All The Pretty Little Lies (Second Sons Duet #1)

39. Oscar

OSCAR

I step away from Vesper, my heart heavy as I leave her in the capable hands of Zaire and Talon. The weight of what I’m about to do settles on my shoulders like a lead blanket. As I move through the dimly lit hallway, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet, I catch sight of Alex emerging from the basement door.

The sight of him stops me dead in my tracks. Alex’s shirt is stained with Natasha's blood. His face is a mask of grim determination, but I can see the slight tremor in his hands as he wipes them on a handkerchief. When we’d left him downstairs, there wasn’t a drop on him.

"Alex," I call out, my voice barely above a whisper. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine.

“It’s taken care of,” he mutters on instinct. “The chemicals are working right now.”

“Good,” I remark. “But, we need to make a call," I say, closing the distance between us. The metallic scent of blood clings to him, making my stomach churn. "I need you to find the right number."

Alex nods, understanding the gravity of what I'm asking without needing further explanation. We've reached a point of no return, and this call will set in motion events that will change everything.

As we move towards Alex’s room where his tech toys live, I can't help but glance back towards the room where I left Vesper. The muffled sounds of Zaire's reassuring murmurs and Talon's soft laughter drift down the hallway. For a moment, I allow myself to imagine a different world—one where we're not caught in this web of violence and deceit.

But that world doesn't exist for us. Not yet.

Alex nods solemnly, his eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and apprehension as we enter his room. The space is a stark contrast to the rest of the safehouse, a haven of cutting-edge technology amidst the worn, vintage decor. Walls lined with monitors cast an eerie blue glow across our faces, the soft hum of multiple computers creating a white noise that seems to isolate us from the outside world.

With practiced ease, Alex slides into his chair, fingers flying across the keyboard. The screens before us come alive with scrolling data, each keystroke bringing us closer to our target. I lean against the desk, my eyes fixed on the digital labyrinth unfolding before us.

"Who am I looking for, Oscar?" Alex asks, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic tapping of keys.

I take a deep breath, the name feeling like lead on my tongue. "Mario Rossi."

Alex's fingers freeze mid-air, his head snapping towards me, eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you sure that's the right move?"

I meet his gaze steadily, the weight of my decision evident in my voice. "It's the only move, Alex. He's taken two years of Vesper's life away from her, and a son. The path to getting her son back starts with him."

Alex holds my stare for a moment longer, searching for any hint of doubt. Finding none, he turns back to his screens, fingers resuming their frantic dance across the keyboard. "Alright," he mutters, "but this is playing with fire, Oz. You know that, right?"

I nod, even though he can't see me. "Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire."

The room falls silent save for the clicking of keys and the low hum of machinery. Minutes stretch like hours as Alex works his digital magic, navigating through encrypted networks and hidden databases. Finally, a triumphant "Got it!" breaks the tension.

Alex swivels in his chair, reaching for a nondescript box on his cluttered desk. From it, he produces a sleek burner phone, its screen dark and lifeless, a blank slate waiting to become the conduit for a conversation that could change everything.

As he hands me the phone, our eyes meet once more. In that moment, I see the gravity of our situation reflected in Alex's gaze. We're about to cross a line, one that we can never uncross. But for Vesper, for her son, it's a risk we have to take.

I take the phone, its weight feeling far heavier than it should. As my thumb hovers over the power button, I can almost hear the gears of fate grinding into motion. Whatever happens next, there's no going back.

With a deep breath, I press the button, ready to set my plan into motion. The phone rings once, twice, three times. Each ring feels like an eternity, the tension in the room thickening with every passing second. On the fourth ring, a gruff voice answers, the sound of it sending a chill down my spine.

"Rossi." The voice is gravelly, laced with suspicion and a hint of irritation.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come. "Mario Rossi," I say, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart, "this is Oscar Petrov."

“How the fuck did you get this number?” he hisses.

“I have my ways,” I sneer back at him. “We need to meet.”

“I'm afraid you've caught me at a bad time. I'm far too busy to entertain outcasts from the Petrov family."

