Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 37

Alina slowly drifted awake and carefully lifted the arm that was around her waist. Sliding out of the bed, she headed to the bathroom and started a bath. Stepping into the hot water and sitting down, she closed her eyes and sighed heavily as her mind raced.

She couldn't believe she did that. What was wrong with her? He is her brother and what about all his friends? Wouldn't that make her a slut? And ugh, just imagine all the names and talk that would be spread if people found out what she just did. This is just crazy! She was crazy! She just needed to—

"Hey, what's wrong?" She opened her eyes to see Marc kneeling there in front of her.

"I...I..." her voice crackled as he leaned forward until he was inches away from her face and he wiped away her tears she didn't even know she had.

"You're not having second thoughts or regretting this are you?" He asked gently.

"Come on Marc," she sighed, "This was a bad—"

He closed the gap and kissed her. When he pulled away, she was breathless, "There is nothing wrong with us being together, Alina. We are not blood siblings, and we are consenting adults. Our parents aren't together anymore and haven't for many years. There is nothing wrong with polyamory either, it's a special thing to have that very few are able to experience so many don't understand it. We aren't doing anything wrong, Alina, I promise."

She closed her eyes and sighed, "I just don't know..."

"Is this your anxiety talking or are you having a sub drop, Beautiful?" he asked gently.

"I don't know," she shook her head. "I don't know anything anymore."

"I can't believe you are letting your fear control you," he smirked.

"This is not a joking matter, Marc!" she glared at him. "This is serious."

"Yes, is it," he nodded, "because one day you will be our wife and the mother of our children. We just need to help you get over your fear and the past. You just need to take the chance to let us show you how amazing we can be together."

"How can you be so sure?" She asked, "after everything we've been through, how can you be so certain about love, and we are meant to be?"

"Because the guys showed me that it's possible," he admitted truthfully. "It was hard to believe at first and at times I still question it, but they reassure me when I need it and we will show you as well. We will reassure you whenever you need it as much as you need it, just let us."

She bit her lip and looked down at their intertwined hands. Could she? She knew that's what she always wanted but was it really possible? She admitted to herself she wanted to feel that special with Marc again, that loved, but it terrified her as well.

"What happens if something happens?" she whispered.

He sat down and gently lifted her chin until she was looking at him. He forced himself not to inhale sharply at all the fear swirling in her eyes. "It's not always going to be good times, Alina. There will be hard times but as you have said multiple times, you have to go through the bad times to appreciate the good times. I can promise you there will be more good times than bad, and we will never be our parents. You are the only one for us, Alina, and we will never leave you."

"You'll leave me to go on assignments and to the store and—"

He burst out laughing, "alright smart ass."

"What?" Raven asked as he came into the bathroom. "Fuck," he growled seeing Alina in the tub. He stormed over to her, pushing Marc to the side, dropped to his knees and fiercely kissed her, making her gasp in surprise, which only resulted in him deepening the kiss as he wove his fingers into her hair.

"Let her breathe, Raven," Marc chuckled shaking his head as he adjusted himself.

Raven pulled back just barely and smirked at her dazed look. "Get out, Kitten."

"What?" She asked snapping back into reality, "No, get out Raven!"

"Get out or I come in," he growled.

"Nyet!" She screamed pushing against his chest, "get out Raven now! God, haven't you ever heard of privacy! Get out!"

"Last chance," he chuckled as he stood his ground.

"Get out Yevgeny now!" She glared as she sank into the bubbles as much as she could.

"Fine," he stood and she sighed in relief then gasped as Raven pulled his shirt off and started undoing his belt with a huge smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing Yevgeny?" She gasped as he pulled the belt out of his jeans.

"You nyet get out so I join," he smirked as she covered her eyes. "I tell you."

"GET OUT RAVEN NOW!" She shouted as he pulled his jeans off. "COR—"

Raven leaned down and swallowed her screams, moaning as she bit his lip. "Don't stop, Kitten," he groaned as he moved her hand to cup his large, throbbing cock.

"God Raven, stop," she gasped trying to weakly pull her hand free. All three of them could tell she wasn't trying as hard as she could. "Raven," she breathed as he licked her neck and dug her nails into his wrist. "Oh god," she moaned as her eyes closed, welcoming the soft sparks his lips painted on her skin.

"Get out, Kitten," his voice dropped even more as he gently bit her earlobe. "Now."