Chapter 26

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.”

“Next time there’s a party, princess.” I sink the last inch into her and exhale slowly. “Next time, wear that yellow dress Tink made for you. No panties. I want to come back to that little room and find Gaeton inside you. I don’t give a fuck if it’s tongue or fingers or cock.”

She sobs out a breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“Then he’s going to fuck you.” I lean down until my lips brush her ear and my chest is pressed to her back. “And I’m going to watch. I might even leave the door open a bit so you have to be particularly quiet.”

“Oh, gods.”

Gaeton’s hands move up to my hips and squeeze. “And after you make a round of polite talk with all those assholes, you’re going to go back in that room, lift up your skirt, and let Beast bend you over the couch.”

“Back and forth,” I murmur.

Gaeton’s words begin as soon as mine end, and we both start to move. He hisses out a breath. “How long before you’re dripping our come, Rose? How long before someone catches you on one of our cocks?”

Isabelle moans and writhes. “What if I want both?”

“Greedy.”

“Little slut.” Gaeton grins at me over her shoulder, though his expression is as pained as mine feels. “Guess you’ll have to ride my cock and put on a good enough show to tempt Beast over.”

It’s everything I can do to keep my movements slow and controlled and not pound into her, chasing the desire of this situation compounded with the fantasy we’re spinning with our words. “Wouldn’t want to smudge your lipstick. Then everyone would know.”

Each breath sobs from her lips. “My ass. You’ll have to take it like you are now.”

Gaeton curses and his hands spasm on my hips, pulling me harder into her. It causes her to writhe and clench down around both of us, which has him cursing again. “No way to pretend you’re not a little slut if someone walks into find both our cocks buried in you.”

“I’m your little slut. Both of yours.” She reaches up and cups his face and kiss him hard. “I wouldn’t stop, no matter who walked in. I’d beg you not to stop.”

It’s one fantasy we won’t play out. Not exactly like this. But … I carefully pull out of her. “Gaeton.”

He’s already nodding. “Got it.” He climbs off the bed and walks out of the room. Isabelle turns around and kisses me, pulling me down to press her against the bed.

She shivers in my arms. “You two are turning me into a sex addict.”

“Lots of fantasies to work through. Lots of ways to work through them.” And years to do it, if I have my way. I will. I refuse to fail.

Gaeton walks back into the room, carrying one of the dining room chairs. He considers and then sets it down a few feet from the bed, directly in line with the door. “Come here, Isabelle.”

I move off her so she can obey. Watching Gaeton lift her onto his cock brings me an absurd amount of pleasure. Mine, mine, mine. She wraps her arms around his neck and grins up at him. “This would be more realistic if I had a dress on.”

“Next time. I like you naked.” He motions me forward. “Don’t bother closing the door, Beast. Everyone here knows who she belongs to. How fucking needy she is.”

Isabelle starts moving even as she glances over her shoulder at me and bites her bottom lip. “It’s been too long since you were inside me.”

“Like I said. Needy.”

I grab more lube. Gaeton’s chairs are tall enough that I don’t have to squat to slide my cock back into Isabelle’s ass. I kiss the back of her neck and begin to move. Gaeton does the same a few seconds later, both of us fucking her slowly, thoroughly. I nip her earlobe and then lean up and catch Gaeton’s mouth. Perfect. Fucking perfect.

Gaeton chuckles against my lips, the sound strained. “Maybe we’ll invite Aurora to one of those parties. Though gods know she’ll have her tongue in your pussy the first chance she gets.”

Isabelle picks up her pace, riding both our cocks. “Yes.”

“So insatiable. We’ll have to take both of you back to your room to let you fuck it out. Otherwise she’s bound to have her hand up your dress by the bar.”

I drag my mouth over the back of Isabelle’s neck. “Tell him what you told me, princess.” I reach around her hip and stroke her clit as she fucks us. I’m barely moving now, letting Isabelle chase her pleasure. “Tell him your newest fantasy.”

She leans back, pressing both of us deeper into her, and guides Gaeton’s hands to her breasts. “I want to watch Aurora ride your cock.”

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“I want …” Her breath hitches and so do her strokes. “I want to eat her pussy while you’re fucking her, to have her mouth on me while one of you is inside me. Or both of you. To have her tongue fuck me while you fuck each other. To switch partners again and again and again until we can’t fuck anymore. I want …”

“An orgy,” I breathe in her ear.

“Yes,” she sobs out. And then she’s coming. She clenches so hard around us that Gaeton curses and starts driving up into her, following her over the edge. I barely pull out before I do the same, coming across her back in great spurts.

Gaeton looks up at me, his expression as dazed as if he’s been hit by a truck. “We’re really doing this.”

“Yes. We really are.” I help Isabelle stand and then do the same to Gaeton, guiding us to his bathroom. We shower in a daze, exhaustion a heaviness that seems to be weighing as hard on them as it is on me.

The other two fall asleep in Gaeton’s bed almost immediately, but I hold out a few minutes longer, relishing this feeling of contentment. Of joy. I never thought I’d get my happily ever after. I’m not certain I believed such a thing existed even before shit went so sideways in Sabine Valley. I look down at Isabelle and Gaeton. I might have failed the person I loved most in the world once, but I sure as fuck won’t do it again. It doesn’t matter who I have to remove to ensure our future is secure. I’ll do it, and gladly.

Tomorrow.

Tonight is for dreams and joy and love.