His dismissive tone ignites a fire in my chest. I grip the phone tighter, my knuckles turning white. "Is that so?" I reply, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Too busy to discuss how you've managed to provide a fraud as a bride for Victor Petrov's son?"

The silence that follows is deafening. I can almost hear the gears turning in Mario's head, his breath catching ever so slightly. When he speaks again, his voice has lost its casual indifference, replaced by a razor-sharp edge.

"What did you say?" he hisses, the threat in his tone unmistakable.

“I think you heard me quite clearly.”

"You're treading on dangerous ground, boy," he growls. "Do you have any idea what you're accusing me of?"

I let out a dry laugh. "Oh, I have more than an idea, Mario. I have proof. And I think it's time we had a face-to-face chat about it, don't you?"

"You're playing a dangerous game, boy," Mario growls, but I can hear the undercurrent of uncertainty in his voice.

"Perhaps," I concede. "But it's a game I'm willing to play. The question is, are you willing to risk everything on the chance that I'm bluffing?"

There's another pause, longer this time. I can almost hear the wheels of Mario's mind spinning, weighing his options, calculating the risks. When he speaks again, his voice is low, almost a whisper.

"Where and when?"

“Tomorrow. I’ll come to you. It’s best we have this conversation away from prying ears, don’t you think? I mean, if I handed off a fake to my uncle, I don’t think I would want that kind of information moving through the gossip grapevine.”

“Fine. Three o’clock. Come alone.”

The line goes dead, Mario's abrupt hang-up punctuating our conversation like a thunderclap. I lower the phone, a mixture of adrenaline and anticipation coursing through my veins. The air in the room feels charged, electric with the weight of what we've just set in motion.

Alex's face breaks into a slow, calculated smile. His eyes dance with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "We're making our move, huh?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the delicate balance we've just tipped.

I nod, my jaw set with determination. "Yes," I reply, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. "The first of many."

Alex's fingers are already flying across his keyboard, screens flickering to life with satellite imagery and blueprints. "I'll get eyes on the Rossi Mansion," he says, his focus laser-sharp. "By tomorrow, we'll know every entrance, exit, and blind spot."

I clap him on the shoulder, a gesture of gratitude and camaraderie. "Good work, Alex. Keep me posted."

Leaving Alex's tech sanctuary, I make my way back through the dimly lit hallway, the floorboards creaking beneath my feet like old bones shifting in their sleep. The warehouse seems to hold its breath, aware of the momentous events unfolding within its walls.

I pause outside Zaire's room, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, I steel myself and push the door open.

The scene that greets me is a stark contrast to the tension-filled conversation I just left. Zaire is stretched out on his king-size bed, his long frame relaxed against the plush pillows. Vesper is nestled in his arms, her golden hair spilling across his chest like liquid sunshine. The sight of her, safe and protected, sends a wave of relief through me.

Talon has moved to a plush armchair in the corner of the room, his legs draped casually over one arm. His eyes, usually dancing with mischief, are now sharp and alert, watching me intently as I enter.

As the door clicks shut behind me, three pairs of eyes turn to me, filled with questions and expectations. The air in the room shifts, charged with anticipation.

“We’re meeting with Mario Rossi tomorrow.”

Vesper gasps, her body tensing in Zaire's arms. Zaire's grip on her tightens instinctively, his eyes narrowing as he processes the information. Talon leans forward in his chair, all traces of casualness gone from his posture.

"You've set the wheels in motion," Zaire says, his voice a mix of admiration and concern. “Thanks for including us in the decision.”

I nod, feeling the weight of my decision settle on my shoulders like a mantle. "I have," I confirm, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "There's no point in waiting any longer. Not after everything that's happened."

Vesper's eyes, those mesmerizing pools of green that have haunted my dreams for years, lock onto mine. In them, I see a whirlwind of emotions; fear, hope, determination, and something else, something that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Oscar," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the hum of the old air conditioning unit. "What are you planning to do?"

I move closer, kneeling beside the bed so that we're at eye level. Her vanilla scent envelops me, grounding me in this moment. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I'm about to say.

"What you asked me to do, solnishko," I reply, using the Russian endearment that feels so natural on my tongue when addressing her. "Your uncle is just the start."

