Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Beast

I don’t expect to sleep. Rest and I aren’t on good terms, haven’t been since I took what little I owned and fled Sabine Valley, leaving the only family I’ve ever known behind. Leaving the only man I ever loved. Eight years later, and I still have no fucking idea if they’re alive or dead, if he’s alive or dead. I have to assume the latter. We were supposed to meet in Carver City, but if Cohen ever showed up here, I would know about it. He hasn’t. He never will now.

I was supposed to protect him and his brothers. I wasn’t good enough. Over the years, I’ve come up with half a dozen things I should have done differently, half a dozen opportunities I alone had to shift the tide. I failed him. His blood is on my hands, and that knowledge still haunts me in both waking and dreaming. Most nights are a slow ticking of seconds marking the path of the moon across the sky interspersed with restless dreams. I expect tonight to be more of the same.

So when I wake in a strange bed to Isabelle’s ass rocking against my hard cock, I’m disoriented as fuck. It feels like a dream, though mine are usually soaked in blood and loss. This is something else altogether, more like this moment something too good to be real. I don’t trust it, but I also can’t help myself.

I don’t want it to end.

I keep my eyes shut, unwilling to break the sleepy spell wrapped around me, and coast my hands up her body, tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her breasts. She grinds her ass more insistently against me. Like she needs my cock, but she’s just as caught in the dream as I am. Move too much and it all becomes real. Real motivation. Real consequences.

Another slow stroke down her body and she catches my hand, guiding it between her thighs. If I don’t think too hard, this could almost be a memory, rather than something playing out in real time. She didn’t sleep over nearly as often as I would have liked, but every time it happened, we woke up just like this. Her body moving restlessly against mine, my cock sliding into her before either of us was fully awake.

I cup her pussy and have to fight back a curse when I find her wet. Slowly, oh so slowly, I trace her opening. Teasing us both.

She goes perfectly still except to spread her thighs to allow me better access. Good girl. I drag my mouth over the line of her shoulder and shift down the slightest amount. She rocks her hips again and then my cock is there, pressing against her entrance.

I shouldn’t.

I can pretend this is a dream until the end of time, but there’s no mistaking the way Gaeton’s weight dips the mattress on the other side of Isabelle. We entered into this bargain together, and it feels too close to what we had before to just fuck her now while he sleeps on beside us. Too separate.

I circle her clit and open my eyes. And find Gaeton staring directly at me.

Shock freezes me. This is no dream. But then, I knew that the moment Isabelle moved against me. It’s been over a year since we woke up like this, except we never woke up like this, with Gaeton watching us with a lazy pleasure building in his eyes.

I raise my eyebrows in silent question. Apparently we were putting on a show and I hadn’t realized. Maybe it should bother me. This man has been my strongest competition since I accepted a position with the Man in Black. For nearly a decade, we’ve fought and jockeyed for positions of favor, both with Orsino and with Isabelle.

All that seems so far away right now.

At the end of the day, we want the same things. We always have.

I stop playing with Isabelle’s clit and pull the sheets off us, exposing us to Gaeton’s sight. There’s no mistaking exactly what we were doing, exactly how close to fucking we are. And then I wait, ignoring Isabelle’s restless shifting. She obviously hasn’t opened her eyes yet.

Gaeton takes his time. He stares at my cock long enough that I can actually feel myself getting harder under his attention. The man looks at my dick like he wants to suck me dry.

Last night was supposed to be a one-time thing, us proving a point, though I’ll be the first to admit one has to squint a bit to make that logic work. Truth be told, I don’t want it to be a one-time thing. All our pent-up aggression is one match strike away from being pure lust. I’ve always suspected it, but last night more than proved my theory. Having his ass like that was barely enough to whet my appetite. Surely he feels the same way?

Why not take advantage of this opportunity and fuck out some of these conflicting feelings over the next two weeks?

