13. The Spoils Of Victory

13

THE SPOILS OF VICTORY

After dragging our freezing bodies inside, we made excellent use of the bathroom's giant shower with multiple showerheads. We kissed and teased and tasted each other until our fingers turned to prunes. But through some unspoken agreement, we didn't let each other come, opting instead to stay urgent and grasping and needy.

A new compulsion thrummed between us in the steam.

They want to marry me, they want to marry me, they want to marry me.

After toweling dry in front of the bedroom's crackling fireplace, the three of us stumbled backward onto the bed.

Flora knelt before Beau, winding a red silk tie between her fingers. "Put your arms up and around the headboard."

He arched a cocky brow. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

"The spoils of your victory." She nipped at his jaw. "Now arms up, Beau. Don't make me tell you again."

"Yes, ma'am ."

And with a raspy laugh, Beau did as he was told. He was magnificent, splayed out like that—his hands fisted around the metal, his shoulder muscles straining with the effort, his tattooed chest shuddering as Flora tied him up. I dropped to my hands and knees, crawling toward his thick thighs. She kissed down his flexing stomach. I palmed the firm muscles of his legs, sliding my hands up to his cock, jutting out and fully erect.

My mouth watered at the sight.

Her eyes found mine. She tugged my lips to hers, demanding a kiss. I gave and gave, licking into her mouth, squirming as she moaned. Squirming as Beau hissed between his teeth.

"I didn't realize torture was on the menu tonight," he grunted.

"You can pretend you hate it all you want," Flora said with a feline smile. "But Paige and I know what you love."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?"

She ducked her head and took his cock between her pretty cranberry lips. I watched her mouth slide down slowly. Heard her soft moan and Beau's ragged growl. Being endlessly teased by these two in the shower had only amplified the direness of my need for them. This couple that I'd pined for, ached for, loved fiercely.

This couple I was going to marry.

She sped up her movements, taking him deeper and humming as she did so.

" Fuck , Flor," he groaned. "You're too good to me."

I reached forward, entranced, and gathered her wet hair in my fist. When I pulled, she moaned again, then released him and said, "Your turn, babe."

My gaze flew up to meet Beau's feral one. His jaw clenched, and the tendons in his forearms were visible as he wrenched at his restraints. I kept our eyes locked together and did the same as Flora, lowering my mouth down as much as I could take. He was thick and salty, stretching my lips. And the sound he made when his cock hit the back of my throat wasn't human. It was raw and desperate, an animal keening that became a chanting of my name.

"Goddamn, you've got a mouth like heaven," he panted.

My toes curled at the worship in his voice, even as he was so clearly on the edge already. I released him and beckoned Flora to join me. We ran our tongues up opposite sides of his shaft, letting our mouths meet in the middle for sloppy kisses.

Beau's hips rose from the mattress, eager for more. I wrapped my fist around the base as Flora took him into her mouth again and hollowed her cheeks. His head tipped back, and beads of sweat dotted his throat. When she lifted her head, I replaced her—tasting Flora on Beau as I took him as deep as I was able. She twisted her fingers in my hair, setting off sharp spikes of pleasure and pain. I moaned and took him deeper, let her hand guide me up and down as Beau writhed on the bed.

When she finally pulled me up, her lips were swollen, eyes heavy-lidded.

"Behind you, in the drawer, is a bottle of lube," she said. "Can you grab it for me?"

I obeyed, handing it over as she shot Beau a smirk. She coated her finger and said, "Do you want to get fucked, Beau?"

"Please, god , I'll do anything," he begged hoarsely.

Then he spread his legs wider, giving her greater access. She trailed her finger down his cock and over his balls. Dipped, and then she was pushing her finger inside the tight ring of his ass.

I was utterly captivated and frozen to the spot. Beau cursed with every thrust of Flora's finger and when she nodded at me, I took him between my lips again.

He strained so hard against the headboard, I worried it might break. The power I had over this man, the power I had over them both , sent an electric rush of arousal up my spine. They'd fallen to their knees and sung my praises, pinned me down and trembled with need.

All for me .

I sat back on my heels and wiped my hand across my mouth. "I wanna watch you two fuck each other."

He exhaled harshly. "Get up here and ride me, Flor. Show Paige how you like it."

With a coy grin, she crawled to him and swung her legs around his waist. His fingers grabbed at the metal he was tied to like he was trying to rip it apart. When she dropped her head towards his, Beau surged up and took her mouth and they groaned together. She kept them connected as she lowered herself onto his cock, and as his head fell back, she ran a tongue up the column of his throat.

