“She wants the stitches out. We can’t keep this up,” Boian said as he joined the others in the living room.
“We had to make sure that there really wasn’t a suspicious sighting,” Cosivan said to them.
“There wasn’t. Storm confirmed that an hour ago,” Dusty said.
“Well, every possible sighting needs to be investigated. We would do it ourselves but then showing our faces would surely indicate we have Nalia under our protection. We need to be diligent in protecting her,” Cosivan told them.
“The closer we are to her the easier that would be. Protecting her, I mean,” Chatham said.
“We discussed that for the last several nights,” Cosivan replied.
“We’re stalling. We want her, she wants us, let’s claim her already,” Viktor stated.
“You know I’m in,” Boian replied.
“It needs to be done right. We need the right time and be sure about this,” Cosivan said to them.
“We all want her. There’s no right time but right away,” Dusty said and they chuckled.
“Then the decision is final. There will be no going back, no regrets. We’re willing to give up everything for Nalia. Everything,” Cosivan said to the team.
“Yes,” Boian said and the others agreed.
“We go slow. She’s a virgin, as far as we know. It will take some time before we can take her three at a time. Got it?” Cosivan asked.
“Damn, I can’t wait,” Chatham said and rubbed his hands together.
“This is real. We’re going to be a family. We’re going to have Nalia to take care of and love,” Dusty said.
“We’re going to have our hands full,” Viktor added.
“You have no idea,” Boian said and Cosivan chuckled.
“Together. We’ll take our time and make her ours, but we never let our guard down. I want two men always by the door keeping watch and ready.”
* * * *
Nalia washed up and prepared for bed. She was looking into the mirror and lifted her white tank top to see how the stitches looked. She jumped when she heard the knock on the door.
“Yes,” she said, and the door opened.
She turned and saw Boian standing there. He looked at her as she pushed the tank top down and then ran her fingers through her hair. She had to look away from him. She avoided their gazes because they were getting to her and the desire to have them, to feel them all touch her was becoming too difficult to ignore. She felt her heart racing every time they were near and it was getting annoying. Especially the fact that her nipples got all hard and her pussy actually leaked cream. From looking at them and being around them. Was that even normal?
She no longer cared that she wore the boy short panties and paraded around in her underwear in her room. They didn’t seem to care or to show interest. It frustrated her. Sure, she was young, inexperienced, but damn it she was more than willing to allow them to teach her, to give her experience even if it meant breaking her heart and one day leaving her.
“I wanted to talk to you.”
Like I care? I’m done with this. I can’t take talking to you in my bedroom with you looking so sexy, so desirable and strong. God damn you, Boian. God damn all of you.
“Tomorrow. I’m tired,” she said to him and then walked right past him. She stopped short when she saw Cosivan sitting on her bed. She noticed he had some items on the bed next to him. Scissors, ointment, and alcohol wipes.
“It’s time to take those stitches out,” Cosivan said to her, looking her over with those sultry, sexy, dark eyes of his.
I can’t take this. I can’t.
She licked her lower lip.
“Tomorrow would be fine,” she said and stood still. Her heart was racing once again as that twinge of being disobedient and questioning Cosivan’s order filled her gut. It was an order. Every word the man spoke was a command, a direction, an act of control, and damn it her pussy wept as usual. She shifted her weight and looked away from those commanding eyes. Cosivan’s expression, as always so hard and firm and just plain angry, stared back at her. She felt that gut instinct and sense of intimidation. He was so big and powerful in every way.