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.
With every orgasm we draw from Isabelle, I feel that control slipping. We’re playing out a fantasy I never dared allow myself to have, trading her back and forth again and again. Working together in the pursuit of pleasure instead of being at odds. For her part, Isabelle takes it all with a devious glee that I’ve never seen in her before.
It doesn’t line up with what I thought I knew about this woman. When we made this deal yesterday, I wanted her, yes, but I also wanted to punish her. What kind of princess would want to be fucked dirty the way Gaeton and I crave?
Apparently our princess does.
I pin her against my chest as Gaeton eats her out, working on her seventh orgasm. He lost his shirt somewhere along the way, but we both have our pants on still. Watching him worship Isabelle’s pussy with his mouth…
Fuck.
I’m going to keep them. I don’t know how yet, but the vision of a future together is solidifying in my head the same way all my other goals have in the past, so detailed it feels like we’re already there. Me, Gaeton, Isabelle. Together. It’s the path to reach that destination that’s still too murky. We have a lot of shit to unpack.
“You were right before, princess.” I pitch my voice so Gaeton can hear, and he slows his movements the tiniest bit.
She arches and whimpers. “I can’t … You don’t seriously want to have a conversation right now?”
“I do.” I cup her breasts with rough hands. “We decided that you were something pure to hold gently in our hands to avoid breaking. We gave you polite sex because we thought that’s what you deserved.”
She reaches for Gaeton, but I catch her wrists and guide them to the small of her back. I kiss her temple because I can’t fucking help it. She looks like a mess, every bit of fucking written across her appearance, from her tangled hair to the sweat glistening on her skin to the faint bruises marking her from our mouths and hands. I love it. Just as much as I love that there are faint nail marks on Gaeton’s shoulders from her last orgasm and bruises on his hips and thighs from where I gripped him as I fucked him last night and sucked his cock this morning.
Mine.
Not yet. But soon.
“Make her come, Gaeton. She’s not going to focus on shit until you give her that orgasm you’ve been teasing.”
He chuckles, and it must feel good because she moans again. Gaeton zeroes in on her clit, sucking and licking. It doesn’t take long before Isabelle bucks and cries out, her body shaking with the force of her