I nod. Let’s finish this.
Chapter 23
Gaeton
By all rights, I should hate every single moment of this scene. Having Isabelle “cheat” so we could catch her. Seeing her completely undone by someone who isn’t one of us. Watching how much she enjoyed licking Aurora’s pussy. It all should be triggering the fuck out of me.
That was the problem before. I wasn’t enough for her. She had to have him, too. I didn’t really get that Beast wasn’t enough for her, either. It’s only now, as I stroke her ass, red from the spanking, and watch Beast tuck a blanket back around Aurora in preparation of us fucking Isabelle at the same time that I feel settled.
Yeah, I should hate this scene, but instead it’s been the hottest one I’ve ever participated in.
Aurora tucks her legs up underneath the blanket and snuggles back into the cushions with a happy smile. She catches me watching her and winks. It’s an effort not to give her my normal grin, to maintain the stern boyfriend persona. It’s not how I usually like to play but I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
Beast moves to stand near Isabelle’s head, waiting for my direction. It might be the first time in his fucking life where he’s answering to me, and it’s not submission, but it feels just as good as everything else we’ve done tonight. This was supposed to be about putting on a show for Ursa to prove that we’re united beneath Cordelia and too strong to fuck with. Somewhere along the way, it became solely about us.
I squeeze Isabelle’s ass again, making her jump and moan. She’s ready. I nod at Beast and he moves to undo one of her arms and shift the bench around to drop the section beneath her head and give him room to work. I pitch my voice low, just for the three of us. “If you need to safe out, slap his hip with the hand he just freed. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Beast wraps her hair around one fist and undoes his jeans with the other. I’m tall enough that I get a good look at his cock and, fuck, the guy is freakishly perfect everywhere. He looks up, his blue eyes full of the memory of what we did in the storage closest, full of the promise of what comes later. The metal of his piercing glints and then Isabelle is sucking him deep.
I give her a few seconds let her adjust to him. There will be no mercy once we get going, but I can afford a little now. I undo my slacks slowly and take my cock out. Isabelle is so wet, the evidence is all over her thighs. Our woman likes spankings as much as she likes Aurora.
I drag my cock over her pussy, teasing her. “You ready to take this cock, Rose?” The endearment slips out, and I don’t try to take it back. I never stopped loving this infuriating woman. The feeling should have soured long before now, turned brittle and poisonous. Instead, it’s only gotten stronger. I don’t know what the future holds, but we have right now.
It’s enough.
It has to be enough.
I slam into her hard enough to rock her forward the tiniest bit despite the restraints. She cries out around Beast’s cock, and it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Don’t hold back,” I command.
Beast nods. “I won’t.”
We fuck her. There’s no other word for it. I don’t want one. I drive into her tight pussy again and again, searching for the salvation I know is just out of reach. Beast is doing the same thing with her mouth, though he’s being slightly more careful. The goal isn’t to hurt her, even if we’re technically mid-punishment.
We make a good show of it. There’s no other way around it. We fuck Isabelle until she’s sobbing around Beast’s cock and her pussy is clenched tight enough that I’m having to fight against coming. From past experience, I know the angle of the bench is almost enough friction on her clit to get her off, but this part of the scene isn’t about her. Or, rather, it is and it isn’t.
She’ll come plenty later tonight.
Beast holds my gaze and, for the first time since I’ve known him, he’s not wearing a mask. He’s looking at me like he did in the storage closet. Like he wants me. Like he … owns me. Maybe that’s why I throw caution to the wind. I’ve never been that good at restraint. Not when it comes to the things I want, not when it comes to a single damn thing in life. It’s gotten me into trouble more than once, and it will again. Probably right fucking now, because I want to kiss him and I can’t think of a single reason not to.