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)
“Mmm.” He sinks the rest of the way and gives a little pump. He cups Isabelle’s breasts and then grasps her throat with one hand and slides the other down to stroke her clit. The position bows her back, and then I can see him looking down at me and, fuck, my heart about bursts out of my chest from the wave of emotion that cascades over me as I drown in this man’s eyes.
Beast gives Isabelle’s clit a little slap. “Ride him, princess.”
She jumps and moans and then obeys, her hips finding a smooth rhythm as she seeks her own pleasure from my cock and Beast’s fingers. It’s so good, I could die. And then it gets better, because Beast starts moving, fucking my ass in a nearly perfect mimic of Isabelle riding my cock.
My brain shorts out. I know I should do something, should move, should do more than just take it, but it’s too good and it’s everything I can do not to blow right here and now. None of us are moving fast, as if we all agreed that we want this moment to last as long as possible, the threads tying us together tighter and tighter as our pleasure rises in a steady wave.
Isabelle tips over the edge first. She comes with a cry that forms into my name, into his. “Gaeton. Oh fuck. Beast.” Her pussy clenches around my cock and it’s too much. I fuck up into her, chasing my own orgasm, pumping her full of me even as I hold Beast’s eyes.
He topples Isabelle onto my chest and braces his hands on either side of me. He was playing nice before. He isn’t now. He fucks me roughly with deep strokes I swear I can feel in the back of my throat. Taking me like I’m his, like I’ve always been his and he knows exactly where my limits are and has no concern about crossing them.
It feels so fucking good, my cock twitches inside Isabelle, hardening against all reason. She moans and writhes and then we’re off again, caught in something that feels bigger than any one of us. I can’t stop. I don’t want to ever stop. I want this forever. I want it so fucking bad, it might destroy me, but what a way to go. I kiss Isabelle with everything I have until we are forced to come up for air. “I forgive you.”
Her eyes go shiny even as she works herself on my cock. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I kiss her again, framing her face in my hands and releasing that last bit of anger that’s resided in my chest for so fucking long, I feel a hundred pounds lighter.
Beast curses and then he’s coming. Isabelle follows him a moment later, the combined pleasure taking me with them. We lie in a pile on the bed, the only sound our labored breathing. Isabelle shivers. “Do you think a person can die from pleasure?”
Beast gives a rough laugh and pulls out of me. “We’re nowhere near that threshold.”
“Speak for yourself.” She nuzzles my chest, her body boneless against me. I wrap an arm around her and watch Beast disappear into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returns and we take our time cleaning up.
I frown down at the bed. “I know I said we’d stay here tonight, but I’ve changed my mind.” Especially when we have one last promise to fulfill, one last fantasy to play out. Beast may think I’ve forgotten, but fuck like I’m going to let this night end without doing what I promised.
Doing what we should have done two years ago on that sunny afternoon in Isabelle’s room.
“Yeah, agreed.” Beast pulls on his clothes, already steady on his feet. “I’ll get the car. Meet me downstairs in ten.”
“Sure.” It takes me a little longer to dress, my legs still feeling wonky. I dig through the dresser to find the clothing the Underworld keeps stashed in all the overnight rooms—and quite a few of the playrooms. Things have a habit of getting torn or otherwise ruined during play, so there are backups available. For a price, of course.
I find a pair of leggings and a shirt and take them to Isabelle. “Here.” It feels like the most natural thing in the world to dress her, and though I expect her to argue that she can do it herself, she passively allows it. I end up on my knees before her, but this time the position doesn’t sting the way it did before. “I meant it.”
She looks down at me with so much vulnerability on her pretty face. “It’s okay if you don’t yet. I—”
I take her hands. “I meant it. I forgive you.” I hesitate. “I hope you can forgive me, too, given time. I was a fucking asshole.”