, the winner, came down onto the bed between her legs. Lev and Danya came to her sides, right and left.

  She hadn’t held back, when Vashi had deposited her on the bed and the three of them had stood together, looking at her. She’d opened her legs to let them have the view she knew they wanted.

  But something different happened now with the two men on either side of her. Each took hold of a leg and opened her further…not just opened, but secured her. Spread her hard and wide and held her in a way that let her know she wouldn’t move again until they allowed it. Lev twined the fingers of his other hand with hers and lifted it up over her head. He waited while Danya brought her other hand up and gave it over to him.

  They all looked at her, letting the message sink in. She was theirs. She was at their mercy. What happened next would be determined by them. Her consent was assumed and no longer of significance.

  Danny started it. He took hold of her nipple and twisted it, lifting, so her whole breast rose, suspended by the torsion on her nipple. His hand moved, jiggling her breast, working her nipple.

  Lev came next. Both his hands were busy keeping her secure, so he used his mouth. He moved toward her breast, and Haidee assumed he’d take her nipple. Involuntarily, she even arched for it, her breast lifting in expectation.

  But that wasn’t his intent—at least, not his immediate intent. He leaned over her and put his lips on the inner, upper slope of her breast. He took hold and sucked—hard. Very deliberately, he put his mark on her. High enough on her breast that it would be visible in most of her shirts—and her scrubs. And low enough to signal to anyone who saw it that she’d been possessed.

  She moaned—at the little bite of pain, in part, and more, at the symbolism of it. He lifted to meet her gaze and waited.

  “Yes,” she finally said, huffing the word out, fighting shivers of arousal, knowing what he wanted.

  “Yes, what?” He was patient, like a coach with a novice.

  Somehow, with movements she couldn’t even detect, they spread her legs wider, held them tighter. She writhed, unbearably…needy. She panted the words out. “I’m yours.”

  “Yes,” he said. Then he did what she’d expected. He took her nipple with his mouth, drawing hard and deep, another edge of pain-pleasure.

  She moaned again, closing her eyes, but she was sure Vashi was waiting for her. And she was right. When she opened her eyes again, he was there, his gaze hot on hers, and nothing patient about it.

  He moved his hand but had her gaze locked with his, and so she had nothing to do but look back at him as he pressed his thumb into her ass. He went just to his first knuckle and then circled it, reaming her.

  “Oh,” she whimpered. She dropped her head back, defenseless, at his mercy.

  He leaned over her then, keeping his thumb moving, and took her clit with his mouth. Just like that, he sucked hard on her, stroking her with his tongue.

  “Oh, God.” It was almost a prayer. Almost, she begged for rescue.

  They were all in then. Lev and Danny worked her nipples, stroked her breasts, and murmured sweet encouragements. Danny kissed her, nipping at her neck, taking her mouth. Vashi sucked at her clit then thrust his tongue into her pussy, and she remembered the crème there. In moments, she was wild, flexing, offering herself up to him. She felt the scratch inside of the broken bits of caramel and wriggled as Vashi tortured her with them.

  They drove her hard to orgasm and held her there for a long time. Contained, restrained, she had nothing to do but take it as they lay into her. Moaning, groaning, she tossed her head. Her body quaked, rapid jolts that caused her to tug against the holds they had on her, adding to the acute arousal.

  She cried out, convulsing with the first peak. But that was only the beginning. They kept at it, fingers and tongues inside her, everywhere. Sharp pinches at her nipples and clit, rough, long strokes. They didn’t let her down, didn’t let her rest. Before it was over, before she’d started to whimper and crumple in abject exhaustion, they’d all been inside her with their tongues, tasting, savoring. They’d all sucked her clit, bringing another crest to her prolonged orgasm.

  Shuddering, the last reflexive tremors still coursing through her body, she collapsed onto the bed. Her men lay over her, all three of them draped along various parts of her body, soothing. Stroking. And moving, after a few restful minutes, slight stretches and nudges, to remind her three hard cocks still waited for her.

  No surprise, Vashi was the first to demand her attention. He’d ended back between her legs, his head nuzzled into her lower abdomen. He turned his head to kiss her skin then lifted up to look at her. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said. “We all are. Your cunt. Your ass. Your throat. You’re going to take all of us.”

  “Triple penetration,” Lev added, lifting his head from her breast and drawing her gaze to his face. “We’ll have you, every way a woman can be had. Every way a man can fuck a woman.”

  “When it’s over,” Danya finished for them. “You’ll know what it means to be a shared woman. To belong to the Vanchenko brothers. To be triple-fucked.”

  Apparently, she wasn’t as done in as she’d thought—and they weren’t done in at all. They all moved to their knees, surrounding her. They brought her up onto her knees, too, lifting her, their strength combined, with ridiculous ease. She faced Vashi, and he pulled her up, his thighs separating hers, until her pussy hovered over his cock. Slowly, the muscles of his arms and shoulders bulging without strain, he lowered her. Impaled her.

  They both breathed out a sigh of relief, of need both alleviated and stirred.

