Made Men 7: Love on the Brain (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “You’re all black and blue here. This is the pain you feel when moving around,” he said to her.

  Hadeon moved to the side to see.

  “Bastards,” Hadeon said and Paulo kissed her skin.

  “We should ice it,” Hadeon said.

  “No, the kisses help,” she said to them.

  “Oh, they do?” Paulo asked with a small bit of smirk.

  She nodded.

  Hadeon held her gaze with his hands on her hips. “Then we kiss you all over,” he said and Paulo undid the zipper to her dress and let the material fall to the floor. Hadeon’s eyes widened, then narrowed.

  “You’re perfection, Fina. A work of beauty.” He lowered to his knees placed a hand over her lower back and one over her belly and kissed her skin. She wore no bra, only thin, tiny thong panties and both men began to do as they said and kiss her everywhere.

  She closed her eyes and absorbed the feel of their hard, heavy hands against her skin, along with this warm lips and tongues kissing, licking, and moving to where she really wanted them. Paulo cupped one breast and licked the tip. Hadeon kissed along her mound to her pussy, licked and then slid her thigh up over his shoulder as Paulo held her tight so she wouldn’t fall backward as he suckled her breast. They were so much bigger than her, she was lost in their ministrations and everything about them turned her on.

  She moaned and held onto Hadeon’s shoulder, then undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled his mouth from her cunt.

  “We want you, baby.”

  She paused. Was she ready for this? “Andriy?” she whispered.

  “He will get here as soon as he can. You wanted slow. One by one, and that’s how it will be tonight.”

  She thought about where Andriy was and what he was doing. He was trying to find Misty and catch the men responsible for hurting Misty and her, and for taking women. She would make love to him when he returned. She wanted this. She wanted them and didn’t want to fight it any more.

  She cupped Hadeon’s cheek with one hand and cupped Paulo’s cheek with the other. Both men looked at her with such desire and need in their eyes, and dominance. She would be whatever they wanted her to be.

  “I want you to make love to me. I don’t want to fight it anymore, I just hope that Andriy won’t be upset.”

  “He will be thrilled to have you to himself when he gets here, and to know that you have accepted the three of us as your men,” Hadeon stated.

  “As my men?” she asked.

  “I can tell you right now, Fina, this is not going to be temporary,” Hadeon said and then kissed her on the mouth. Paulo stepped back and Hadeon lowered her to the bed. She cringed a moment and he stood up and began to undress. Paulo did the same. With every bit of clothing removed, more muscles and tattoos showed on Paulo.

  “No tattoos on you, Hadeon?” she asked, and he turned around and revealed his back. A masterpiece of multiple scenes she couldn’t decipher. Then he turned back.

  “Accept us?”

  “Yes,” she said and he reached for her panties and slowly pulled them down. Paulo knelt on the bed, his thick, hard cock dripping with pre-cum.

  “We haven’t been with any women for months, Fina. We always use protection. Do we need it tonight?” he asked her.

  She thought about it. She was on the pill. She never had unsafe sex. She worried about how many women they were with but they did use condoms.

  “We’re clean, Fina. We always used protection and we got checked out in Chicago in a recent physical,” Paulo told her.

  Hadeon gripped her hips and spread her thighs.

  “I want nothing between us, Fina. No barriers. No walls to break down,” he said, then lowered between her legs and began to feast on her pussy. She gripped his hair and moaned.

  “No barriers, Hadeon. Oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  “Believe it, woman. You will be ours after tonight. Ours always,” Paulo said, leaning up to kiss her lips. She felt his cock against her hip and she reached down and stroked it. Paulo lifted up.

  “Yes. Oh yes, Fina,” he moaned, and then she gasped as Hadeon nipped her clit. He lifted up.

  “I need you,” he said and Paulo moved to the side. She looked at him and he winked. She smiled.

  “Arms up, Fina. Let me look at this luscious body,” Hadeon said and she slowly raised her arms up above her head. Her eyes widened as Hadeon slid his palms up her open thighs to her hips and under her breasts, cupping them. He lowered down to kiss the first breast and suckle on the nipple. Then he kissed the other breast and did the same thing. She moaned, felt her pussy leak some cream, and wondered if the men would fit inside of her. Hadeon was just as big and thick as Paulo.

