by Katee Robert
As if my woman has to beg for something I’m just as desperate for. I drag her up my body and then lift her to straddle my face. Her ass must still be sore from the spanking, because she winces a little when I grip her, but her sharp inhale turns into a moan on the exhale. She loves that spice of pain, and I love that she loves it. I drag my tongue over her pussy, savoring the feel and taste of her. A dark, savage part of me loves that she’s begging for my mouth after she had Aurora going down on her like the other woman never needs to breathe. It’s not jealousy, exactly. Just a heightened possessiveness in the aftermath of that kind of game. It makes my cock so hard, I almost come the second Beast’s mouth closes around me.
He sucks me down, pleasure damn near making me black out. I growl against Isabelle and pick up my pace, as if fucking her with my tongue has any effect on the slow blowjob Beast is currently torturing me with. Slow, steady, wet heat and the drag of his tongue along the underside of my cock with each retreat. Fuck, it’s good. Too good.
I suck hard on Isabelle’s clit. Harder than I mean to. I wanted to draw this out, to tease her until she’s sobbing through an orgasm, but I left my control on the floor with my clothes. Her hands hit the wall at the head of the bed and then she’s grinding against my face as she comes. Too hard, too fast. It won’t satisfy her for long, but that’s okay.
Beast lifts his head with a dark laugh. “Got you.”
“Shut up.” I give Isabelle one last lick and then lift her off my face. He’s there to catch her, dragging her down my body to straddle my hips. It’s his hand that fists my cock and guides me into her pussy. He grips her hips as she rocks slowly, still winding down from the fast and dirty orgasm.
Beast climbs off the bed and moves to dig through the nightstand, coming up with the bottle of lube. My whole body goes tight with anticipation. This, this is what I need.
Not doubt, not reality, just us.
He urges my legs wide. “Up.” I lift my hips and Beast slides a pillow beneath me, and then shifts Isabelle a little to make room for him. Both me and Isabelle go completely still as Beast spreads the lube, and then his cock is there, pushing into me slowly but inexorably. My breath hisses out at the sensation, and I can’t help my grip flexing on Isabelle’s hips. “Fuck.”
“Mmm.” He sinks the rest of the way and gives a little pump. He cups Isabelle’s breasts and then grasps her throat with one hand and slides the other down to stroke her clit. The position bows her back, and then I can see him looking down at me and, fuck, my heart about bursts out of my chest from the wave of emotion that cascades over me as I drown in this man’s eyes.
Beast gives Isabelle’s clit a little slap. “Ride him, princess.”
She jumps and moans and then obeys, her hips finding a smooth rhythm as she seeks her own pleasure from my cock and Beast’s fingers. It’s so good, I could die. And then it gets better, because Beast starts moving, fucking my ass in a nearly perfect mimic of Isabelle riding my cock.
My brain shorts out. I know I should do something, should move, should do more than just take it, but it’s too good and it’s everything I can do not to blow right here and now. None of us are moving fast, as if we all agreed that we want this moment to last as long as possible, the threads tying us together tighter and tighter as our pleasure rises in a steady wave.
Isabelle tips over the edge first. She comes with a cry that forms into my name, into his. “Gaeton. Oh fuck. Beast.” Her pussy clenches around my cock and it’s too much. I fuck up into her, chasing my own orgasm, pumping her full of me even as I hold Beast’s eyes.
He topples Isabelle onto my chest and braces his hands on either side of me. He was playing nice before. He isn’t now. He fucks me roughly with deep strokes I swear I can feel in the back of my throat. Taking me like I’m his, like I’ve always been his and he knows exactly where my limits are and has no concern about crossing them.
It feels so fucking good, my cock twitches inside Isabelle, hardening against all reason. She moans and writhes and then we’re off again, caught in something that feels bigger than any one of us. I can’t stop. I don’t want to ever stop. I want this forever. I want it so fucking bad, it might destroy me, but what a way to go. I kiss Isabelle with everything I have until we are forced to come up for air. “I forgive you.”