I press one hand to Isabelle’s stomach, keeping her pinned to me, and shift down a bit more to grip my cock with my free hand. I hold Gaeton’s gaze and stroke it, letting him see the challenge there. Letting him do with it what he will.

He doesn’t hesitate. He slides down the mattress and then his mouth is around my cock and I have to press my forehead to the back of Isabelle’s neck to keep from making a sound. The man doesn’t play coy. He sucks me down like his next breath is on the other side of my length.

In my arms, Isabelle has gone completely still. I feel her lean forward enough to see what Gaeton is doing and she lets loose the most delicious whimper. “Oh fuck.”

Gaeton slows his pace, and I don’t have to look to know he’s holding Isabelle’s gaze as he swallows me down. My hands are shaking and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

I never, ever, enter a sexual encounter without having a plan. Losing control is inexcusable when engaging in vanilla sex. Losing control when you’re in charge of a scene? No fucking way.

I’m not in control now. I didn’t have a plan when I started this, and now I’m simply hanging on to Isabelle and riding the waves of pleasure Gaeton’s giving me. He moves almost all the way off my cock and gives me several rough strokes while he tongues my slit.

This time, I can’t keep my curse inside. “Fuck, Gaeton.”

“Mmm.” He doesn’t loosen his grip on me but his whiskers brush my aching flesh and Isabelle’s body jerks.

“Is he licking your pussy, princess?”

I hold her still as she gasps. “Yes.”

A movement and he sucks hard on the head of my cock, and then he’s gone, obviously giving her clit the same treatment. Over and over again, until my legs are shaking and I can’t stand it any longer. “Finish one or both, Gaeton. Now.”

“Finish it yourself.” He fists my cock, guiding me to Isabelle’s entrance, until I’m buried in her up to the point where he grips me.

Holy shit.

I start to fuck her and she’s moaning and whimpering and shaking from his tongue on her clit, but Gaeton’s fist keeps us both from what we need. From my cock seated deep inside her. From rough, strong strokes designed to get us both off. Instead, we’re poised on the precipice, pleasure tightening further and further.

Then Isabelle cries out and her pussy clamps around me as she comes. It’s still not enough. Fuck, but it’s nowhere near enough.

Gaeton moves down and then he’s licking my cock around where I’m buried in Isabelle, as if trying to clean her orgasm right off me. I reach around her and dig my fingers into his hair. Finally, finally, he releases me and I sink deep into her.

Which is when Gaeton starts on my balls.

I fucking lose it. “Roll over.” I don’t wait for them to obey. I’m already moving, hooking Isabelle around the waist and going to my knees behind her with Gaeton on his back between our spread thighs. I lean back and press my hand to his chest. “Don’t you fucking stop until I’m coming.”

“Yes, Sir,” he growls, and then his mouth is on my balls again and on the sensitive flesh behind them.

I press a hand to the middle of Isabelle’s back and she eagerly lands on her chest, her ass in the air. It doesn’t escape my notice that I had Gaeton in damn near this same position last night. It feels so right to do this now, to drive deep into her while his mouth is all over me below.

I feel fucking immortal. I don’t ever want to stop.

Gaeton grips one of my thighs with his big hand and then his wet finger is at my ass, pressing deep so that my own thrusts have him fucking my ass even as I fuck Isabelle’s pussy.

She fists the sheets, thrusting back to meet my strokes until the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room. “Harder, Beast. Fuck me harder.”

I comply. I grip her hips and yank her back onto my cock as I surge forward. Again and again and again, fighting against my building pleasure to ensure she comes a second time, to feel her pussy spasm around me again. And then she’s orgasming, writhing so intensely, I can barely keep hold of her. It’s too much. I can’t hold out any longer. I moan as I follow her over the edge, pumping her full of my come. She slumps forward onto the mattress and Gaeton lifts his head to suck my half-hard cock into his mouth. He releases me with a wicked grin. “My turn.”

Sweet Jesus, I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, but I’m suddenly sure that two weeks is nowhere near enough time.