The Beast (Wicked Villains #4) - Katee Robert Page 0,86

woman has to beg for something I’m just as desperate for. I drag her up my body and then lift her to straddle my face. Her ass must still be sore from the spanking, because she winces a little when I grip her, but her sharp inhale turns into a moan on the exhale. She loves that spice of pain, and I love that she loves it. I drag my tongue over her pussy, savoring the feel and taste of her. A dark, savage part of me loves that she’s begging for my mouth after she had Aurora going down on her like the other woman never needs to breathe. It’s not jealousy, exactly. Just a heightened possessiveness in the aftermath of that kind of game. It makes my cock so hard, I almost come the second Beast’s mouth closes around me.

He sucks me down, pleasure damn near making me black out. I growl against Isabelle and pick up my pace, as if fucking her with my tongue has any effect on the slow blowjob Beast is currently torturing me with. Slow, steady, wet heat and the drag of his tongue along the underside of my cock with each retreat. Fuck, it’s good. Too good.

I suck hard on Isabelle’s clit. Harder than I mean to. I wanted to draw this out, to tease her until she’s sobbing through an orgasm, but I left my control on the floor with my clothes. Her hands hit the wall at the head of the bed and then she’s grinding against my face as she comes. Too hard, too fast. It won’t satisfy her for long, but that’s okay.

Beast lifts his head with a dark laugh. “Got you.”

“Shut up.” I give Isabelle one last lick and then lift her off my face. He’s there to catch her, dragging her down my body to straddle my hips. It’s his hand that fists my cock and guides me into her pussy. He grips her hips as she rocks slowly, still winding down from the fast and dirty orgasm.

Beast climbs off the bed and moves to dig through the nightstand, coming up with the bottle of lube. My whole body goes tight with anticipation. This, this is what I need.

Not doubt, not reality, just us.

He urges my legs wide. “Up.” I lift my hips and Beast slides a pillow beneath me, and then shifts Isabelle a little to make room for him. Both me and Isabelle go completely still as Beast spreads the lube, and then his cock is there, pushing into me slowly but inexorably. My breath hisses out at the sensation, and I can’t help my grip flexing on Isabelle’s hips. “Fuck.”

“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