  Twice he fucked into her, bringing her further onto him, settling himself deeper. Then he looked at her, holding her with one hand at her back, covering one breast with the other hand, and kissed her.

  The kiss was binding, taking—sweet and possessive all at once. After a long moment, he lifted his face to watch her.

  Because she wasn’t done being filled yet. Vashi watched, holding her, stretching her open as Danya entered her from behind. He lubed her first, a rough invasion pressed right into her ass, a cold shock of infusion. Then he touched her, his fingers at her anal ring, his lips at her ear. “That was cold, wasn’t it, baby? I’ll make it hot for you.” His lips whispered over her shoulder as his fingers worked her.

  He thrust deeply in, causing her to moan. “I’ll make it burn.” He probed her, reaming. “You’re already stretched so tight. We’re going to have you so full you’ll scream. Two cocks, baby.”

  With just that warning, his fingers were gone and his cock was there, pressing in, stretching her impossibly.

  “Oh,” she panted. “Oh. Oh.” There was a moment of doubt as he pushed in, filling her with that second huge cock, when it all seemed too muc
h, entirely out of the question. Nearly panicked, she couldn’t catch her breath. She was reduced to screeching out little edgy moans. “Danya. Vashi.”

  It was a plea, and they answered it. Danny slid a finger around to her clit and gently circled there. Vashi’s hand moved on her breast, his thumb stroking over the nipple. And Lev was there, standing, at her side. He cupped his hand behind her neck and turned her face up to his. He chafed his palm over her other breast and leaned in to kiss her.

  “You have this, sweetheart. You’re gonna love it. You want it.”

  His words might not have been entirely convincing, but those knowing hands were. All of them, touching her, stimulating, arousing. She moaned in pleasure now, unbearably taken, exquisitely full—of them, of her men.

  “They’re going to double-fuck you, Haidee.” Lev went on. “They’re going to pound your cunt, your ass. You’ll scream.” He was upright now and had her face nuzzling into his cock. He was hard, erect, and pressing at her lips.

  “And when you scream, I’m going to be coming down your throat.”

  He held her more roughly now, steadying her as Vashi and Danya began fucking in and out of her. “Lick me,” he said. “Get me ready. That’s it, baby. Open up.”

  Lev used both hands on her head now, stabilizing her for his cock. Vash and Danny were working hard into her, groaning and cursing out their pleasure as they increased speed and strength. She gripped Vashi’s hair with one hand and had the other at Lev’s thigh, grasping for a handhold. Danya’s fingers were still at her clit, pressing against her every time one or the other of them fucked into her. Both her tits were stimulated now, someone’s fingers clasping at each nipple, rough tugs as she was rocked between those two strong, hard bodies.

  Lev thrust into her, filling her mouth, deep-throating her. Then out, to let her breathe as his brothers fucked her. He twisted one hand roughly into the hair at the base of her skull, securing her with. Then he alternated between stroking himself and going down her throat.

  “That’s good, baby. God, that’s good.”

  And it was. They were all there, surrounding her, penetrating, possessing her. They growled and swore with the pleasure of it, finding blatant, carnal satisfaction in using, sharing her body.

  It was the same for her. Triple-fucked. Loving them all. Pleasing them all and being pleased—exquisitely—by all of them. It was better by far than anything she’d ever experienced. Better than anything she’d ever imagined.

  Danny and Vashi thrust hard into her, rising up with her body caught between them, their fucking synchronized now and each as deeply inside her as was possible to go. Lev growled as he worked into her mouth and down her throat one last time before the climax that was barreling down on all of them let loose.

  He came out and she was there. All of them were. She screamed just as Lev had said she would, wildly thrashing, orgasming in unearthly splendor. Her three men were with her, Vashi and Danya roaring out their comes, fucking deep and holding, filling her with their hot, vast deposits of cum. Lev was there, too, groaning, splashing into her mouth, onto her face, as he emptied himself in hard, vocal spasms.

  After long curses and shudders, Lev collapsed onto his knees. Then, somehow, they were all laid out on the bed, Danya and Vashi still occupying her body, Lev cuddling her head.

  Hands grasped her everywhere, stroking, soothing, holding. She did the same, smoothing her hands over hard slabs of muscle, nuzzling into Lev’s chest.

  For long moments, there was no sound but the gradual calming of their breaths. Haidee whimpered a little as Danya exited her body, but he snuggled up behind her sweetly. Vashi stayed where he was.

  Finally, he was the one to speak. “That was good.”

  It was said so understatedly, so benignly, coming from him, that they all laughed.

  “Yes, it was,” Lev said. “Very good.”

  Danny’s hand squeezed her ass. “You’re spectacular, baby.”

  Haidee smiled, nearly asleep, and told them she loved them all.

  Vashi stirred inside her, reminding her there was really nothing benign about him. “That birth control thing you have?” he said.

  “IUD,” Danny supplied, sounding mostly asleep himself.

  “Whatever,” Vashi allowed. “It’s time for it to come out.”

  Right. That sounded more like the oldest Vanchenko brother.

