Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I don’t hate it. I don’t hate it at all.
I blink.
“What are you thinking, princess?” Beast murmurs in my ear.
It doesn’t even occur for me to lie. “That the thought of her fucking either of you—both of you—is hot as hell.”
He pulls back and gives me a long look. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Again, no hesitation. No lies. Just a truth that I’ve discovered and feels strange and new and a little wonderful.
He nods once. “We’ll discuss it another time.” Then he lifts me onto the bar and sets me right between Aurora’s spread thighs. He grabs the back of my neck and forces me down to where her pussy is wet and pink and pretty enough that my mouth waters. “Lick her pussy, princess. Make her come sweetly and we might lighten the punishment you so richly deserve.”
I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter 22
Beast
Isabelle delights me to no end. I knew I loved the woman, but even when I spun out the terms of this pact, I didn’t expect this. Amazed, I lift my gaze to find Gaeton looking the same kind of shell-shocked as he watches Isabelle eat Aurora’s pussy. I find lust and surprise and the tiniest bit of anger in his dark eyes. But then, Gaeton is always angry these days. He just covers it better than some.
I keep my hand on the back of Isabelle’s neck, though she’s not fighting me in the least. His big hand cages Aurora’s throat in a similar way, preventing her from sitting up, but not putting any pressure on her. “Did you know Aurora was such a little brat?”
He shrugs massive shoulders. “She worked with Tink too long.”
Aurora cries out and her back bows, Isabelle wrenching an orgasm from her. I lift my brows, but our woman doesn’t seem interested in stopping. Despite myself, I chuckle as I haul her off the Aurora. “Greedy. So endlessly greedy.”
She tries to look repentant, an impossible feat with the happy grin on her face. “I’m sorry, Sir.” She looks at Gaeton. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Gaeton shakes his head slowly. “No, you’re not.” He pulls Aurora up into a sitting position and narrows his eyes on her. “And you, little troublemaker. I ought to put you in time-out for pulling that shit.”
She gives him a radiant smile. “If you think it would help.”
Gaeton snorts. “Nah. You’ll just get off again and then next time I turn around, you’ll be buried between our woman’s thighs.” He considers her. “We’ll have to think of something better.”
I turn to the rest of the room watching avidly. If I had my preference, the rest of the night would play out in private, but we’ve started this, so we’ll have to see it through to the end. “Show continues in the public playroom.”
Someone whoops and a few people clap and they all file out quickly enough. It’s only when the four of us are alone in the room that I turn back to the other three. “Isabelle, I’m disappointed in you. Go kneel by the door and wait for us.”
She opens her mouth like she might argue, but finally gives a jerky nod and hops off the bar. I keep a close eye on her as she pads to the door and sinks into a kneeling position, but she’s not wobbly at all. Good.
I narrow my eyes at Aurora. “Get dressed. We’ll deal with you presently.”
She scrambles off the bar and snatches up her dress. I point at Gaeton. “With me.”
“Not on your life.” But he follows me into the cramped storage closet and allows me to shut the door. Gaeton huffs out a breath. “I’m fine.”
“You aren’t even close to fine.” I cross my arms over my chest. “This scene was your idea. Are you regretting it?”
“No. Nothing like that.” He drags a hand over his face. “Shit is just complicated, you know? I get caught up in it.”
I catch his wrist and pull it from his face. “Talk to me.”
“You’re not my fucking therapist, man. I don’t have to walk you through it.”
I give him the look that comment deserves. “I’m not your therapist, no, but I’m someone who cares about you.”
“Sure.” Gaeton snorts, but his derisive expression fades as he studies my face. “You’re not shitting me.”
I could shake this man for being so intentionally dense at times. “No, I’m not shitting you. You think I’d commit to two weeks’ worth of scenes with someone I still hated? Do you think I would have brought up my fantasy earlier if I didn’t mean it?”
He shifts his wrist until his fingers play along my forearm. “You’re a vault, Beast. Not exactly an open book when it comes to literally anything.”
“Pretty fucking open when I tell you I care about you.” I want him to reciprocate, but it’s still too soon for that. He can barely comprehend that I might want him for more than fucking right now. Pushing too hard will damage what little progress we’ve made. I squeeze his wrist a little. “Let’s go put on a show, and then finish the night out right.”