Her eyes go shiny even as she works herself on my cock. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I kiss her again, framing her face in my hands and releasing that last bit of anger that’s resided in my chest for so fucking long, I feel a hundred pounds lighter.
Beast curses and then he’s coming. Isabelle follows him a moment later, the combined pleasure taking me with them. We lie in a pile on the bed, the only sound our labored breathing. Isabelle shivers. “Do you think a person can die from pleasure?”
Beast gives a rough laugh and pulls out of me. “We’re nowhere near that threshold.”
“Speak for yourself.” She nuzzles my chest, her body boneless against me. I wrap an arm around her and watch Beast disappear into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returns and we take our time cleaning up.
I frown down at the bed. “I know I said we’d stay here tonight, but I’ve changed my mind.” Especially when we have one last promise to fulfill, one last fantasy to play out. Beast may think I’ve forgotten, but fuck like I’m going to let this night end without doing what I promised.
Doing what we should have done two years ago on that sunny afternoon in Isabelle’s room.
“Yeah, agreed.” Beast pulls on his clothes, already steady on his feet. “I’ll get the car. Meet me downstairs in ten.”
“Sure.” It takes me a little longer to dress, my legs still feeling wonky. I dig through the dresser to find the clothing the Underworld keeps stashed in all the overnight rooms—and quite a few of the playrooms. Things have a habit of getting torn or otherwise ruined during play, so there are backups available. For a price, of course.
I find a pair of leggings and a shirt and take them to Isabelle. “Here.” It feels like the most natural thing in the world to dress her, and though I expect her to argue that she can do it herself, she passively allows it. I end up on my knees before her, but this time the position doesn’t sting the way it did before. “I meant it.”
She looks down at me with so much vulnerability on her pretty face. “It’s okay if you don’t yet. I—”
I take her hands. “I meant it. I forgive you.” I hesitate. “I hope you can forgive me, too, given time. I was a fucking asshole.”
She presses her lips together. “I forgave you a long time ago. I think there was more than enough of us being assholes to go around on all sides.” Isabelle tugs on my hands and I let her guide me to my feet. She gives a tentative smile. “Do you think he’s right and we can really make this work?”
I look at the door. “I wouldn’t bet against anything Beast puts his mind to. If he’s decided we can work, there’s a damn good chance he’s right.”
“I really want him to be right.”
“I do, too.” I squeeze her hands and start for the door. “Let’s go home.”
It’s not until we’re in the car driving back to my apartment that it dawns on me. This won’t be home for much longer. We’re headed back to the proper territory, sooner rather than later if we’re all in agreement in the morning. I had braced for another week and change of uncertainty, so the realization leaves the ground feeling a bit unsteady beneath my feet.
I glance at Beast as he parks. “You didn’t just come up with this plan a few hours ago.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Thought so. I frown harder. “When did you decide that this was what you wanted?”
He gives me a strangely soft smile. It will take some getting used to the man beneath the hard edges. Beast reaches out and drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Somewhere around the time you had your mouth all over my balls. Or at least that’s when I finally admitted it to myself.”
I grin. I can’t help it. “Liked
that, did you?”
“You know I did.” He gifts me with a wider smile. “I like everything the three of us do together when we’re too caught up in fucking to get in our own way. So I decided that none of us needed to choose.”
“Just like that.” I should probably be irritated, but I’m mostly amazed by his audacity. This fucker sees something he wants and goes after it with a single-minded intensity that blows me away. I never thought I’d be one of the things he set his sights on.
“Just like that.” He kisses me, quick and possessive. “I used to hate you, but that saying that hate and love are two sides to the same coin?” He shrugs without moving away. “There’s some truth to it.”
I can barely believe what I’m hearing. My heart is beating too hard, nearly drowning out the rushing in my ears that his words bring. “What the fuck are you saying?”
He grins against my mouth. “I’m saying I love you and your big cock, Gaeton Thibault. It’s not the same as what I feel for Isabelle, but it’s all tied up together the way we are. I love you and I’m keeping you.”