The room falls silent, the air thick with tension and unspoken promises. Zaire's arm tightens around Vesper's waist, a protective gesture that I can't help but appreciate. Talon leans forward, his usually carefree demeanor replaced by an intensity that reminds me why he's such a valuable member of our team.

"Every person who had a hand in taking your son, every individual who profited from your pain, every single one of them will face justice. We'll dismantle their empires brick by brick, expose their secrets, and leave them with nothing but the ashes of their former glory."

Vesper's breath hitches, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I reach out, gently cupping her face in my hands. "We won't stop until you have your revenge, Vesper. Until your son is in your arms where he belongs."

The room seems to pulse with energy, the air crackling with the intensity of our shared determination. Zaire's eyes meet mine over Vesper's head, a silent agreement passing between us. Talon rises from his chair, moving to stand beside the bed, his presence a solid pillar of support.

"It won't be easy," Talon says, his voice uncharacteristically serious. "We'll be making enemies of some of the most powerful families in the world."

I nod, acknowledging the truth in his words. "I know. But we have something they don't. We have a cause worth fighting for, a purpose that goes beyond power and greed."

Vesper's hand finds mine, her grip tight and desperate. "I’m not sure you should do this. You’re risking everything."

I bring her hand to my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them. “For you, solnishko. I would watch the world burn just to spare you a single second of pain.”

“So would I,” Zaire adds, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You have fought against your nightmares and stitched your soul back together again. I won’t let anyone take that away from you.”

“Fuck the families,” Talon adds in.

“Fuck the families,” Zaire repeats. “I promised you, moya koroleva, not another single fucking tear.”

Vesper's eyes widen, a mix of emotions swirling in their emerald depths. Her gaze flicks between me, Zaire, and Talon, her breath quickening. Slowly, she shifts in Zaire's arms, her movements deliberate and graceful. The soft rustle of fabric against skin fills the room as she leans towards me, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder like a waterfall of sunlight.

Her hand, warm and soft, cups my cheek. I can feel the slight tremor in her fingers, betraying the intensity of her emotions. Her lips part slightly, her breath warm against my skin as she draws closer. Time seems to slow, the world narrowing to just this moment, just us.

When her lips meet mine, it's like a supernova exploding in my chest. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, but quickly deepens with a hunger that takes my breath away. Her lips are velvet against mine. My hands find their way to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss intensifies.

The room around us fades away, the only reality that matters is the feel of Vesper in my arms, the taste of her on my lips. It's everything I've dreamed of and more, a perfect moment crystallized in time.

As we part, both breathless, Vesper's eyes are dark with desire. She turns back to Zaire, who's watching us with a mixture of heat and admiration in his gaze. Without hesitation, she leans in, capturing his lips in a kiss that's just as passionate, just as all-consuming.

Zaire's hands tangle in her hair, holding her close as they lose themselves in each other. The sight of them together, so beautiful and passionate, sends a jolt of electricity through me. It's not jealousy I feel, but a deep, primal satisfaction. This is right. This is how it should be.

From the corner of my eye, I see Talon shift uncomfortably, moving towards the door. But before he can leave, Vesper breaks away from Zaire, her voice husky as she calls out, "Talon, stay. Please."

Talon freezes, his hand on the doorknob. He turns slowly, his eyes seeking mine and Zaire's, a question clear in his gaze. Zaire and I exchange a look, a silent conversation passing between us in a heartbeat.

"She asked you nicely," Zaire says, his voice rough with desire but firm with conviction. "Stay."

I nod in agreement, extending a hand towards Talon in invitation. "You're part of this too, Talon. If you want to be."

Talon approaches the bed, his eyes dark with desire. Vesper reaches out, pulling him close. Their lips meet in a fiery kiss, passionate and urgent. As they part, Vesper's gaze flicks between the three of us, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Please," she breathes, her voice husky with need. “I don’t know why. Maybe something cracked in my head over the last two years. For the first time in my life, I know what I want.”

“What do you want?” I ask her.

“All of you.” Her voice is quiet and unsure.

“Are you asking or declaring, moya koroleva? There’s a difference.”

