by Katee Robert
She held her breath, watching his strokes become less even, watching his blue eyes slide shut as he swore long and hard, watching for the exact moment where he lost control and came deep inside Galen.
Time stood still.
Meg couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but watch as Theo pulled out of Galen and slumped next to him, pausing to drop a quick kiss on his mouth before he rolled onto his back.
This…
She wanted this. All of it. The reservations that clung to her like cobwebs from the moment she decided on this path went up in flames. Who the fuck cared what the future brought? They had right now, and right now Meg needed these two men. She needed to be with them together and separate and to be able to watch at her leisure just like she was now.
Except the feeling pounding through her blood wasn’t leisure.
It was desperation.
“Theo.” Her voice came out hoarse and broke in the middle of his name so she swallowed and tried again. “Theo, please.”
He rolled onto his side and ran a hand down Galen’s chest. Galen arched into the touch, a giant wolf of a man. “She said please.”
“It was such a nice please, too.” Theo grinned, his blue eyes hot on her. “Apparently she liked the show.”
“Apparently.”
Theo gave a stretch of his own and rolled off the bed. He offered Galen a hand and hauled him to his feet. “You’ve held on this long, princess. Hold on a bit longer.” And then the bastard walked into the bathroom. Seconds later, the shower turned on.
Galen stared after him and then spun on his heel and stalked toward her. She lost sight of him as he moved behind her, and Meg forced herself not to try to twist to follow his movement. It wouldn’t work and she’d look like an idiot. She couldn’t stop the shivers of need racking her body, though.
“Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” And then his voice was in her ear, its vibrations drawing her nipples to hard peaks. He ducked under her arm and sat on the edge of the bed. “Spread.”
Meg nearly sagged in relief and then scrambled to obey. She spread her legs wide, fighting to keep from cursing him for taking so long to touch her.
He saw it, though. Of course he did. He reached down and pushed his middle finger into her, cupping her pussy with his big hand. “Do. Not. Move.”
She bit her bottom lip, half sure she’d taste blood. Her need pulsed through her like a live thing, demanding she take this pleasure and grind against his palm until she orgasmed. She was so turned on, it would take a grand total of five seconds and it would all be over.
Galen’s lips twitched. “Good girl.” He withdrew slowly and pumped his finger back into her. “You like this.”
“Yes.” She vibrated with the need to move, pleasure dancing closer with each drag of the pad of his finger over the spot deep inside her. “Galen, I’m—”
“Don’t you dare come,” his voice lashed her, sharp enough to fight back the budding orgasm. “You take what we give you. And I didn’t give you permission to come.”
It took her three tries to find her words. “I don’t think I’m into BDSM.”
“BDSM?” He smirked. “Baby, this isn’t even close. You broke the rules, and that deserves a punishment.” He kept fucking her slowly with his finger, his forbidding gaze daring her to break his command. “Do you feel contrite?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Galen, please, I’m so close, please.”
His expression softened and, for one eternal heartbeat, she thought he would be merciful. “No.” He gave her one last pump and withdrew. Holding her gaze, he lifted his hand and sucked his middle finger into his mouth, tasting her. She moaned, a desperate animal sound that Meg couldn’t have controlled if she’d tried… and she didn’t even think to try.
“Mmmm.” He looked down his body, and she followed his gaze to where his cock was hard once more. “How close are you to coming?”
“Close,” she whispered.
He stood and pressed a devastatingly soft kiss to her mouth. “Good.” Galen sifted gentle fingers through her hair, his dark eyes unforgiving. “Next time you get off to the idea of me watching you while you fuck Theo, you better make damn sure I’m in the room.” He brushed his lips against her forehead, the tender touch completely at odds with his rough words. “I’m going into that shower and I’m going to brace Theo against the wall, and then I’m going take his ass. He always loses his mind when I hit the right spot, and you’ll hear him moaning though you won’t get the same show you did just now.”
Her throat tried to close and her eyes burned. “Galen, I’m sorry.”
There it was again, that softening that hit her like a sucker punch. This time, he didn’t smother the expression. He smoothed her hair back. “I’m not. I’m just as much of a selfish bastard as Theo is, and I’m not sorry that he reeled you back in. I’m sure as fuck not sorry that you’re stuck with us for the time being.” He gave her a slow smile that held a hint of meanness despite looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole. “But I’m a spiteful asshole and so, fuck yeah, I’m going to punish your pretty pussy until you’re begging for mercy, and we’re all three of us going to enjoy every minute of it.” He laughed, low and sinful. “Well, I’m going to enjoy every minute of it. You’re going to stand here and suffer a little bit longer before you earn that reward of yours.”
He dropped to his knees, hitched her right leg over his shoulder and then his mouth was on her, fucking her pussy the same way he’d fucked her with his finger. Warm and wet and wanton, moving up to tongue her clit in deliciously slow circles designed to make her loose her mind.
He told her not to come.