“It’s too fast to feel that shit.”
He finally moves back and gives me a long look. “Take your time with your own feelings, but you don’t get to tell me what I feel.”
Anyone else would seem vulnerable or nervous to start spouting talk of love after less than a week of fucking, but Beast is just … Beast. I stare at him. This isn’t anyone else, and this situation is hardly what someone would consider normal. I’ve known this man nearly a decade, and he’s infuriatingly right in this just like he has been about other things. Now that my anger and hate is gone, there’s a warm feeling in my chest that might be something akin to love. It’s not the same as what I feel for Isabelle, as it is more thorns than roses, but I hold the sensation close all the same. “There’s going to be no living with you if I tell you that I love you, too.”
He kisses me again. “I fuck harder when I’m smug. You’ll learn to enjoy it.”
“You’re infuriating.” I huff out a laugh. “I must have a masochistic streak, because I enjoy the hell out of it.”
He runs his fingers through my hair. “Let’s go up and go to sleep, Gaeton. I figure we can have another couple days before we have to start figuring out the finer details, and I have plans for that big cock of yours in the morning.”
“Not yet.”
He goes still, but it’s Isabelle who answers. “What do you mean?”
“Let’s get upstairs and then Beast has a confession to make.”
She’s frowning as we walk to the elevator, but she holds her peace until the door shuts between us and the rest of the world. Isabelle moves to the couch and perches on it. “Okay, I’m listening. What do you need to confess?”
“Tell Isabelle your fantasy.”
She looks at him sharply. “He did.”
“Not the truthful one.” I can’t stop my smug grin. “You didn’t think his wanting to fuck you on your father’s desk felt a little mundane?”
“Not that you mention it …”
“I did want that.” Beast gives me a long look and then turns to Isabelle. “But there was a day back when we were both dating you that I walked in on you and Gaeton fucking. You didn’t see me. He did.” He draws in a slow breath. “I wanted to punish you both. I wanted to fuck you both.” A small smile pulls at his lips. “That should have been my first indication that my needs were more complicated than I was admitting, but I wasn’t ready to take that step then. I am now.”
Anticipation wipes away all my exhaustion. It feels right as fuck that we’re starting off our fledgling throuple by playing out this scene. “What do you say, Rose? Should we give him his fantasy?”
“As if there’s any question of refusing him.” She’s already nodding. “Yes. Hell yes.”
Chapter 26
Beast
Isabelle walks to me and runs her hands up my chest. Her hair’s a tangled mess and her lipstick is smudged. She’s never been more beautiful to me. She leans up and presses her lips to mine. “I know you have some calls to make.”
I don’t, but I play along and nod. “Why don’t you two wait for me in the bedroom?” I catch her hips when she starts to move away. “I don’t suppose I have to tell you to be good.”
“I will.” Her sunny smile belies the wicked expression in her brown eyes. She glances over her shoulder at Gaeton, who’s watching us closely. “We both will. Right, Gaeton?”
“Sure thing, Rose.” He waits for her to move back and snags her around the waist. His grin is arrogant and lazy. “Just don’t take too long, Beast. It’d be a shame if we got bored.”
I inject a bit of steel into my tone. “Don’t.”
“Yes, Sir.” He doesn’t even try to sound like he’s going to obey, and I fucking love it. That’s not what Gaeton and I are. We’re both too dominant to play the perfect submissive game, and the challenge radiating from him whets my appetite for what comes next. It doesn’t matter that we’ve fucked more than once tonight. This is my fantasy, and they’re giving it to me just like I’ve waited two long years for.
They disappear into the bedroom, leaving the door cracked the barest inch. I lean against the wall next to it and listen, my cock getting harder by the second. There’s the soft sound of them taking off their clothes, the heavy weight that must be Gaeton sitting on the mattress.
“Come here, Rose.”
“We shouldn’t.” Her footsteps pad in his direction. A sharp inhale. “Gaeton.”
I know without a shadow of a doubt that they’re both pitching their voices higher so I can hear them. I close my eyes. Fuck, I love these two.
