The Beast (Wicked Villains #4) - Katee Robert Page 0,85
apply gasoline to an already explosive situation. I can’t expect us to all be there. Not with me. Not with each other, either. I have to be patient and let this play out, but the buoyancy in my chest has me feeling just as drunk as I felt coming down from our scene. “Anything you want.”
“What I want is both of you naked.” Beast climbs off the bed and starts stripping. He does it in short, economical movements that aren’t designed to entice, but leave me enraptured all the same. He’s beautiful. He’s always been beautiful to me, scars included. They just show his strength, his will to survive despite everything he’s gone through. Knowing that determination will be focused on progressing this relationship makes me feel warm and tingly.
I nudge Gaeton. “You heard him.”
“Just enjoying the view,” he rumbles.
Beast takes off his pants and I can’t help licking my lips at the memory of that piercing against my tongue. Gaeton huffs out a laugh and climbs off the bed, which has my gaze dragging helplessly to him. His big body, thick neck and thighs, the hair dusting his chest and lower. These two men could not be more different, but I want them so much, I practically quiver with desire.
The concept that I don’t have to choose, that they’re both mine and I’m both of theirs, hasn’t really sunk in yet. Maybe it will later. Maybe I’ll spend the next five years waiting for the other shoe to drop. Either possibility leaves me dizzy. It doesn’t matter. Tonight is a way of stating our intentions, and I won’t let my fear hold us all back.
I let the blanket fall as both men climb back onto the mattress. Part of me expects the three of us to fall on each other like starved creatures, but that isn’t what happens at all. Beast slides his hand through my hair to cup the back of my neck. Then he does the same to Gaeton. The slightest pressure urges my mouth to Gaeton’s and the feeling of Beast guiding this is just as intoxicating as Gaeton’s lips parting and his tongue sliding against mine. He tastes like home. I don’t think these men will ever not feel like home to me.
The pressure of Beast’s hand on my neck eases a little and I pull back as he leans in and takes Gaeton’s mouth. Their kiss is tentative and so filled with yearning that I feel like the worst kind of voyeur for witnessing it. I don’t care. I soak up the sexual tension rising between them, luxuriating in the fact that there will be no choosing tonight. We get it all.
Beast kisses me next. It’s nowhere near as tentative as the one he shared with Gaeton. No, this is like him reminding me who owns me, body and soul. By the time he lifts his head, I’m shivering against him, gripping his arm with one hand and Gaeton’s with the other. Beast nips my bottom lip, and then I’m kissing Gaeton again as Beast moves to my back, reaching around me to run his hands down Gaeton’s chest to grip his cock.
There’s no talking, but there really doesn’t need to be. Not for this. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be pressed between these men, our bodies getting tangled up in our need to touch each other, to stoke our desire until it threatens to consume us whole.
I don’t care about the danger.
I want to burn.
Chapter 25
Gaeton
With every touch, every kiss, my trepidation fades. Beast is right. I hate that he’s right, but it doesn’t change the truth. The three of us fit. Physically and otherwise. Our strengths complement each other; with three of us, our flaws feel less pronounced. I don’t understand how it works, I just need it to work.
They topple me back onto the mattress, Isabelle ending up astride my stomach and Beast between my thighs. I arch up to press her breasts together and tongue her nipples even as she bends back to kiss him and his hand closes around my cock again. It’s an assault on the senses, but in the best way possible. I never want it to end.
Isabelle pushes me back down and kisses me, writhing against my chest in a way that leaves me with no doubt that Beast has his fingers in her pussy. She breaks the kiss to say, “I need your mouth on me. Please.”