She carefully considers his question before she smiles. “I want this. All of you. I don’t know how any of this will work, but I want this. How does this work…I’ve never…”

“We’ll figure it out as we go.” Zaire's eyes darken with understanding. He nods slowly, a predatory smile curving his lips. "Strip, moya koroleva," he commands softly. "Leave only your panties."

Vesper's breath catches, but she obeys without hesitation. She shifts to her feet. Her fingers tremble slightly as she unbuttons her blouse, revealing smooth skin inch by tantalizing inch. The silky fabric whispers as it falls to the floor, followed by her skirt. She stands before us in nothing but a delicate lace bra and matching panties, her skin glowing in the soft light.

Three pairs of eyes drink in the sight of her, tracing the curves of her body with hungry gazes. Vesper's chest rises and falls rapidly, her excitement palpable in the charged atmosphere of the room.

Talon's eyes are wide, his lips parted slightly as he stares at Vesper. A low growl escapes him, almost involuntary. Zaire notices, a smirk playing on his lips.

"See something you like, T?" Zaire asks, his voice low and teasing.

Talon swallows hard, his eyes never leaving Vesper's form. "She's breathtaking," he manages, his voice rough with desire.

Vesper blushes under the intensity of their gazes, her skin flushing a delicate pink. She reaches behind her back, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. As the lace falls away, revealing her perfect breasts, Talon lets out a strangled groan.

"Come here, moya koroleva," Zaire beckons, his voice thick with need.

Vesper moves towards Zaire with a grace that belies her nervousness, her hips swaying hypnotically. Zaire's eyes darken as she approaches, his gaze roaming hungrily over her exposed skin. When she reaches the edge of the bed, he reaches out, his large hands spanning her waist, pulling her closer.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down Vesper's spine. His thumbs trace slow circles on her hips, just above the lacy edge of her panties. "Turn around, moya koroleva. Let us all appreciate you."

Vesper complies, turning slowly. The room is silent save for the collective intake of breath as we drink in the sight of her. The curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the cascade of golden hair falling over her shoulders. Every inch of her is perfection.

Zaire's hands never leave her body as she turns, tracing the contours of her waist, her hips, her thighs. When she faces him again, his eyes are molten with desire. Without warning, he pulls her onto the bed, eliciting a surprised gasp that quickly turns into a moan as his lips find her neck.

He kisses a blazing trail down her throat, his teeth grazing her collarbone. Vesper arches into him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. Zaire's hands roam her body, mapping every curve, every dip, as if committing her to memory through touch alone.

His lips travel lower, peppered kisses across her chest before capturing a nipple in his mouth. Vesper cries out, her back arching off the bed as Zaire lavishes attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and playful nips that leave her gasping.

Talon and I watch, transfixed by the erotic display before us. The air in the room grows thick with tension and desire, the temperature seeming to rise with each passing moment. Vesper's moans and Zaire's low growls create a symphony of passion that sets our blood on fire.

Zaire's hand slides down Vesper's stomach, his fingers toying with the waistband of her panties. He looks up at her, his eyes seeking permission. Vesper nods frantically, her hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea.

With agonizing slowness, Zaire peels the lace down her legs, revealing her most intimate parts to our hungry gazes. He tosses the garment aside, his hands returning to caress her thighs, spreading them gently.

"Look at her," Zaire says, his voice rough with desire. "Have you ever seen anything so perfect?"

Talon and I can only shake our heads, words failing us in the face of such beauty. Vesper blushes under our collective gaze.

Zaire's eyes lock onto Vesper's, a predatory gleam in their depths. His hands slide up her thighs, thumbs tracing tantalizing circles on her inner legs. Vesper's breath comes in short gasps, her body trembling with anticipation.

"So beautiful," Zaire murmurs, his voice low and husky.

He lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh. Vesper whimpers, her hips lifting slightly off the bed. Zaire chuckles, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin.

"Patience, moya koroleva," he whispers, his breath hot against her core.

He works her with his mouth, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick flicks that leave her gasping. His hands grip her thighs, holding her in place as she writhes beneath him.

Talon and I watch, mesmerized by the erotic display before us. The air is thick with the scent of arousal, the sound of Vesper's moans and Zaire's appreciative groans filling the room.

