mouth as I orgasm, his rough voice in my ear. “So it’s like that? You want everyone to know that she’s got her tongue all over you in here?”
“You want to make a scene, Isabelle?” Gaeton sounds downright ominous. “Then we’re going to make a fucking scene.”
Aurora lets loose a little shriek as he hooks her around the waist and drags her off me. Then he’s gone, disappearing through the door. I blink. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not. This is what you wanted.” He hesitates and leans back a little, some of the coldness leeching out of his expression. “You good?”
Did I think I couldn’t love him more? His checking in only boosts the feeling higher. I draw a breath so he knows I’m actually thinking about it instead of just responding and nod. “I’m good.”
“Remember your safe word.” His grin is quicksilver, there and gone in an instant, replaced by the coldness I’m coming to associate with his kink play. He hauls me off the box by my arm, not giving me a chance to fix my dress. It’s bunched around my middle, exposing me from the waist down and ribs up. There is no mistaking what I’ve been up to.
Beast drags me out into the bar. I half expected everyone to be gone, but no, they’re all there. Watching with varying degrees of delight as Gaeton strips off Aurora’s dress and plants her on the bar. He points at me. “Get over here.”
As if I have any choice. Beast half carries me to stand next to the bar and strips off my dress, too. I have half a second to feel self-conscious, but then desire takes hold. I watch Gaeton cage Aurora’s throat casually, as if he’s done it a thousand times before, and guide her down onto her back on the bar. Just like that, I can imagine them fucking, her smaller body riding his cock and …
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