The Beast (Wicked Villains #4) - Katee Robert Page 0,43
orgasm. He softens his touch, giving her one last thorough kiss before he lifts his head and grins at me. He’s covered in her orgasm, and from the smug look on his face, he enjoys it as much as I do. “Seven.”
“No begging yet.” I carefully adjust her position so she’s not lying on her arms. She lets me, her breathing harsh and body languid.
His grin widens. “Nope.”
I press my lips to her temple. “Good girl.”
“I am … highly motivated.”
Gaeton shifts to lay his head on her thigh. Most of his body is on the floor while I’m reclining on the couch with Isabelle on top of me. I reach down and feather my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes for a brief moment. The feeling in my chest strengthens. Mine. Something I never let myself consider possible before last night, and now I can think of nothing else.
Gaeton is nothing like Cohen. He’s brash and ruthless, but he’s got a heart that’s too fucking big. How it hasn’t gotten him killed before now is a mystery to me. Taking that on is a risk. If someone Gaeton cares about is in the mix, he will always run toward danger without thinking instead of engaging in a tactful retreat to find a better way.
Cohen was nearly as cold I am these days. The only place he warmed up was in the bedroom, because letting down your guard in Sabine Valley, even during the festivals, is a good way to end up dead. He was the one who set our course, the one I was willing to follow to the grave if need be.
Both Gaeton and Isabelle need someone to be that for them.
I stroke her with my other hand, a soft exploratory touch that traces over her hips and stomach and chest. Mine. She makes a sound damn close to a purr and relaxes the last little bit into me.
I can be the one to set our course. Fuck, I want to be. I am a beast in truth and not only in name, because I don’t give a fuck about plans and promises. I want them both, no matter what we agreed on fewer than twenty-four hours ago. I don’t care what these two people want right now; this is what I want. Both of them for my own. I’m selfish as shit, because I will do whatever it takes—lie, cheat, play dirty—to ensure it happens.
That starts now.
“We’re going to play a game, princess.”
She tenses the tiniest bit, but it’s like her body doesn’t have the strength to hold even that position, because she immediately melts back into me. “We’re playing a game right now.” Her voice is hoarse, but her breathing has mostly returned to normal.
“Consider this a game within a game.”
Gaeton is watching me like I’m a snake about to sink my fangs into her. “I’m listening.”
“Isabelle hasn’t been having her needs met. For every question she answers honestly, she gets that fantasy played out in real life.”
Interest flares in Gaeton’s dark eyes. “Now I’m really listening.”
Isabelle gives a shaky little inhale. “You two are asking a lot of honesty from me and not giving me much in return.”
She’s not wrong, but I give her nipple a light pinch all the same. “If you have a counter proposal, make it.”
“A truth for a truth. I’ll answer truthfully, but you will, too.”
Instinct demands I say no. Information is more valuable than money, and the power dynamic between the three of us is already precarious at best. Keeping Isabelle off-center long enough to figure out shit with Gaeton is the safest option.
But, fuck, I want some answers, too.
Gaeton gives Isabelle’s thigh one last kiss and sits back, disengaging himself from us. “I’m game if you are.”
“Yes.” I shift to one side of the couch, taking Isabelle with me. “Get up here.”
“Sir, yes, Sir.” He rolls his eyes but climbs up to take up two-thirds of the overstuffed couch. Isabelle ends up with her legs draped over his thigh and twisted in my lap so her back is against the arm of the couch. No hiding for any of us in this position.
I give him a long look and then focus on Isabelle. “Tell us one fantasy that you want above all others.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re really starting off with a softball, aren’t you?”
I shrug as if her answer isn’t one of the more important pieces of information I’m after. “Answer and we will.”