Alexsi was pretty quiet through the whole thing. As soon as he realized his minister father had set this up, that she was from the tribe his battalion had been keeping at bay on the boarder. And that the ministry and capital were serious. He did the math. She would surely be married to one of the other commanders if he refused. He made eye contact with his best friend and fellow commander Andrey. He’d been a government steroid experiment and was huge. They’d been in military training together. Short of choosing him - almost all the rest would hurt her badly. So he kept his Slavic Soviet stoic face and demeanour as always. Counting down to when he could get her somewhere calmer and safer. The vulture surrounding them made him ill. The way people were talking like she was a thing. At least he had resources and pretty comfortable fancy housing back at his battalion. And his men loved and respected him. He just needed to get them out of this god awful place. He realized pretty quickly too that she was drugged. And the closer he got the more bruising under makeup became clear. This was not her choice. He knew he and Andrey were big. And she seemed really scared. But brave. He would do what he could for her. At the least it looked like she needed medical help. At the least it looked like she needed medical help. He didn’t want to return her to the same uncle and family that had essentially sold her off like this. She saw it as trafficking herself. There is no sex. He’s only kind to her.

Chapter 38: The Claiming and the Afterglow

The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken things. Andrey's hand had stilled in her hair, and she could feel the tension in his massive frame, the careful restraint of a man who knew his own strength too well. Alexsi's breath was warm against her neck, but his body had gone still, waiting.

"Look at me," Andrey said softly.

She turned, shifting in the cocoon of their bodies until she faced him. In the dim glow of the stove, his face was all sharp shadows and soft concern. His eyes, usually so warm, were serious now, searching her face with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"I need to hear you say it," he murmured. "I need to know this is what you want. Not because you're scared. Not because you think it's what we expect. But because you want it. Because you want us."

The words settled something in her chest, a knot she hadn't realized was there beginning to loosen. These men—these huge, dangerous, battle-hardened men—were asking for her consent. Not taking. Not demanding. Asking.

"I want it," she said, and her voice was steadier than she felt. "I want you. Both of you. I need to feel something good in my body. Something that's mine. Something I chose."

Alexsi's arm tightened around her waist, and she felt his mouth press against her shoulder, a soft, reverent kiss. "You've got us, Mila. Every part of us. Whatever you need, whenever you need it."

Andrey's hand came up to cup her face, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone, so gentle for a hand that could crush stone. "If anything feels wrong, if you get scared, if you need to stop—you tell us. No questions, no hesitation. You understand?"

"I understand."

"Good girl," he breathed, and the words sent a shiver through her.

They moved slowly, deliberately. Andrey shifted back, giving her room, and Alexsi sat up beside her, his hands finding hers. In the firelight, she could see the hunger in their eyes, barely leashed, but held back by the same iron discipline that made them commanders on the battlefield.

"Can I undress you?" Alexsi asked, his voice rough. "I want to see you, Mila. All of you."

She nodded, and his hands moved to the hem of the oversized shirt she'd been wearing—one of his, she realized, the fabric soft and worn from years of wear. He lifted it slowly, reverently, as if unwrapping something precious. The cool air hit her skin, raising goosebumps, but his hands were warm, tracing along her ribs as he revealed her inch by inch.

"Beautiful," Andrey murmured from behind her. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't look away. She was tired of hiding, tired of cowering. For once, she wanted to be seen. Wanted to be wanted.

Alexsi pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, and then his hands were on her breasts, cupping them with a gentleness that made her heart ache. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she gasped, her back arching into his touch.

"So responsive," he murmured, ducking his head to take one nipple in his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against her sensitive skin made her moan, her fingers threading through his hair to hold him there.

Behind her, Andrey's hands settled on her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on the sensitive skin just above her hipbones. He leaned in, pressing his mouth to the junction of her neck and shoulder, biting down just hard enough to make her gasp.

"You're so fucking soft," he breathed against her skin. "I want to taste every inch of you."

Alexsi pulled back, his eyes dark with want. "Lie down."

She sank back onto the furs, the warmth of the bed enveloping her as both men moved around her, positioning themselves on either side. Andrey's hands were on her thighs, spreading them slowly, with a reverence that made her feel like something sacred.

"Look at you," he said, his voice thick with wonder. "Spread open for us like a gift."

"May I?" Alexsi asked, his fingers hovering at the junction of her thighs. "I want to taste you. I want to know how you feel on my tongue."