  Hadeon licked down her to her belly then her pussy before aligning his cock with her cunt.

  “Mine,” he whispered, holding her gaze as he slowly began to slide into her cunt, pressing his palms up her arms to her wrists. He held her gaze, strong, serious, controlling, and then thrust all the way in to the hilt.

  “Hadeon,” she exclaimed, lips parted, breathing hitched. He was intense as he began to make love to her for the very first time as if desperate to mark her his woman and stake his claim.

  “Fina,” Hadeon grunted, and then gripped her shoulders and began to thrust into her harder, deeper. She kept her arms above her head and then he lifted one from her shoulder and stroked her jaw, her neck, holding it gently and possessively. It should have frightened her but instead it aroused her as she cried out her first orgasm.

  “So responsive and sexy. Take her, Hadeon. Make her our woman,” Paulo cheered him on, stroking his own cock as he watched. Hadeon grunted and thrust faster and faster. He lowered down and kissed her lips, ravished her mouth, and then her neck and shoulder as he pumped his hips faster. She moaned and rocked back into him trying to counter his thrusts but the man was huge compared to her, and had her hips pinned to the bed. She pressed her thighs against his hips and reached up to grab onto his shoulders. He grabbed her arms, held them above her head and lifted up rocking his hips into her.

  He spoke in Russian and she shivered and shook, coming a second time.

  It went on and on to the point where she wondered where he got such stamina and control not to come, when suddenly he grunted and yelled a serious of Russian words, then came inside of her. He crushed her to the bed then quickly lifted up. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her mouth. “Perfection, sladyaka, Fina. Perfection,” he said and then eased out of her.

  Paulo immediately took his place.

  “I cannot hold back, Fina. I’m sorry I can’t go slowly this first time. I need so much,” he said and gripped her hips, aligned his cock with her pussy and shoving right into her.

  “Paulo.” She grabbed onto his shoulders and he pounded into her cunt. In and out, he thrust his cock so deeply she gasped for breath. He was desperate to make love to her and claim her, he gripped her hair under her head and lowered his mouth to hers, his cock deep in her pussy. He ravished her mouth, then trailed his lips along her throat. She tilted up giving him better access to her throat and then felt his mouth on her breast. He pulled out and lowered to suck on her breasts.

  “I can’t hold back. This body, the need I have for you, to claim you my woman is great, Fina. So fucking powerful,” he exclaimed. Was he for real? His words turned her on entirely too much and she pressed her thighs to his and held on tight, tried counterthrusting when he grabbed her arms and held them above her head. She stared at his eyes, the intensity too much, and then lower to the series of intricate tattoos along his chest, his arms, and shoulders. They looked like scenes from some foreign country. Was it Russia?

  “Come with me, Fina. Come with me,” he commanded and thrust over and over again. He gripped her thighs against his hips and pounded into her body. She cried out and shook as she came and he followed, then fell against her, rolled to his back taking her with him and cupped her ass cheek. He smoothed his hand along her back and kissed her t
enderly. She held onto him, lifted up and kissed him back, making out on the bed until Hadeon reached over and joined in. She stared into Hadeon’s eyes and he gave no smile, just his intense commanding expression as he caressed her hair and the back of her head and then spoke his mind.

  “Changes are coming, Fina. Changes,” he said before he pressed his mouth to hers as Paulo released his hold of her to his brother, sliding her between them and caressing her as they rested after making love.

  * * * *

  Andriy took a quick shower before entering the bedroom. He stood at the doorway a moment and took in the sight. It was a first for him. Seeing a woman lying naked between his brothers and spending the night at their place. Even in Chicago, they never took any women home. With Fina, everything was changing.

  He knew they made love to her. The possessive way both men held her between them, her body naked, and then he saw the bruising on her shoulder.

  Hadeon looked right at him.

  “Is it done?” he asked.

  Andriy nodded.

