“Where else did he put it, hmm? Here, maybe?” He touched her with more snow at her pussy, a little mound of it held there with his fingers. His eyes were on her, amused, as he deposited the bit of snow there and then tamped it in, deep inside her—with his cock.
“Wow,” he said, filling her now, connecting them with his cock. With the way Vashi had left her positioned, Lev was fully penetrating her, staking her like his claim, and yet hardly touching her otherwise. He had his hands on the bar, at either side of her hips. “That feels good, baby. The snow so cold and your cunt so hot.”
He thrust in and out of her a couple times. “God, yes, that’s good.” Turning his head once, he spoke to Vashi. “I like the vibrator in her ass, too. Good idea.”
She didn’t see it, but she imagined Vashi nodding, accepting due praise for his wicked cleverness.
“This is the best, though.” Lev pulled out and took another handful of snow. He passed it along her clit this time before he pressed it at her opening and fucked it into her with his cock. He got a little wild with it, adding another mound of snow and then another. He groaned and fucked her hard, his hands gripping her ass, working the vibrator into her, and then covering her breasts. By the time he took her nipples, she was ready for it. The raw, oversensitized feeling of them wasn’t painful now but stirringly, wickedly erotic. He strummed them, and fucked her, and drove her wild.
In the end, he had his hands back on the bar, leaning back, arching up into her with each pounding thrust, lifting her against her bindings. She was splayed out, suspended on him, helpless against his ravagement.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as he drove into her, sending her splintering, flying. “Oh, God. Lev.”
“Not yet, baby,” he murmured, swearing. “I want you higher.”
Like that could happen. But it did. He fucked her harder, grinding into her as he cursed, as he praised her, telling how hot her cunt was, how good it felt to fuck her.
Then he groaned and arched further back, growling and flexing.
They came together, Haidee wracking, ruined, spasming around him. Lev howling, thrusting maniacally, spurting explosively. They shuddered together for long moments until they collapsed, Haidee still strung up by her wrists, Lev falling over her. They panted, all but unconscious.
Haidee thought it was Vashi who loosened the bindings, who carried her away. But as her head lolled against a bare, muscled shoulder, she caught the scent and realized it was Danya who had her, who carried her to his room.
* * * *
Danya held her gently in his arms, her ravaged woman’s body beautiful and glorious. The small mound of her pregnancy was just visible, a source of bone-deep satisfaction and pride for him.
Haidee was an incredible woman. He laid her gently on his bed, remembering back to that first night he’d met her, that first moment she’d captured his interest.
He’d liked her immediately and wanted her just that fast, too. It was as though he’d recognized her in that first moment as his woman.
Four years with her had proven him exactly right but also had deepened his attachment to her—endlessly, apparently. Each day with her, each month, each year, had brought her more deeply into his heart.
He loved her bright, cheerful competence—as a nurse and then a pilot, as a mother to their children, as a lover to him and his brothers. The fact that she loved all three of them equally and also endlessly was a constant surprise and pleasure. They’d made a family of it—not just the four of them with the kids, but with the extended family, too. She’d formed the connection with the Vanchenko sisters first—buddying up with Kristin as they’d worked on Haidee’s flying lessons, then nudging Lev into hiring Hannah.
She’d made friends with Maggie from the first, forging a female bond that had initially made the three brothers a bit nervous. But Maggie clearly loved Haidee, and the feeling was clearly mutual, and somehow, their mother seemed to understand and accept their little ménage.
It was also Haidee who’d pulled Amanda into the family circle. There’d been a day when Natalya and Vivienne had needed minding, and Haidee had solved the problem with a single phone call. Without ever speaking of it, Danya trusted that Haidee had already cleared the idea with Maggie. And though he wouldn’t say it out loud, Danya took a good bit of pleasure at watching his father squirm and avoid like the plague being in the vicinity when the two women were together.
Matsin had totally fallen under Haidee’s spell—and it was good to see the mighty taken down. He was putty in her hands, and that was even before she’d started supplying him with grandchildren. Matsin’s involvement with the two women in his life hadn’t always been entirely honest or fair, thus the substantial resentment the boys had felt toward him as they’d grown up. Danya felt it had reflected a basic lack of respect for women in Matsin, despite the mother who’d raised him.
But Haidee was on a par with the original Natalya Vanchenko—she’d have been a damn Nachthexe back in the day. She shoved her competence and brightness right up in Matsin’s face, in her totally sweet Haidee way. He was half in love with her, though he probably didn’t even know it. That was how good Haidee was.
And then there was the gift of her body. She carried her babies and gave birth to them like a warrior. By the time Nattie was born, Haidee had talked her buddy, Michele, into moving up from Flag. Michele was working with a midwifery group at the medical center now, but she’d come to the house to deliver the Vanchenko babies. The two women had gone about Haidee’s labors like it was just a day in the life. Maddie had been there, too, helping out. And though Danya knew it wasn’t true, it felt like, each time, it was only the men who suffered. There’d been moments at Nattie’s birth when Haidee had given a little moan, and they’d practically had to restrain Vashi. Like there was anything he could do about it anyway.