She nodded, unable to form words, and he lowered his head between her legs. His first lick was slow, exploratory, tracing along her slit from bottom to top. She shuddered, her hands fisting in the furs as he did it again, and again, each pass coating her in warmth and wetness.

"You taste like honey," he rumbled against her. "I could drown in you."

Andrey leaned in from the side, taking her nipple in his mouth as Alexsi continued his worship. The twin sensations were overwhelming, pleasure building in waves that crashed over her again and again. She moaned, her hips lifting, pressing herself harder against Alexsi's mouth.

"There you go," he murmured against her flesh. "Ride my face. Take what you need."

She was close already, the tension coiling in her belly, when Andrey's hand found hers, intertwining their fingers. The simple gesture of connection, of togetherness through her haze of pleasure, was enough to tip her over the edge. She came with a cry, her body arching, her cunt clenching around nothing as Alexsi lapped at her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

When she finally collapsed, trembling and breathless, Alexsi crawled up her body, his mouth slick with her wetness. He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips, a shock of intimacy that made her moan.

"I need to be inside you," he said against her mouth, his voice strained with want. "Fuck, Mila, I need to feel you clenching around me."

"Yes," she breathed. "Please."

Andrey shifted behind her, propping her up on his massive chest, his cock pressing against her lower back, thick and heavy even through his trousers. "Let me take care of you," he murmured, his hands sliding under her thighs to spread her open. "We've got you."

Alexsi positioned himself at her entrance, his cock thick and hot against her slick flesh. "Ready?" he asked, but he was already moving, pushing inside her with a slow, deliberate pressure that made them both groan.

"Fuck," she breathed, her head falling back against Andrey's chest. "So full."

"You feel so fucking good," Alexsi gritted out, his fingers digging into her hips. "So tight. So perfect."

He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that had her seeing stars. Andrey's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples, trailing down her stomach to where Alexsi's cock disappeared inside her.

"Look at that," Andrey murmured, his voice full of dark wonder. "Look how well you take him. How perfectly you're made for us."

But there was something in the way Alexsi's jaw was clenched, the strain in his neck, that told her he was holding back. She reached down, her fingers brushing against where their bodies joined, and he gasped.

"Don't hold back," she whispered. "I want to feel you. All of you."

"Fuck, Mila." His composure cracked, and he drove into her harder, faster, the rhythm becoming desperate, hungry. But even in his urgency, his eyes kept finding hers, checking in, making sure she was still with him.

"More," she whimpered, and she felt Andrey shift behind her, his hands coming to her hips to hold her steady as Alexsi pounded into her.

"You want more?" Andrey growled, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Fuck, we'll give you more. Anything you need. You're ours now, do you understand? Ours to cherish. Ours to fill."

But Alexsi pressed a hand to his chest, slowing the frantic rhythm. "Easy," he breathed, though his whole body was trembling from the effort of restraint. "She's the one in control here. Say the word, darling, and I'll stop. But if you want this—" He drove deeper, a long, grinding thrust. "—you take it. You take every fucking inch."

"I'll take it," she gasped. "I'll take all of it. Please."

He leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans as his hips found a rhythm that was brutal and sweet all at once. Andrey's hands slid around her from behind, spreading her open, and she felt the press of his fingers against where she and Alexsi were joined, circling, playing, finding the bundle of nerves at the top of her cunt.

"Oh, fuck," she cried, her body shuddering. "Oh God, I'm going to come again."

"Let go," Alexsi growled. "Come for us, Mila. Come all over my cock."

Andrey's thick fingers pressed against her clit, circling hard as Alexsi slammed into her, and she shattered. Her whole body convulsed, her cunt contracting around Alexsi's shaft, and she heard him groan, felt him shudder, felt the hot flood of him filling her.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, all three of them shaking, slick with sweat, breathing hard. For a moment, no one spoke. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the crackle of the fire.

Then Andrey laughed, a low, warm sound that vibrated against her back. "Well, that's one way to wake up."

Mila laughed too, a breathless, surprised sound, and it felt like something loosening in her chest. She lay between them, pressed tight against both, their come dripping from her body, and she felt... safe. Wanted. Claimed, in the best way.

"We should clean up," Alexsi murmured, but he didn't move, his arm draped over her waist content.

"Not yet," she said, burrowing deeper into the warmth. "Just... not yet."

The puppies whimpered in their basket, and somewhere in the compound a wolf howled. But Mila closed her eyes, surrounded by them, and let the quiet settle over her.

For the first time in months, she slept without dreaming.