  “Misty?”

  “Alive.”

  Hadeon nodded. He began to move from the bed and Paulo held Fina around her waist. He kissed her shoulder.

  “She is special, Andriy, and she missed you and needs you, too,” Paulo said to him.

  Fina moaned and then slowly opened her eyes.

  “Hadeon?” she asked, not seeing past Hadeon’s back.

  “Andriy is back,” he told her. She shifted up and then cringed. Andriy was by the bed in a flash while Hadeon and Paulo stared at her with concern.

  She shifted up, her breasts bare to them and she reached for the pillow to cover her breasts.

  “Net,” Hadeon reprimanded and pulled the pillow away and stood up.

  Andriy looked at her and took in the sight of her luscious breasts, her sexy body.

  “Sore?” he asked. Taking Hadeon’s place on the bed kneeling, naked and reaching out to stroke her shin. She nodded.

  He gripped her chin and turned it slightly to see the bruising and the swollen lip. He was glad he put a good beating on that piece of shit who struck her. He was as good as dead when this was over.

  She lowered her eyes, taking in the sight of his body, his cock. He was hard, ready for her. Their precious angel.

  Paulo gently glided her arm back and pushed back the covers. As Andriy lowered down to kiss her lips she turned to her back.

  “Open for him,” Hadeon ordered in a whisper. It added to the excitement in the air. They never took a woman together. One after the next, at different times, but never together in the same room, same bed, and never made love. They fucked. They dominated, and it was meaningless. There was no way this was meaningless. He felt scared.

  He wanted to fight the sensations, the weakness, and plunged his tongue deeper. He slid between her legs, pulled from her mouth and spread her thighs wider.

  “Andriy,” she gasped and reached for his chest. The feel of her feminine, delicate palms on his pectoral muscles shocked him. She had an ability and a touch that ran deeper than the skin.

  He gripped her wrists and pressed them above her head, causing her large, sexy breasts to lift. The nipples perked for attention. He narrowed his eyes at her and then lowered as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and shook beneath him. One glance down and he saw her glistening cunt. She liked being restrained, ordered around, taken and possessed. She was made for him. For them.

  He licked her nipple, then tugged on it.

  “Oh, Andriy,” she moaned, tilting her hips upward.

  He lowered down and licked her other nipple, then tugged. “Sladkaya,” he said, then kissed her lips again.

  “Condom?” he said to Hadeon.

  “Don’t need one. There’ll be no barriers. Nothing between us when we make love to our woman,” Hadeon said. Andriy was shocked. His brother never said such words. Never looked so serious as he held Fina’s gaze then reached over and glided a thumb along her breast.

  Andriy released her wrists and aligned his cock with her pussy.

  “Ours,” he said.

  Paulo cupped her other breasts and she kept her arms above her head without being told.

  “Ours,” Paulo stated.

  Her lips parted and she held Andriy’s gaze. He started to slide into her. Immediately, he felt different. She was tight, feminine, sexy, and she tilted her hips, gasped as he pushed deeper.

  “Let me in. Accept me,” he ordered and then pushed further. Paulo and Hadeon pulled on her nipples and grabbed her wrists.

  “You belong to us now. We take you together, tonight,” Hadeon said and Andriy couldn’t even imagine how that was going to feel. The thought had him thrusting fully into her channel and gripping her hips. She lifted up, squeezed her thighs against his waist as his brothers moved but remained restraining her, and Andriy started stroking into her. Over and over, he thrust deeper, faster, trying to feel more of what making love to Fina made him feel. It was incredible, powerful, and wild.

  He yelled out in Russian to his brothers, sharing his shock at the powerful connection he felt. “Da,” Hadeon replied and Paulo smiled and stroked her hair from her cheek.

  “She is an angel. Our angel.”

  “Let me touch you, Andriy. Please,” she begged. He nodded at his brothers and they released her hands and he lowered down and kissed her. When her hands slid through his hair and gripped him tight, he fucked her deeper, harder, and then gripped her ass cheeks, spread them and stroked into her faster and faster.