Zaire's tongue circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Vesper's back arches off the bed, a string of incoherent pleas falling from her lips.

"That's it," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. "Let go for us."

As if my words were the key to her release, Vesper cries out, her body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over her. Zaire doesn't let up, working her through her orgasm until she's trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening with her essence. He looks up at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Delicious," he purrs, licking his lips.

Vesper lies there, panting, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She looks utterly debauched and incredibly beautiful.

Zaire crawls up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck, before finally capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Vesper moans, tasting herself on his tongue.

As they part, Zaire's eyes find mine, then Talon's. The look in them is clear; an invitation, a challenge, a promise of more to come.

"Who's next?" he asks, his voice thick with desire and anticipation.

I look at Talon, whose eyes are dark with desire, his chest heaving with each breath. He's been watching intently, his hands clenched at his sides in an effort to maintain control. But the tension in his body is evident, he's like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.

Zaire notices too, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He turns to Vesper, who's still flushed and panting from her recent climax. "Look what you've done to him, moya koroleva," he murmurs, nodding towards Talon.

Vesper's gaze follows Zaire's, her eyes widening as they land on the prominent bulge straining against Talon's pants. The fabric is stretched tight, leaving little to the imagination.

"He's been so patient," Zaire continues, his voice low and seductive. "Don't you think he deserves a reward?"

Vesper nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She sits up slowly, her movements languid and sensual. Her golden hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her naked breasts.

Talon's breath catches as Vesper’s crawls toward the edge of the bed. She stops just in front of him, close enough that he can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her hands hover over his waistband, her eyes seeking permission.

Talon nods, unable to form words. Vesper's fingers make quick work of his belt, the soft clink of metal the only sound in the room. She pops the button of his jeans open, then slowly, torturously, drags the zipper down.

Talon hisses as the pressure on his cock eases slightly. Vesper hooks her fingers into his waistband, tugging his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. His erection springs free, hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum.

Vesper's eyes widen appreciatively, her tongue darting out to wet her lips once more. She wraps one hand around his length, her touch feather-light. Talon groans, his hips jerking involuntarily.

"Patience," Vesper whispers, echoing Zaire's earlier words. Her hand begins to move, stroking him with agonizing slowness. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb swiping over his sensitive head, spreading the moisture gathered there.

Talon's head falls back, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights for control. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, unsure where to settle.

"You can touch me, you know," she purrs. "I want you to."

With a groan, Talon's hands pull her closer. Vesper's lips part, her tongue darting out to taste the glistening tip of Talon's cock. He groans deeply as she takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his impressive girth. Her golden hair cascades forward as she begins to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Talon’s hands tangle in her silky locks, not guiding, just holding on as if she's his lifeline in a storm of pleasure. His breath comes in ragged gasps punctuated by low moans of appreciation.

The erotic sight before me is too much to bear. My clothes feel constricting, my skin too hot. With trembling hands, I strip, my eyes never leaving Vesper's form. She's a vision of sensuality, her back arched beautifully as she pleasures Talon. She came to us so broken that a part of me worried that she would never regain her strength, but fuck, to watch her as she is right now, it makes all those nightmares I chased away worth it.

I crawl across the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight.

Talon’s sole focus is on her that he barely notices me dragging her from the edge of the bed onto her hands and knees. His cock never leaving her mouth for a second. Vesper widens her stance slightly, an invitation I can't resist. My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I position myself behind her. I run the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her arousal. She's so wet, so ready for me. With a groan, I push inside her, reveling in the tight, wet heat that envelops me.

Vesper moans around Talon's cock, the vibrations making him curse softly. The sound spurs me on, and I begin to move, setting a steady rhythm that pushes Vesper forward with each thrust.

The room fills with the sounds of our fucking; skin against skin, muffled moans, and breathless gasps. Zaire watches from the side, his eyes dark with lust as he strokes himself inside his pants slowly.

I increase my pace, driving deeper into Vesper. Each thrust pushes her further onto Talon's cock, taking him deeper into her throat. Talon's grip on her hair tightens, his hips beginning to move in counterpoint to my thrusts.

