Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(65)

“Well can I... help him?”

My eyes find his. His dark charcoal gaze glitters subtly, though his face is a mask of what looks like pain. From the way that his arms are trembling, I can tell that he's holding himself back with an extreme effort.

And I don't know what to do. I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should do it. I don't know if I can. He is so enormous, it's like trying to take the thorn out of a wounded lion’s paw or something.

“Touch him,” comes Alek’s voice from behind me.

Before I know it, my hand is floating in the air. I want to touch him. I can't explain it, but the urge is overwhelming.

The white of the bandage is so stark and tight against the ornately tattooed skin. He looks clean, mended at least in that one spot. I think I did a good job. But still, he needs me. Some deep, wordless part of me wants to nurse him, to heal him.

“Not… Not here,” I say in a small voice that surprises me. Roman nods just a little bit as though he understands, and I'm glad that I don't have to explain it. I reach out for his hand. His fingers find mine and they’re so hot, so thick.

Glancing over my shoulder, I offer Alek my other hand and with a small smile that quickly turns into a big smile, he takes it.

And then I lead my two giants out of the bathroom, to my bed.

They glance at each other and then at me, and nobody wants to say anything right away. I’m not sure that I can say anything, but I guess I have to.

“Show me,” I say.

Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs, Roman slides them over his narrow, sculpted hips and lets them fall to the floor. Then he just stands there, wearing only the wound dressing that I gave him. I suck my lower lip between my teeth and bite, hard enough to hurt.

A network of tattoos covers his skin, illustrating him in macabre imagery and words I can’t read. As he breathes, the shapes undulate as though floating on ocean waves, brought to life from underneath. Trying to look at all of him at once is overwhelming. But I have to look… I have to see...

His cock... it’s huge. I didn't see it before in the hotel. I only felt it. But seeing it now, I can't imagine how I did that. It's thick, curving upward and ending in a wide, dusky head. His balls are like goose eggs, nestled underneath his member for safety.

“Touch him,” Alek says again softly.

Nodding, I come forward as Roman slides back on the bedspread. He leans against the headboard, glancing at his brother uncertainly.

My hand stalls in the air.

“Okay, you’re going to have to tell me what to do. I don't know what to do.”

There, I said it. I mean, I want to touch it. It's pretty, fascinating even. I want to touch all of him, both of them, but I'm a little bit scared. Is it just going to explode, just like that? I have no idea.

“Tsk tsk tsk, oh come on now,” Alek sighs, tugging me forward, “let’s just drop the innocent—”

I just stare at him. I don’t know what to say. His eyes narrow as we pass some kind of psychic understanding between us.

“Oh… really?” he says softly.

“I just… I mean, I told you that was a one time thing,” I explain quietly.

Suddenly Alek slides his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. His mouth covers mine completely, filling me with an explosion of taste. As his lips push mine apart, my breath is sucked from my lungs leaving me utterly dependant on him. His kiss gives me life.

When he finally breaks away I am confused and panting. He strokes the side of my face with his fingers, smiling gently at me, and I realize I’m suspended in the air with his one arm around my waist.

“I’ve been waiting for our kiss,” he whispers apologetically.

“So have I,” I admit, hearing the truth of those words as they tumble from my lips. Every day I have wondered when he would give me that kiss, the one that mirrors his brother’s on the altar. The one that seals everything. The one that confirms what they have been telling me all along: I belong to them now.

He dips his chin, his breath filling me with a musky, meaty scent that I can taste on my tongue. His eyes are curious and wanting.

“Are you ready?”

I nod quickly. “Yes… Yes, I think I am.”

Alek smiles at me and nods. “Don't worry, Princess. I'll tell you how to do everything. Now come here... touch him.”

His hand glides down the length of my arm, lifting my palm and drawing me closer to Roman. Roman’s brow is knitted hard together as he glares intensely at me, his chest heaving. I see his fingers digging into the mattress and he looks for all the world like he's trying to keep from hurling himself at me.

“He's not gonna bite you,” Alek says with a chuckle.