Meg bit her bottom lip again, harder this time, fighting against that slow slide toward oblivion. She couldn’t help it. It was too good and on the heels of his harsh words, too damn forbidden. Her hands flailing in the cuffs, grasping at air as her knees went out, and then Galen was holding her weight, lifting her to his mouth to get better access.
Oh god, she was going to orgasm.
She writhed, planting her free foot against his shoulder and kicked, wrenching him away from her. He hit the bed and the bastard had a shit-eating grin on his face. He swiped a thumb across his bottom lip. “Good girl.”
He ducked back under her arm and gave her ass a stinging slap. And then he was gone, disappearing after Theo into the bathroom. Several long minutes later, low moans echoed through the space, proof that Galen was as good as his word.
Meg sagged in her cuffs. She closed her eyes, her pussy pulsing in time with her racing heart, her body crying from averted pleasure. She should hate them. She should scream and fight and curse until they let her down so she could suffer the rest of her humiliation in peace.
And yet…
She shivered, the faint sound of flesh meeting flesh coming from the bathroom. Of Galen fucking Theo. She could see it perfectly in her mind, exactly as he’d described. Theo’s hands braced on the wall, Galen’s on Theo. His big cock disappearing into Theo’s ass with each savage thrust. Meg moaned and her hips moved of their own volition, seeking friction, practically humping the air with her need.
The shower turned off.
She opened her eyes as, seconds later, Theo and Galen strode back into the room. Galen took up a nearly identical position as he’d been in when she walked into the room, against the head of the bed, one hand tucked casually behind his head. The only difference was that he was gloriously naked now. Theo moved behind her, a presence she felt even before he stroked his hands over her body, along her sides up to cup her breasts and then back down to her hips, one dipping to explore her pussy. “Poor Meg. Aching and empty and teased until pleasure becomes pain. You’ve suffered admirably, and you followed our Galen’s orders so sweetly.” His thumb brushed her clit and he pressed his body against her back. “Are you ready for your reward, princess?”
9
Theo uncuffed Meg and let the chains dangle back against the bedposts, a visual rem
inder of where she’d been and where she may be again. Seeing her cuffed there, her body flushed with lust, her eyes on them as he moved in Galen… It had taken every ounce of Theo’s not-inconsiderate willpower not to call the whole thing off and drag her into bed with them. He loved Galen. He enjoyed the hell out of Meg. But the three of them together?
Fucking perfection.
He lifted her hair from her neck and twisted it around his fist. “You didn’t answer me, princess.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I’m ready for my reward.”
He couldn’t keep himself from touching her, running his hands over her tight little body, exploring her in a way he hadn’t been able to since that first night. When they were together in his apartment last week, it had been fast and furious fucking with short periods of exhausted rest in between.
This was different. This was more.
Theo cupped her breasts, enjoying their weight as much as he enjoyed her sharp inhale. “You were so very, very good. I’m prepared to let you choose how you want your reward delivered.”
“Both. I want both of you.”
He grinned at Galen over her shoulder, but his friend had too much control to let his intense expression flicker. He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her head to the side so he could taste the sensitive spot on her skin. Meg smelled like summer, bright and sunny with a hint of floral.
Like home.
He tamped down on the sorrow the thought brought. In the six months since he’d last been in his country, he’d traveled the world. Nowhere else brought about the same complicated mess of responsibility and love and anger that Thalania created in him. He missed it.
He’d get it back, but that was a fight for tomorrow. Tonight was about Meg and Galen and finally getting them to where he wanted them to be.
Together.
Theo lifted her into his arms. “Okay, princess. You can have both of us.” He moved around the bed and set her on the edge. “Lay against the headboard.”
She scrambled to obey, taking up a spot just off the center, putting herself right next to Galen. Galen responded by rolling onto his side and dragging his big hand down the center of her body, stopping just over her belly button.
Theo drank in the sight of them. She was so tiny next to Galen, a breakable thing to be protected at all costs compared to the modern-day warrior who would go to battle for Theo in a heartbeat. Her pale unmarked body almost perfectly complimented the scars on Galen’s darker skin. Beauty and the Beast.
And they were his.
“Give her a kiss, Galen. I’d say she’s earned it.”
Galen leaned down and claimed her mouth. She whimpered and tried to turn toward him, but he easily held her flat on her back with his hand over her stomach. Giving Theo a view.
Watching wasn’t usually Theo’s preference—he liked to be right in the middle of things—but they created such a captivating sight that he was content to crawl onto the bed and sit just out of reach near their feet.
The punishment had thrown Meg off. It was the only explanation for her taking a full minute to realize she didn’t want to lay passively and take whatever Galen gave her. His princess wasn’t the passive type, which was why he enjoyed fucking with her so much. She reached down and fisted her small hand around Galen’s cock, the sight sending all of Theo’s blood rushing south.
Galen was having none of it, of course. He liked things the way he wanted them and to hell with anyone else. He grabbed her wrist and pinned both arms over her head, barely breaking the kiss before he took her mouth again. If left to his own devices, he’d tease her until she lost the ability to do more than beg.
Another night.