Vesper is caught between us, filled from both ends, and she's glorious in her pleasure. Her body trembles, small whimpers escaping her occupied mouth as we drive her higher and higher. Her hand reaches out, grasping blindly for Zaire. He shifts closer, understanding her unspoken desire. In one fluid motion, he pulls out his impressive length, already hard and glistening with anticipation.

Vesper's eyes widen at the sight, a muffled moan escaping her lips as she takes in the sight of Zaire's cock. Without missing a beat, she wraps her free hand around him, her delicate fingers barely meeting around his girth.

The contrast is mesmerizing. Her golden skin against Zaire's olive tone, her small hand working his impressive length. She begins to stroke him in time with her movements on Talon, creating a rhythm that has both men groaning in pleasure.

I watch, transfixed, as Vesper alternates between them. She pulls back from Talon with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. Without hesitation, she turns her attention to Zaire, taking him into her mouth with a hunger that makes my hips stutter in their rhythm.

Her tongue swirls around Zaire's tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside before taking him deeper. All the while, her hand continues to work Talon, her grip firm and sure as she pumps him in long, steady strokes.

The sight before me is intoxicating. Vesper is lost in pleasure servicing two men with an enthusiasm that takes my breath away. Her body moves sinuously between them, her back arching beautifully as she takes me deeper with each thrust.

Zaire's hand tangles in her hair, guiding her movements as she works him with her mouth. His eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "That's it, moya koroleva," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that."

Vesper moans around him, the vibrations causing Zaire to curse softly under his breath. She pulls back, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at his tip before turning her attention back to Talon.

Talon's head is thrown back, his strong jaw clenched as he fights for control. Vesper takes him deep, her throat working around him as she swallows. Her hand never stops moving on Zaire, maintaining a steady rhythm that has him panting with need.

The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only fuels our desire.

I can feel the tension building in my core, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I chase my release. Vesper's inner walls flutter around me, a telltale sign that she's close too. I reach around, my fingers finding her swollen clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.

Talon's breath comes in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing as he nears his peak. His fingers tighten in Vesper's hair, guiding her movements as she works him with her mouth. "Fuck, Vesper," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm close. Drink me down, baby. All of it."

With a guttural moan, Talon finds his release. Vesper's throat works as she swallows, her eyes locked on his face, drinking in the sight of his pleasure as eagerly as she drinks his seed. Not a drop escapes her lips as she milks him through his orgasm, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip until he shudders from overstimulation.

Talon stumbles back, his legs weak, collapsing into the chair he occupied earlier. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, a look of sated bliss on his face.

Zaire's eyes meet mine over Vesper's shoulder, a silent communication passing between us. With a slight nod, I understand his intention. Slowly, regretfully, I pull out of Vesper's welcoming heat, eliciting a whimper of loss from her.

Zaire moves with fluid grace, shifting to lean back against the headboard. "Come here, moya koroleva," he purrs, his voice thick with desire. His hands find Vesper's hips, guiding her to straddle him.

Vesper moves eagerly, her body trembling with need. She positions herself over Zaire's impressive length, her eyes locked on his as she slowly sinks down. A long, low moan escapes her as she takes him in, her back arching beautifully as she's filled to the brim.

I watch, mesmerized, as Vesper begins to move. Her hips roll in a hypnotic rhythm, taking Zaire deeper with each downward stroke. The sight of them together is breathtaking. Zaire's olive skin a stark contrast to Vesper's golden glow, her lithe form moving sinuously atop his muscular frame.

Zaire's eyes find mine again, and he gives me a slight nod. Understanding floods through me, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through my veins. My heart pounds as I move into position, straddling Zaire's legs behind Vesper.

"Oscar," Zaire's voice is rough with desire, "show our girl what she's been missing."

Vesper's movements falter, her breath catching as she realizes what's about to happen. She turns her head, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder. The look she gives me is a heady mix of desire, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Relax, solnishko," I murmur against her skin. "We've got you."

My hands caress her hips as I position myself behind her. Vesper's breath comes in short, excited gasps as she feels the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance, already stretched around Zaire's impressive girth.

"Breathe, moya koroleva," Zaire murmurs, his hands stroking her sides soothingly. "Nice and slow."

