Pleasure spirals tighter and tighter through me. “You’re so mean.”
“Am I?” His mouth brushes my neck. “Maybe so.” His lips trace my jaw. “Maybe mean is exactly what you want, Isabelle. Someone to put you in your place and fuck you dirty just like you need it.” He’s right there, so close to my mouth that I can taste his exhale. “Maybe one cock will never be enough for you.”
“I—”
He grabs my hips and slams me down on his length. I cry out, but Gaeton kisses me, eating down the sound as he works me over his cock, taking exactly the angle I need to get off while he plunders my mouth. He overwhelms my senses. Higher and higher I climb, until I’m sobbing against his lips, a wild thing that can’t get enough, will never get enough, so hungry for pleasure that I could eat the whole universe.
And then I’m weightless and everything goes to static as my orgasm takes me. I’m vaguely aware of him following me over the edge, driving up into me until he grinds out an orgasm of his own. I slump against his chest, but I’m still straining to meet his kisses, an addict with my first real hit in twelve long months. Gaeton kisses me like I’m his world. Everything else might have changed, but that hasn’t.
I’m still trying to drink down a year’s worth of that feeling when an arm bands around my waist and yanks me off Gaeton. I cry out, reaching for him, but Beast hauls me around to the table and bends me over it, his hand in the middle of my back forcing me to down until my cheek presses against the cool wood. “Turn around, Gaeton.”
Gaeton moves the chair around to face us. He’s tucked away his cock, though there are wet spots from my orgasm all over his lap. He resumes his bored expression as Beast kicks my legs wide. “I suppose she’s not satisfied,” Gaeton growls.
“Let’s see, shall we?” Keeping me pinned to the table, Beast shoves two rough fingers into me. Despite my determination to stay still, I roll my hips, trying to take him deeper. He makes a disappointed sound. “So needy, this one.”
“Insatiable.”
Beast hooks a hand under my leg closest to Gaeton and lifts it, bracing my knee on the table so that I’m spread obscenely. Gaeton makes a noise, and even without the tableau, I know he can see everything Beast is doing to me. Beast gives me another few strokes. “How many orgasms do you think it would take to satisfy our princess?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Beast cups my pussy with a possessive hand, his fingers playing over my clit. “Shall we make things interesting?”
That surprises a laugh out of Gaeton. “Only you would be fingering this woman and offer to make things interesting as if that isn’t enough.”
Beast spreads me, his fingers tracing my pussy like he wants to memorize every inch. “How about a bet, Gaeton? How many orgasms do you think our Isabelle can stand before she begs for mercy?” He gives my clit a little slap that has me jumping. “I think twelve.”
“Give her a little credit. Fifteen, at least.”
Fifteen orgasms? I don’t know if I can survive it.
“If I’m right, I fuck your ass again tonight.” Beast’s hand spasms the tiniest bit on my back. “If you’re right, you can take mine.”
Suddenly Gaeton doesn’t sound as amused. “And if she holds out past fifteen?”
Beast leans over me, pressing against my back, his cock hard against my ass. “Then as a reward, we both fuck her at the same time.”
My trepidation turns to anticipation. I arch back against Beast. “I can handle more than fifteen.”
His laugh vibrates against my back. “We’ll see, princess. We’ll see.”
Chapter 13
Beast
Control is the only god I worship. It’s always been that way, because my survival has always depended on it. Sabine Valley makes Carver City’s politics look like children playing dress-up, and Cohen was right in the middle of all of it. Watching his back, being with him, meant I couldn’t fuck around. I learned to set my eyes on a goal and be utterly ruthless in doing whatever it took to achieve it. It wasn’t enough back then, but that same drive propelled me up the ranks when I came to the Man in Black’s territory.
That control is what allowed me to date Isabelle at the same time as Gaeton. I wanted her. Eventually, I loved her. Competing for her love with him the same way we competed for everything else—power, status, money—felt like a natural extension of our already contentious relationship. Gaeton’s only role was as adversary. I wouldn’t allow myself to think about him as anything else, couldn’t afford to nurture the flicker of heat that sometimes rose when we fought.