  He pulled up and she cried out her release, her voice going hoarse and feeding his ego.

  Over and over again, he thrust and gripped her shoulders for better leverage, wanting more. Wanting everything he could get. She was addicting, powerful, and all theirs.

  “Fina!” he grunted and shook as he came. He felt dizzy as he lowered down to the crook of her shoulder and neck. She hugged him tight, caressed his back, his shoulder.

  “Thank you, Andriy. For saving me,” she said. His heart felt like someone squeezed it and shocked him. He suckled her neck and shoulder hard. He wanted to mark her with love bites, spread the word that she was his and his brothers. Never had he been so desperate to claim possession of a woman. Until now.

  He held her in his arms rolled to his side and made her snuggle close to him. He ran his palm over her ass and squeezed it.

  “Andriy?” she whispered.

  “Hmm?” he replied. He was tired, felt the need to hold her close and know she was safe in his arms. It was nearly five a.m. It took all night to find Misty and save her before she was shipped out.

  “Misty, did you find her?” she whispered.

  “Da.”

  “Is she okay?”

  “She is safe and protected. The ones who took her can’t hurt her anymore,” he said and gripped her ass, raised her thigh over his waist, and held her close. He didn’t want to talk about what he did tonight, about the side of him she saw earlier when those men took her in the van and he ran after it, taking the shot in the nick of time. She wouldn’t know how they found Misty and what needed to be done to the sick fucks who had assaulted her already. Who were in the process of stripping her naked, and breaking her down. He tightened his hold on her and then he felt her lips press against his chest.

  She felt feminine, soft, and so small against his chest and in his arms. If those men had been successful in taking her, she would never have survived. He squeezed her and kissed her forehead, absorbing the feel of her full breasts pressed up against his chest. He inhaled her shampoo and let all his senses absorb the fact that Fina was in his arms safe and sound.

  “Rest with me, Fina. I just need to hold you in my arms and know that you are safe.”

  She placed her palm against his chest and snuggled closer. Hadeon and Paulo remained nearby watching over them.

  Chapter 7

  “Why the fuck would your guys grab the wrong woman? Do you even realize how badly they fucked up? Do you know who that other b
londe was?” Burner yelled into his cell phone.

  “No. How the fuck would I know? I wasn’t there. Those stupid fucks Toolin, Charlie, Harry, and Crow did the job. They’re all fucking dead except for Toolin, and we can’t find him anywhere.”

  Burner didn’t even tell Dakota that the one blonde was Fina, the woman Miami planned on taking soon. The only good thing that came out of this was the knowledge that when he took Fina, it needed to be a well thought out plan and definitely one far away from Hadeon, Paulo, and Andriy Skolnova.

  “What about Toolin?”

  “Toolin will show up dead like the other men at the fucking warehouse, which is a fucking mess. Get it cleaned up. Set the fucking thing on fire and be sure to cover up the fucking mess. The last thing we need are cops sniffing around. I want the other warehouses secured double time. Full level security on them. The one by the river I need top priority security. No more fuck ups, Dakota. You and I personally will be snagging this woman that Miami wants and standing by while the pros rough her up, scare the hell out of her, and break her down before we get her to Cuba. We screw this up, and we’ll wish we were dead.”

  “Okay, I’ll handle it. No more letting the regular guys do this shit. What about the other blonde? The guy still wants her?” Dakota asked.

  “Fuck him. Find him one better, or ask him to be patient. Another will come along,” Burner said and then ended the call. He didn’t want to tell Miami what happened, but the man would find out anyway. It was better to hear it from Burner.

  He took a deep breath and exhaled as he dialed the number.

  “What do you have for me?” Miami asked.

  “Trouble. A major fuck up last night.”

  “What happened?”

  “Lost eight men.”

  “How the fuck do you lose eight men?”

  “Let’s just say Andriy Skolnova is one crazy, sick Russian.”

  * * * *

  “Fuck!” Miami yelled out, slamming his fist down onto the table.

  “These dumb fucks are lucky they’re dead, or I would do worse to them right now and then kill them. Fuck!”