They were so fucking beautiful together. And they were mine .

Flora planted her hands on his chest and fucked him in fast, short strokes. The sounds of their heavy breathing filled the room, and I watched her nails bite into his muscles. Watched her hips as she rose and fell, stared at the way her breasts shook, her nipples peaked, his lips half-curled in a snarl. They never took their eyes off each other, letting me in on a moment so private I felt decadently voyeuristic.

I grabbed the bottle of lube and coated my finger, fighting a smile when Beau saw and released a choked gasp. I cocked my head and waited for his permission.

"Fuck me while Flor rides me," he bit out. "Take me over the edge, gorgeous."

Flora sighed happily and moved faster, just as I pushed my finger inside him. His hips punched up at the invasion, and Flora squealed.

"Sweet fucking Christ ," he cursed. "Don't stop."

I didn't, not even when she dropped her hands onto Beau's thighs and leaned back, putting her naked body on display right in front of me. I didn't pause to think. Instead, I bent my arm to keep my finger thrusting inside Beau and lowered my mouth to Flora's cunt. It took a few uncoordinated seconds to match her motions, but once I did, I lapped my tongue at her swollen clit.

She let out an agonized wail. Then she palmed the back of my head and held me there, grinding against my tongue with Beau's cock deep inside her. We were a mass of sweating, writhing bodies on the bed—hands and fingers and tongues, salt-slicked skin and their moans, rising in volume.

Flora came in huge spasms, rocking erratically against my mouth. Then she replanted her hands and rode Beau fast, slamming her hips down over and over. I twisted my finger inside him and matched her pace, until he came with a shout that shook the bed. She tumbled off a second later, and they lay together, breathing like they'd run ten miles through the snow.

I watched them with an affection so strong it threatened to crack my heart wide open.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you okay?"

She laughed, reaching up to untie his wrists. "Never been better. How about you?"

"Feels like every single cell in my body got rearranged, but I'll manage." Then he crooked a finger my way. "Come here."

I moved toward them, almost shy after what we'd done. Beau gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close, giving me a bruising kiss. "That was like nothing I've ever felt before, ever experienced before. I could feel everything between us." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "I could feel you and Flor, loving me."

She snuggled against his side. "You deserve all that love, Beau Duvall."

He stroked her hair. "So do you, darlin'."

When two sets of eyes landed on me, on my body, I felt the air shift from sleepy satisfaction to something darker. Hungrier.

Beau's hand on my neck closed around my throat. "We want you to feel how much we love you. Can we show you?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Do you trust us?"

"Always."

His fingers tightened. "Go lay on your side by Flora."

I obeyed eagerly and was suddenly surrounded by them both—Flora in front of me, Beau curving around me from behind. Their bodies were so warm, an intriguing blend of solid and soft, and their fingers tangled together as they trailed their hands up and down, exploring.

She hooked two fingers inside of me as Beau palmed my aching breasts.

"Look at how beautifully you fit between us," she murmured. "Like you were always here, always with us."

He lifted the hair from my neck and roamed his mouth over the nape. While Flora sucked my nipple between her lips, he ground his cock against my ass. I cried out, already painfully close.

"We used to fantasize about you when we were in bed together," Beau said roughly. "Talk about how we'd fuck you, what filthy things we'd do to this beautiful body."

I hummed under my breath. "Like what?"

There was a shifting on the bed—Flora and Beau moving downward. Two hot mouths, dancing along my rib cage, my shoulder blades, my spine, and my belly. I shivered from the dual sensations, from every teasing touch and wet tongue. She hooked my left leg onto her shoulder, curling her arm around to hold me open so she could give my pussy a long lick.

I gasped and looked down, her eyes locked on me as her tongue darted out again. I palmed her head, my fingers in her hair, and her eyes closed in pleasure.

Behind me, Beau was still trailing kisses down the entire length of my spine. His hands slid down my waist and gripped my ass cheeks, hefting and grabbing my flesh. A husky, appreciative sound rumbled from his chest while he closed his teeth around my skin.

"What I want to do to you here," he growled, biting me again. "We dreamed about this too, Paige."

"Wh-what?" I gasped. My lower body was trapped between them and being skillfully devoured by their mouths.

His thumb circled the tight ring of my ass. I clenched as another wave of pleasure washed over me. "Can I lick you here?"

"Yes, yes, please," I sobbed.

Beau's arm entwined with Flora's to prop up my leg. When I craned my neck to peek, my vision almost went dark at the seductive fantasy in front of me. Flora's face buried in my cunt and Beau's buried in my ass. I felt his breath feather over my sensitive skin and then his tongue, licking a smooth circle. His moved slow, maddeningly so, while Flora's darted fast.

