“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.”