“Beast won’t mind if I give your pussy a little stroke.” Gaeton growls. “You don’t mind, either, do you, Rose? You like being bad.”
“Maybe.” Her breath hitches. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he’s got his fingers in her now, is stroking her need. She whimpers. “Gaeton?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you could …” Another sharp inhale.
He laughs, low and harsh. “You need my tongue, Rose? Guess you don’t want to be that good after all. Think Beast will notice if he comes in here and you’re all over my face?” He doesn’t wait for her to answer. “I don’t think you give a fuck any more than I do. Come here.”
She gives a little shriek and there’s a thud, his knees hitting the floor. Fuck, but the man likes to be on his knees. I count slowly, listening as her breathing goes hard and the west sounds of his mouth on her pussy fill the room.
Not yet.
Not quite yet.
As if Gaeton can hear me, he curses long and hard. “I can’t wait any more. I need you, Rose.”
“Yes.”
More sounds as they shift. Gaeton’s voice is deeper now, low and gravely like it gets when he’s riding the edge. “That’s right. Take my cock, little slut. Ride me slow. If we’re going to be bad, we’re going to enjoy every second of it.”
Just like that afternoon two years ago, I can hear how wet her pussy is every time she comes down on his cock. I straighten off the wall. Now.
Pushing the door open with a single fingertip is like walking into the past. The details are a little different, but the scene is the same. Gaeton is on his back in his bed, sprawled out like a barbarian king as Isabelle rides his cock in slow, decadent strokes.
He sees me first and gives me a lazy grin. “You took too long.”
Isabelle looks over her shoulder. “Sorry, Beast. We tried to hold out.”
I give them a long look. “I might believe you if you weren’t still fucking him while you apologize to me.” She starts to move off him, but I give my head a sharp shake. “Don’t stop on my account, princess. You need his cock so much? Take it.”
Isabelle flushes a deep crimson, but she obeys, shifting back to her lazy fucking of Gaeton even as she watches me. I cross the room slowly, pulling off my clothes as I do. “What am I going to do with the two of you?”
“I
could think of a few things,” Gaeton rumbles.
“Selfish,” I murmur. A thousand possibilities dance through my mind, but ultimately there’s only one way tonight needs to go. We have all the time in the world to play out alternative versions. “You always were selfish when it came to Isabelle.”
“Can you blame me?” He coasts his hands up her hips and cups her breasts as I round the bed to the nightstand. “Look at her.”
I’m looking, but not just at her. Perfect. Tonight is so fucking perfect, I can’t stand it. I grab the lube and move around to climb up onto the mattress behind Isabelle, kneeling between Gaeton’s spread thighs. “Her pussy feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Fucking paradise.”
I trace a finger down her spine, stopping at the small of her back. “I’m going to take your ass tonight, princess. Are you ready to have both of us?”
“Yes.” She clears her throat. “Yes, Sir. Yes, Sirs.”
I move my hand up and press it to the middle of her back, guiding her down to Gaeton’s chest. I hold his gaze as I spread lube over her ass. “Tomorrow, we figure out living arrangements.”
Gaeton huffs out a laugh. “Plenty of time to talk about that in the morning.”
“Yeah.” I push a finger into Isabelle and grin when she squirms. “But we’ll be spending at least half our time in the family residence.”
Understanding slowly dawns in his dark eyes. “Quite a few parties on the horizon, too.”
“Exactly.” I squeeze Isabelle’s hip and guide my cock to her ass. She’s not as experienced in this as Gaeton is, so I go slow. The last thing I want is to move too fast and hurt her. Gaeton must feel the same way, because he’s already smoothing his big hands over her body. “Relax, Rose. Let him do the work.”
“It might be easier if you take your big cock out of her pussy,” I grind out, sinking another inch into her.
“Probably.” But he makes no effort to do it.
I laugh a little. “Isabelle?”
“I’m good.” She shifts back, taking me deeper, and moans. “I’m really, really good.”