Theo moved, shifting to settle near their hips. He parted Meg’s legs, guiding one over Galen’s thighs and the other over Theo’s shoulder. She tried to break the kiss, but Galen used his free hand to cup her jaw, keeping her mouth on his. Good boy.
Theo ran his thumbs down either side of her, parting her folds. Her pussy glistened with desire and he could no more deny himself a taste than he could deny his next breath. He licked her slowly, taking his time and enjoying the way her hips jerked beneath his grip. She was so wound up, if he didn’t let her come soon, she might shatter. Galen had teased her too long, and they were bordering on cruel.
He loved it.
Theo sucked on her clit, working her with lips and tongue as he pushed two fingers into her. He kept his pace consistent, driving her breath by breath to the edge. Her thighs went tense and clamped around his head and then her fingers were in his hair, holding him to her. As if he wanted to be anywhere else. Theo loosened his grip on her hips, letting her ride his face as she took her pleasure. Her pussy clamped around his fingers as she came, and Theo looked up her body to watch Galen eat her cries.
Beautiful.
He kept fucking her with his fingers as he brought her down. One orgasm was nowhere near enough after how long they’d teased her, but he had other plans for the next. Theo lifted his head and withdrew his fingers to trace down the seam of her body to her ass and press against her lightly. As expected, she froze. “Tell me something, princess.”
Galen released her mouth and moved down her body to cup her breasts. She stared at Theo with wild hazel eyes. “What?”
He pressed against her again, more firmly this time. “You said you wanted both of us.”
“Yes.” She dug her heels into the mattress, though whether it was because of Galen’s mouth on her breasts or Theo’s finger pressed against her ass was anyone’s guess. Meg seemed to realize she was on the verge of struggling and took a slow breath that morphed into a moan when Galen set his teeth against the underside of her breast. “I can’t think when you do that.”
“Good,” Galen murmured.
“Galen.” Theo put enough steel in his tone that his friend growled and moved back a little. They couldn’t afford to push her too hard, and muddling her ability to say yes was out of the question. No one would wake up tomorrow with regrets. He’d make damn sure of it. Theo waited for Meg to meet his gaze again, keeping up the steady pressure against her without actually penetrating. “Is this what you want?”
She propped herself up on her elbows. “I… Yes. I want both of you. I just…” Trepidation flared in her hazel eyes. “This is new territory for me.”
A virgin ass.
His cock jumped at the thought, even as Theo called himself a Neanderthal for giving a fuck if someone else had been there before. He glanced at Galen, and he didn’t need to hear his friend’s words to know his thoughts. Careful. This would require handling to ensure everyone had an equally good time. “You’ll have what you want, princess.” He nodded at Galen and moved back to grab the lube from the nightstand.
Galen snagged a pillow and then flipped Meg onto her stomach over the top of it. It left her ass a little in the air and she tensed as if expecting him to jump on her and ravish her like some kind of animal. Galen, that glorious bastard, knew it. He resumed his position next to her and kissed her as he wedged his arm beneath her body. Theo didn’t need to see it perfectly to know Galen was playing with her pussy. The way her body jerked told him everything. Galen murmured in her ear, just loud enough for it to carry to Theo. “This time I won’t hold back your orgasm, baby. While he’s pushing that big cock into your tight little ass, you’re going to ride my hand.”
“Galen—”
“That’s right. Rub that wet pussy all over me. You only get one finger right now, but that’s all you need.” He nipped her shoulder. “Theo’s watching and he’s so fucking hard for you.”
Theo climbed back onto the bed and knelt between her spread thighs. “For both of you.” He held up the lube until Galen grabbed it with his free hand, and then Theo parted her ass cheeks. She was so wet from their mouths and her earlier orgasm that it had wet her here, too, but it wouldn’t be enough for what came next. He nodded and Galen squirted some lube down her crease. She jerked, but Theo wasn’t in a rush. He
ran his fingers over her and pressed the first knuckle of his middle finger into her, letting her get adjusted to the penetration. “Relax, princess. We’ve got you.”
Galen nipped her shoulder again. “Feels dirty to take your pleasure like this, doesn’t it? Grind on me, baby. Let us give you what you need.”
Theo spread more lube, pushing deeper into her, ensuring she was as ready as possible. His cock ached with need, his balls heavy and his body tight with the knowledge of what came next. Long minutes passed, broken only by Meg’s ragged breathing and Galen’s low filthy whispers about how good it felt to have her pussy riding his hand. How good it would feel when it was his cock.
Soon. Soon.
Satisfied he’d prepped her, Theo slipped his fingers out of her and slathered lube over his cock. He met Galen’s dark gaze, the desire there making it hard to breathe. This was what they’d both wanted since that first night—since far longer than that. They’d shared women before, but simple, dirty fun, with limited trust involved.
This? This required a whole hell of a lot of trust.
And Meg gave it to them.
Theo braced one hand on the side of her head and guided his cock to her ass. He bore down, but paused when she froze. Galen understood and immediately rubbed her back, soothing her. “Relax, Meg. Breathe. Just breathe and let him do the work.”