  Epilogue

  Four years later

  “I’m telling you, Haidee, turn south now. That’s an order.”

  An early snowstorm had blown in from Canada, sudden and unpredicted. It was hunting season, and Van’s was busy. Matsin had been up near Glacier, and he was already grounded with white-out conditions in Kalispell. Danny and Lev had made it in by the skin of their teeth, bringing two groups in from Bozeman. But Billings was socked in now, and Haidee was still in the air. Vashi had told her to head to Cheyenne. If she’d just obey him for once, she’d be on the ground there before the storm reached that far south.

  “You can’t order me like that.”

  He leaned over the shoulder of Van’s new dispatcher—his half-sister, Hannah—and growled into the radio. “I’m your chief pilot, and I damn well can give you orders, Vanchenko.”

  Haidee had married Lev three years back, in a move that had made no sense to Vashi. He knew for a fact that Danya had asked her first. Hell, Vashi had asked her three times himself, twice before she married Lev and once after.

  Vashi had cursed when she’d come back from the courthouse, wearing Lev’s ring. But she’d stood up to him, like she had an unfortunate but admirable tendency to do. Lev needed it the most, she’d said. Danny knew he was loved. He could and would accept it without question. And Vashi was immovably confident of his ownership of her. He hardly needed reassurance about it, she claimed.

  It was Lev who liked order, she said, who valued an official stamp on things. The damned stubborn woman might be right, but that wasn’t to say he didn’t want his own ring on her finger. He’d heard the same mumblings from Danny. He figured they’d both make it happen somehow.

  Still, the woman had a powerful will, and she sometimes got an idea in her head and wouldn’t be moved. Like now, for example. As though she had more than the Vanchenko name, but Vanchenko blood.

  “Ask Kristin. She’ll tell you I can land this.”

  He didn’t have to ask her, because the whole damn family had gathered in the office, tuned into the drama, cued by Vashi’s brewing fury. Not to say, fear.

  Kristin was their other half-sister and now Van’s lead flight instructor.

  The business was bursting with family these days. Kristin had got a toe-hold in first when she came to teach Haidee to fly. Then Hannah had needed a job when her asshole husband had left her on her own with a toddler. That was about the same time Haidee had transitioned out of flight nursing into flying, and so she was at the office a lot along with little Natalya, the first mini Vanchenko she’d presented to the brothers.

  The place had become a damn nursery. Someone was always around to watch Nattie, so it was easy for Hannah’s little Vivienne to blend right in. And it was only a year and a half before Haidee also gave them a son, Fedir. Pretty soon the nursery needed to be seriously tended. So their mom Maggie started showing up. She’d been cutting down her nursing hours in any case, and she did love her grandbabies.

  Then, of all things, Matsin’s wife and Hannah’s and Kristin’s mother, Amanda, got in on the act. She was grandmother only to Vivvie, but she was Nana to every one of the kids. It turned out she knew something about running a business, too, and got busy taking some of the bookkeeping work off Lev’s shoulders.

  Odd as it was, Maggie and Amanda got along swell.

  It seemed to work out fine with everyone. Matsin noticeably made himself scarce when both women were around, but he was the new Jaja and every bit a sucker for the babies as the women were.

  They’d closed in one bay of their hangar, one right adjacent to the office, to make a play and
nap room. It might be an odd way to run a business and a family, but it worked for them.

  Nattie had gotten free, though, and was yanking on his jeans. She recognized her mother’s voice on the radio and didn’t like the fact that Vashi was raising his voice to her. Automatically, he hiked her up onto his hip.

  The girl was all his and had been from birth. It was on his shoulder she’d fallen asleep the best, and to him she’d given her first smile.

  Though the truth was, rather, he was hers. He took it for granted that the others grinned behind his back—there was no doubt Natalya had him wrapped around her chubby little finger. But he’d nearly taken a poke at Danny for it one day, and after that they’d all at least stopped laughing at him to his face.

  Nattie was a spitfire, and Vashi was a hundred percent certain he’d be standing on the tarmac on her sixteenth birthday, watching her solo.

  For some damn reason, Fedir had latched onto Danya. That kid was a little wild man and seemed to spend more time up on Danya’s shoulders than anywhere else. Of course, Vivvie also had a crush on Danya that was an out-and-out embarrassment. Vashi had tried to tell Hannah she ought to do something about it. He figured it would be a hard thing for the girl to live down, eventually, but Hannah just smiled and walked away.

  Haidee had another little boy growing in her now, and Vashi and Danny had every expectation that he’d come out in a business suit, all sedate and calm and attached to Lev.

  Not that any of the brothers claimed or even considered whether he was the bio dad of any of the kids. In the unspoken way they had, and that Haidee was now sometimes party to, they’d made sure that, when she conceived, the father could have been any one of them. From that first week she’d had her IUD taken out, when it came to her pussy, it was share and share alike until the deal was sealed. It had been true again when Fedir got made, and this one, too.

  All the brothers were happy that way, and so was Haidee.

  But they weren’t happy now, hovering quiet and concerned around the radio.