Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(72)

Without a word, they both begin to stroke their enormous cocks against my open thighs. In unison they glide back and forth, rocking me like ocean waves. With every pass they press closer to my openings, simultaneously pausing, pressing there. I give myself over completely, relaxing my hips and readying myself for the inevitable intrusion.

Alek covers my mouth with his lips just as Roman plucks my nipples and bites hard against my neck. I feel them both and I begin to burn. I stretch, clenching and then loosening automatically, opening myself further. The pressure releases slightly and then begins again as they are rocking, pulsing, pushing slightly deeper every time.

When Alek drops a hand to my hips and begins to stroke my lube-slickened clit, batting it gently back and forth, I open even further. I grind my hips against the sensation, as they both plunge slowly to the middle of me. Finally, I'm filled.

The three of us rock together in a slow, sensuous undulation with the brothers separated by only a thin membrane. They dive into me up to the hilt, our limbs tangled together, our bodies fused like one organism.

As Alek drums quickly against my clit, I feel an explosion beginning at the center of me. It's white, hot, and expands like a supernova, blotting out everything. A scream tears from my throat as the explosion blows everything else away, leaving us all together, just ashes. The only things that remain in the universe, just us.

Roman and Alek both come together, arching their backs simultaneously, plunging into me in one final, majestic thrust. They each roar in my ears, adding their sounds to the explosion in my mind.

It takes a long time for us to separate. We lay panting and covered in sweat for what seems like half an hour before anyone wants to disengage. And when Roman finally pulls out of me, I feel so absurdly empty that I almost want to cry.

“Ah, Princess,” Alek murmurs, covering my face in tiny kisses. “That was beautiful. It was perfect.”

I nod. What else can I say? It was absolutely perfect.





CHAPTER 21 - EPILOGUE


ROMAN

This was all Marie's idea, but I'm starting to like it. I cross my arms and just lean against the doorway, watching. He is smiling at himself in the mirror like some kind of supermodel. That guy. I think he got his eyebrows done special for today.

“Are you ready yet?”

He unties the bowtie completely and then starts over. For fuck sake, I think it was perfect the first time.

“Jesus, Alek. Would you get a move on already?”

Finally he sighs, nodding to himself in the mirror. I just shake my head and roll my eyes. I understand it's his big day and everything, but he really knows how to make a dramatic production out of everything.

“You had yours, Roman. Just let me enjoy mine,” he mumbles. But finally he turns around and holds his hands out. “How do I look?”

“Like the cover of a fucking romance novel. Can we get out there now?”

“That’s exactly the look I was going for, thank you,” he scoffs. Then he walks to the doorway with his hand out like I'm the one holding up the show or something.

I don't know why my heart is pounding. Alek takes his place and I stand right behind him, folding my hands in front of me and rocking back and forth just a little bit. My eyes find the door and when it opens, my heart almost falls out of my chest.

It's just like the first time that I saw her walking down the aisle with her father. It takes my breath away all over again, even though she is already mine. Ours. She is still wearing white, too, though that belly is anything but virginal. Alek’s baby? My baby? It’s all the same. She's the most beautiful wife in the world, standing there smiling at us like an angel.

There are no guests in the chairs; it's just us on this hillside, in this tiny chapel in Lake Tahoe. Through the windows I can see the mountains and snow, and the faint glitter of the lake below us. It’s beautiful here. Serene.

Even though we’re alone, Marie walks up slowly anyway, taking that step, together, step thing very seriously. Waiting for her is like torture and I can tell Alek feels it too. The preacher clears his throat, nodding and grinning. Everybody loves weddings, right?

Finally she takes her place next to Alek, handing off her bouquet to the old lady organ player. Alek holds out his hands for hers and then folds his thumbs over the backs, gently caressing her tiny doll hands in his.

It is just like the first time, but it's his time.

“Dearly beloved,” the preacher begins, and I just want to laugh. He doesn't know because we didn’t tell him, but he's joining us in the final piece of our puzzle. Dearly beloved seems like a completely appropriate thing to say.

As he goes through the usual speech, every word drops into my heart like pennies into a well. It's strange to say, but I can feel it happening. All three of us, together, joined forever. And now with a new life on the way, it's more than any man could ever ask for.