And this, Danya thought, as he lay next to her and soothed his palm along her loveliness. Her remarkable sexuality, her ability to be warm, and loving and wildly carnal all at once. The power of it allowed her to please—endlessly, achingly—three extremely sexual men. To be fucked wild and then open her arms to the next man who wanted her, or to all of them at once. Like she had a bottomless well of desire for her men.
Even when she thought she’d reached her limit—like now.
His strokes had become a little more intent, and she noticed. She lifted a hand as though to touch him back, or maybe to secure his hand, but it fell back to the bed, lifeless.
Yeah, she thought she was done. There was absolutely no doubt she could feel his boner along her thigh. He’d made sure of it.
He kissed the corner of her mouth as it lifted in a little smile.
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi, Danny,” she said. Playing possum, she kept her eyes closed.
He prodded her again. “I need you, baby.”
She waved that hand again, or at least, lifted it a bit and let it flop back. “Do what you want. I’m done.”
That made him grin. Her body was well-used, no doubt. Her nipples were still red, and so were her thighs up near that lovely pussy. Lev and Vashi had been doing something wicked to her with snow. No doubt, that had been a bit of payback for the hilarious way she’d blasted Vash with the white stuff earlier. Still, she was never really able to resist a determined Vanchenko.
“You’re only mostly done.” He kissed her again. “You’re not all done. You never are.”
She smiled a bit more, but she kept her eyes closed.
Obviously, she needed a little gentle enticement tonight, a little sweet lovin’.
Oh, she could always be convinced. He scooted down the bed and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He kept her closed and did nothing more than nuzzle at her clit. He kissed her then tongued her.
He kept it gentle because, well, he knew how to entice his woman. He acted like it was innocent, almost accidental that his tongue just happened to find itself right there. He did nothing that would antagonize those inflamed little sweet
spots his brothers had abused.
Like he knew would happen, she quickened. She tried to hide it, the little witch, but he knew her too well. He could smell the scent of her arousal, feel the tension in her sleek muscles. And, with a little delving, taste it on his tongue. Triumphant, he waited, still stroking her, until she flexed under him with a little moan.
“Good, baby,” he said. Still gentle, he came over her, opening her legs just enough to press into her. He let his chest lightly cover her breasts and twined his fingers with hers, bending her arms up so their hands were aside her head.
“I love you, Haidee.”
She all but rolled her eyes. “That’s sweet. Now, do what you want and let me sleep.”
He held himself inside her, rocking just enough that she’d feel pressure against her clit. “When have I ever loved you and left you unsatisfied? It’s never happened, and you know it.”
“I’ve already been satisfied. Just get on with it.”
Now, a man could almost take offense at that. Almost. Instead, he kissed her—a lot. He murmured to her as he did. “This feels so good. I think I’ll just stay”—he smiled evilly as he felt another little quiver from her—“like this for a while.”
He held in her, his cock hard and happy, tucked right into her like it was home. And his hot little sweetheart couldn’t resist. She was the one who made it happen. While he waited patiently, she started rocking underneath him, writhing under his weight, and finally, huffing out in frustration. “Move,” she instructed bluntly.
He almost lifted off her and asked if that was what she wanted, but he wasn’t a man to cut off his own nose. So he ran his mouth to her ear, nibbled and kissed, and then asked, as he started gently thrusting into her, “Is this what you want, baby? Is this what you need?”
He’d meant it to be playful, but he lifted up enough to look at her and fell again, just as he always did, into love with her. She saw it, too.
“Yes,” she said, serious now as he was. “I always need you, Danya.”
He loved her with his body, their gazes locked. “Because you love me.”
“I do.”
“I’m your man.”
“You are.”
“And you’re mine. My woman.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Always.”
But she closed her eyes then, falling into ecstasy, shivering as she started to come. It didn’t really matter that she didn’t answer, because Danya knew the truth of it. She was his. His and his brothers’. Always.
He thrust once more, finishing her orgasm with his, filling her, binding them. Forever.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel Billings takes her pen name from her hometown. She lives in Western New York now, where she works, writes, and gardens. But she still misses the Big Sky.
She comes from farmers and likes to dig in the dirt, then sit back and watch things grow. She took a similar approach to the raising of her three children. Her husband, being a scientist, took a more methodical approach.
Rachel started writing stories in her head when she was five. They featured spunky girls who performed heroic acts while looking great and earning the admiration of attractive males. She knows to stick with a good idea when she has one.
In her day job (which happens to be a night job, too), she works to help women have stronger, healthier, happier lives. In her writing, she hopes to entertain and maybe even enrich women’s lives through romantic and erotic fiction. She does consider her work to be fantasy and realizes that some events described may not be physically possible. Do not try everything at home.
She believes that love has power. It’s probably all that does.
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