Chapter 331: 331. Vasiliy - I need you 4

Olena is the type of person who deserves to be worshiped, loved, and cherished, and what she’s asking for feels like the complete opposite of that.

Somehow, I can’t help fearing that last night’s trauma is making her think she wants this. That she’s trying to replace one bad memory with another before she’s even had time to process what happened to her.

But as I look into her eyes, it’s not fear or confusion that I see. Not even doubt.

It’s pure, raw need.

A need so intense that my entire body hums in response.

“Olena,” I grit out, trying to hold on to what little self-control I have left, because now all I can think about is her mouth on me—sucking me greedily, taking me balls-deep down her throat while Artemiy gives her exactly what she’s asking for.

The thought alone makes my cock twitch.

My demon snarls inside my head, not in approval of the way I’m thinking about Olena. But this is neither about him nor me. It’s about what she needs. So I shove him into a corner of my mind, not wanting to deal with him right now.

Artemiy pushes her bra down, releasing her gorgeous tits from their confines, and I rub a hand over my mouth as I watch him roll one of her nipples between his fingers, making her moan into his touch.

“Soon, we will take her to the Blood Lodge, and our piercings will adorn her body,” Artemiy says as he lowers his head and sucks on her neck, adding another hickey to the growing carpet of bruises covering her skin.

My jaw tightens as I realize that I want to do the same, needing to erase every trace that bastard left on her body. I want that when she looks in the mirror, she sees something other than what he did to her.

I want her to see us—Artemiy and me—and the way we love her. The way we make sure she remembers, every second of the day, that she is ours and that taking care of her is not a task, not an obligation, but a privilege.

“You can place your piercing on any part of her body you want,” Artemiy tells me, “but I want her tits for myself. Her body is a fucking work of art, but her tits are my downfall, and I want to do unholy things to them.”

I watch Olena for any sign that might make me think Artemiy is making her uncomfortable, but all I see is a woman who knows exactly what she wants—and she’s about to get it.

But before she wraps those pretty lips around my hard dick, I need to taste her.

I need to have my mouth between her legs, to fuck her with my tongue until she comes apart for me and her taste lingers on my tongue long after we’re done.

I lower myself to my knees, keeping my eyes on her face, but she isn’t looking at me as I unzip her skirt. Her eyes are closed, completely lost in the pleasure Artemiy is giving her.

My hands gently pull her skirt down, revealing her panties. My mouth waters as I inhale her scent deeply before pressing a kiss to her pussy through the lace fabric shielding it from my view.

Once I help her out of her skirt, I slide her panties down as well while Artemiy rolls her shirt down her shoulders. Her bra follows, leaving her completely naked between us.

She’s so damn beautiful, and she’s mine–my soulmate. What a lucky bastard I am to be loved by such an amazing woman.

She loves me. She loves me.

This is what true happiness feels like–to know that the woman that means everything to me feels the same I do for her.

Artemiy’s hands return to her tits, pinching and tugging at her nipples, while I focus all my attention on her pussy. My tongue pushes between her labia as I taste her, and her legs part wider, giving me better access. Her sweet taste invades my mouth, making me groan against her as I need to drink every drop of her arousal.

My demon comes close to the surface, wanting to taste her as well.

Soft moans escape her sweet lips, letting me know how much she enjoys the attention Artemiy and I are giving her.

Her head falls back against Artemiy’s shoulder while he tugs more roughly at her nipples, her fingers grabbing his forearm, nails sinking into his skin, as I suck her clit between my lips.

Her body jerks between us, and a broken moan spills from her lips.

“Is this what you need, beautiful? Or more?” Artemiy asks her.

“More,” she whimpers.

“Fuck,” Artemiy growls against her ear.

I push a finger deep inside her while my tongue laps at her clit, swallowing every drop of her arousal.

‘Of her essence,’ my demon corrects me.

And I don’t fight him on it because, somehow, it sounds right.

I curl my finger inside her, searching for that spot that always makes her fall apart and come hard for me.

Her breath catches.

There it is.

“Vasiliy,” she gasps as I push another finger inside her, curling both digits and pressing them against that sweet spot that makes her cry out in pleasure as she comes on my tongue.

Artemiy wraps his arms around her waist, holding her still as I drag out her orgasm, lapping at and sucking her clit while I fingerfuck her, her body wrecked by the intensity of her pleasure.

Only after I make her come a second time do I rise to my feet and press my lips to hers.

“You are absolutely breathtaking when you come,” I murmur. “I could spend hours on my knees, worshipping you, pulling one orgasm after another from you until you’re exhausted.”

“Hmm…” Artemiy hums. “I like the thought of that. How about we take her to my bedroom and continue there?” he suggests.

“Sounds good to me,” I agree as Olena gazes dreamily at me. “You can carry her while I bring some water,” I say, knowing she’ll be thirsty soon.

Artemiy picks up Olena in his arms and carries her out of the kitchen while I grab her clothes from the floor and neatly fold them before placing them on a chair. Then, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and place them on a tray along with the orange juice from the counter, three glasses, and some snacks and fruit in case we get hungry.

As I head toward Artemiy’s room, strange sounds come from the front window, but when I look, the only thing I see is the wind rustling the branches of the tree nearest the house.

As I climb the stairs, my thoughts drift to Anton.

He has the coat Olena wore last night. I took it to him the moment I woke up.

And soon, the man who hurt her will be in our hands.

At our mercy.

‘And there will be no mercy for him,’ my demon snarls.