I wasn't sure I could handle this much pleasure, this much sheer, overwhelming euphoria.

"Oh god, oh god, oh my god," I cried, growing incoherent the longer they lapped at me. He squeezed my ass as her tongue worked from side to side, sending me higher and higher and higher.

"I'm going to…I'm so…"

They increased the pressure of their mouths at the same exact time. It sent me soaring into a dazzling stratosphere I never wanted to return from. I came and came and came, writhing between them as they wrenched every last bit of pleasure from my body. I was trembling from head to toe, my chest heaving as I gasped. Flora stayed where she was, kissing my thighs, my hips. But Beau was crawling up my back and lining his cock against my entrance.

I hissed and arched, sensitive and needing to be fucked more than I needed oxygen to breathe. His right hand gripped my hip, fingers tight on my skin, and he ran his tongue up the back of my neck.

"I need to fuck you again," he groaned into my hair. "Just like this, with Flora's mouth on your cunt."

My mind went blank, every single thought vacating as I attempted to comprehend what that meant. A helpless keening came from the back of my throat. I reached behind and grabbed the back of Beau's head.

"Please, now ."

He thrust his cock all the way inside, so deep that I cried out. Then he set a steady rhythm, rocking us in the sweetest grind. His cock dragged across every nerve ending—skillfully, deliberately. And his mouth stayed at my ear, so I could hear every rasping breath, every time he whispered my name.

Flora moaned from between my legs. I watched her dark eyes flick across our moving bodies, her fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. Her tongue moved in time with Beau's cock, firm, sweeping circles that made me wail and squirm.

And I thought I was soaring through a stratosphere before. This pleasure was indescribable, an unrelenting arc of ecstasy flowing across every nerve ending. I bucked against her mouth and pushed back on Beau's cock. Seeking both, needing both, overcome with how turned on they were.

Touching me, fucking me, loving me.

He slammed harder against me. "This is one of our favorite fantasies," he drawled in my ear. "Pinning you between us and fucking you without mercy, making you come so many times you beg us to stop."

"I wouldn't beg," I sighed. "I can take it all."

He twisted his hips and hit an angle that dimmed my vision. "That's right you can. You can, and you will."

Flora sucked my clit between her lips. I was balanced on the razor-thin edge of climax and losing my coherence.

"Come…come with me, Beau? Pl…please?"

He swore and bit my neck, working his cock between my legs as Flora flattened her tongue against my clit. This climax tore through me like a torrential rainstorm, brutal and savage and fierce. Destroying everything in my life I'd once known. Beau came with the same intensity, groaning my name and Flora's and losing himself in the final throes. I could feel him shuddering, could feel his panting breath against my nape.

And when he gently, tenderly, rolled away from me, he brought me to my back and peppered my temple and hair with kisses. I flopped my arms overhead, fully out of breath and still floating somewhere with the planets. Flora crawled up my body and cracked a cute smile.

"So was that okay?" she asked playfully.

"I'll never recover," I promised. "Leave me in this bed. I live here now."

"And did you feel us?" she asked, tracing my cheek with her finger. "Did you feel us loving you?"

It was like a fist closing around my throat. I heard all that was unsaid in those words— you can trust us, you can love us, we want you forever . I nodded, unable to speak, and her smile only grew more brilliant. Beau stroked my hair softly, and I closed my eyes, letting them soothe me as my head still spun.

"Flora," he said suddenly, amusement in his voice, "tell us what you need right now."

My eyes flew open again to find Flora writhing and chewing on her bottom lip. "I need to come after watching you."

Beau draped his arm over my waist, reaching for her. He twirled a finger, and she laid flat, legs wide. When his two fingers landed on her clit, her spine arched off the bed.

"Oh god, that's it," she chanted. "I'm already so close."

He worked his fingers and whispered at my ear. "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? Look at her, Paige. She's a fucking angel. Our angel."

I curled onto my side and drank her in—her smooth belly, the red flush creeping up her neck, her honey-blond hair fanned out on the pillow. I took her nipple between my lips. She hissed and cupped my head, holding me there. I groaned, lapping at the tip as Beau circled her clit. Her skin was so soft, and the air smelled like our combined arousal. Sweat and salt and musk.

Flora came with a sharp, pleading cry then collapsed back against the bed with a sleepy smile.

Beau pulled us close, until we were nothing but a pile of tangled, exhausted limbs. Loved, on both sides.

Held and cherished and protected.