I push forward gradually, giving Vesper time to adjust. The sensation is indescribable, the incredible tightness, and the heat.

Vesper cries out, her body trembling. "Oh god," she gasps. "It's so much. You're both so big."

I freeze, not wanting to hurt her. "Do you need us to stop, solnishko?" I ask, pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder.

“You can invoke your safe word. You do that and we stop,” Zaire adds.

She shakes her head frantically. "No, don't stop. Please. I need this. I need you both. All of you."

Encouraged by her words, I continue to push forward, inch by exquisite inch. Vesper's breath comes in short, sharp pants, her fingers digging into Zaire's shoulders as she adjusts to the intense stretch.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I'm fully sheathed inside her. We all pause, panting, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Vesper is sandwiched between us, filled more completely than she's ever been before.

"You're doing so well," Zaire praises, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "You feel incredible, moya koroleva."

I nod in agreement, unable to form words. The sensation of being inside Vesper, feeling Zaire's cock pressed against mine, is almost too much to bear.

Slowly, carefully, I begin to move. The friction is incredible, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. Vesper whimpers, her head falling back against my shoulder as she's consumed by sensation.

We find a rhythm, Zaire and I moving in tandem. As I pull back, he pushes in, ensuring Vesper is constantly filled. The room fills with the sounds of our collective pleasure, skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered words of encouragement.

Vesper is lost in a haze of ecstasy, her body trembling between us. Her inner walls flutter and clench around us, drawing groans from both Zaire and me. The sight of her, caught between us, her face contorted in pleasure, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"That's it, moya koroleva," Zaire growls, his voice rough with desire. "Take us both. You're doing so well."

I increase my pace slightly, driving deeper. The change in angle has Vesper crying out, her nails digging into Zaire's shoulders. "Oh god," she gasps. "It's too much. I can't...I can't..."

"You can," Zaire reassures her, his hands cupping her face tenderly. "Let go, moya koroleva. We've got you."

I lean in, my chest pressed against her back, surrounding her completely. "Come for us, solnishko," I murmur in her ear. "Show us how good we make you feel."

With a keening cry, Vesper shatters. Her body goes rigid between us, her inner walls clamping down with incredible force. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing both Zaire and me to the edge.

Zaire's eyes meet mine over Vesper's shoulder, a silent understanding passing between us. With a final, powerful thrust, we both find our release, our cries of pleasure mingling with Vesper's as we fill her completely.

The world seems to fade away, narrowing down to just the three of us, connected in the most intimate way possible. Time loses all meaning as we ride out the waves of our shared climax, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. We collapse onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, panting heavily. Vesper lies between us, her body still trembling with aftershocks, a look of utter bliss on her face.

Vesper lies between us, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Her golden hair is splayed across the pillow, tangled and wild from our lovemaking. Her skin glows with a light sheen of perspiration, making her look ethereal in the soft light.

I'm the first to move, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder before carefully extricating myself from our tangle of limbs. Vesper whimpers softly at the loss of contact, her hand reaching out blindly for me.

"Shh, solnishko," I murmur, stroking her cheek tenderly. "I'll be right back."

I pad quietly to the ensuite bathroom, my legs still a bit shaky from the intensity of our encounter. The cool tiles feel soothing against my feet as I gather what we need for aftercare. I wet a soft washcloth with warm water, grab a couple of fluffy towels, and return to the bedroom.

Zaire has shifted slightly, cradling Vesper against his chest. His large hand strokes her back in soothing circles, his lips pressed against her temple as he murmurs soft words of praise and comfort. Talon has moved closer, perched on the edge of the bed, his hand resting gently on Vesper's ankle.

I settle back onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. With infinite care, I begin to clean Vesper, the warm washcloth gliding over her sensitive skin. She sighs contentedly, her body relaxing further under my ministrations.

"How are you feeling, moya koroleva?" Zaire asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.

Vesper stirs, her eyes fluttering open. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face. "Incredible," she murmurs, her voice husky from use. “I feel whole for the first time in my life.”

“Good,” Zaire smiles. “Hold onto that feeling, moya koroleva. We’re all going to need it tomorrow.”