CHAPTER 15: WHEN TWO FIRES TOUCH
The boundary didn't disappear in a moment. It cracked slowly... then broke in a single touch.
Evelyn's body was still limp from what had just happened on the white bed behind her. Her skin still bore the burning marks from the kiss, the slight bruises from the tight grip, and the wet heat between her thighs had not yet dissipated. Before she could step back to catch her breath, Viktor had shifted, his arms firmly pulling her around the waist.
Not violently. But not giving her a chance to resist.
Her naked body was pushed against his chest, his broad, warm chest, carrying the faint smell of gunpowder mixed with the warmth of a primitive man.
Her lower abdomen pressed right against the bulging hardness beneath the thin fabric of his pants, stil burning from what had just happened.
A touch was enough to make her heart pound.
Diego stood half a step behind her, his heavy breath on the back of her neck, hot as fire.
He placed his large hand on her bare back under the thin layer of clothing that remained, his palm burning so much that it made her spine arch slightly instinctively, an uncontrollable reaction.
"Evelyn." Viktor's voice was deep, low, growling against her ear. "Are you shaking?"
She took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice hoarse from the moans still lingering in her throat:
"I… am not shaking."
"Your breath is different," Diego said from behind, his rough fingers sliding slowly down her spine, following the same curve he had explored a few minutes ago.
"Your body is… telling the truth."
Evelyn clenched her hands, her nails digging into her palms. It was unclear whether she wanted to push them away or pull them closer.
The scent of their flesh surrounded her like two walls of heat, too closemaking her mind reel in the chaos of remaining pleasure.
"Enough." She tried to keep her voice calm, but it cracked.
"You two are overdoing it!"
Viktor pulled her closer to him with a more forceful, almost unconscious thrust of his hips.
The hot hardness beneath pressed against her lower abdomen more clearly, rubbing through the thin fabric, reminding her of how it had felt to fill her.
"Too?" he asked, his voice full of mockery.
"Evelyn… we've been holding back all night. This is just the beginning."
Diego reached up, touched her neck with the back of his hand, gently pulled her messy hair aside to reveal her shoulder covered in hickeys.
She breathed heavily, her heart pounding in her chest.
It wasn't fear. It wasn't normal desire. It was the feeling of being wanted by two opposing forces and she was lying between them, still trembling from her climax.
Diego leaned his face close to her neck, his lips lightly brushing the air right over the red bite marks:
"Do you want to back off?"
She opened her mouth to speak but Viktor spoke first, his voice firm:
"No. If you wanted to back off, you would have already."
And it was true.
She was still standing there, between two hot, sweaty bodies. Pressed between two men's heavy breaths, unable to run away.
Viktor lifted her chin with his rough thumb, his eyes locked, dark with unquenched lust:
"Evelyn, you must understand… from the moment you stood up and faced us… this war has changed its form."
Diego pressed his hands on her hips, pulling her back slightly to keep his balance, his fingers pressing into the bruise he had just left:
"This is no longer about territory." His breath was hot against her neck. "It's about you."
She grabbed Viktor's collar to keep her balance as she was pulled in two directions, her trembling hands touching his still-hot flesh.
The movement, even though she was only doing it to steady herself, made Viktor squeeze her waist harder, pulling her against his chest.
Her breasts touched his chest, her erect nipples rubbing through the fabric. Her legs unconsciously touched Diego's legs behind her, feeling his weight.
Viktor's hand slid down to her waist, stopping at the hollow of her back, gently pulling her closer, making her feel the hot hardness pressing against her lower abdomen again.
Diego was not to be outdone. He gently pushed his thighs up from behind with a soft but heavyy force, making the back of her hips burn, remembering how he had just taken her from behind.
Evelyn choked, her voice breaking: "You two… are going too far."
"No."
Viktor leaned down, his lips only a breath away from hers, the salty taste of sweat and her still on his lips.
"We're getting to where you pushed us."
She blinked, her heart pounding so hard she couldn't breathe.
"I pushed?"
Diego chuckled softly, low and hoarse:
"Every time you look straight, every time you challenge, every time you stand close… you add fuel to the two fires."
Viktor tilted his head, his eyes dark with lust:
"And now… those two flames are coming closer together. Right. Between. You."
The pressure of two bodies pressing against her at the same time made her knees weaken a beat, her body still sensitive from the previous climax.
Diego wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, not liftiing her, but holding her tight enough so she couldn't leave, his fingers digging into her wet flesh.
Evelyn gasped, "Stop. I… am not sure."
Viktor touched his forehead to hers, sweat beading on it. His voice was low, not joking: "We are not sure either."
Diego placed his lips on the exact spot below her ear, not kising, just resting, but the heat made her whole body tighten, her nipples hard and painful.
"But," Diego whispered, "you are trembling in a way that none of us can ignore."
She bit her swollen lower lip:
"I… don't…"
Viktor pressed closer, the hot hardness below pressed against her stomach a beat stronger, his whole body tensed, he was clearly losing control again.
"Evelyn." His voice was so low that it vibrated in her chest. "You trembled because of us. That was the first time you said it without speaking."
She wanted to say "no"… but it was Diego who said it. "You just need to take a step back. If you take a step back, we stop."
Evelyn gripped Viktor's collar tighter, the fabric crumpled under her hands.
Thighs touched Diego's thighs behind, feeling the familiar heat. Chests pressed against Viktor's chest in front, nipples rubbing painfully in pleasure. Both men breaths squeezed on both sides of her neck.
She didn't take a step back.
Couldn't take a step back.
I don't know why… but I didn't protest. Again.
Viktor whispered close to her lips:
"You just chose."
Evelyn did not retreat. The two boses understood immediately what that meant. In that moment, the war between the two empires officially transformed no longer about territory… but about her.
A war more dangerous than any shooting in the past six years.