his, like I’ve always been his and he knows exactly where my limits are and has no concern about crossing them.
It feels so fucking good, my cock twitches inside Isabelle, hardening against all reason. She moans and writhes and then we’re off again, caught in something that feels bigger than any one of us. I can’t stop. I don’t want to ever stop. I want this forever. I want it so fucking bad, it might destroy me, but what a way to go. I kiss Isabelle with everything I have until we are forced to come up for air. “I forgive you.”
Her eyes go shiny even as she works herself on my cock. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I kiss her again, framing her face in my hands and releasing that last bit of anger that’s resided in my chest for so fucking long, I feel a hundred pounds lighter.
Beast curses and then he’s coming. Isabelle follows him a moment later, the combined pleasure taking me with them. We lie in a pile on the bed, the only sound our labored breathing. Isabelle shivers. “Do you think a person can die from pleasure?”
Beast gives a rough laugh and pulls out of me. “We’re nowhere near that threshold.”
“Speak for yourself.” She nuzzles my chest, her body boneless against me. I wrap an arm around her and watch Beast disappear into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returns and we take our time cleaning up.
I frown down at the bed. “I know I said we’d stay here tonight, but I’ve changed my mind.” Especially when we have one last promise to fulfill, one last fantasy to play out. Beast may think I’ve forgotten, but fuck like I’m going to let this night end without doing what I promised.
Doing what we should have done two years ago on that sunny afternoon in Isabelle’s room.
“Yeah, agreed.” Beast pulls on his clothes, already steady on his feet. “I’ll get the car. Meet me downstairs in ten.”
“Sure.” It takes me a little longer to dress, my legs still feeling wonky. I dig through the dresser to find the clothing the Underworld keeps stashed in all the overnight rooms—and quite a few of the playrooms. Things have a habit of getting torn or otherwise ruined during play, so there are backups available. For a price, of course.
I find a pair of leggings and a shirt and take them to Isabelle. “Here.” It feels like the most natural thing in the world to dress her, and though I expect her to argue that she can do it herself, she passively allows it. I end up on my knees before her, but this time the position doesn’t sting the way it did before. “I meant it.”
She looks down at me with so much vulnerability on her pretty face. “It’s okay if you don’t yet. I—”
I take her hands. “I meant it. I forgive you.” I hesitate. “I hope you can forgive me, too, given time. I was a fucking asshole.”
She presses her lips together. “I forgave you a long time ago. I think there was more than enough of us being assholes to go around on all sides.” Isabelle tugs on my hands and I let her guide me to my feet. She gives a tentative smile. “Do you think he’s right and we can really make this work?”
I look at the door. “I wouldn’t bet against anything Beast puts his mind to. If he’s decided we can work, there’s a damn good chance he’s right.”
“I really want him to be right.”
“I do, too.” I squeeze her hands and start for the door. “Let’s go home.”
It’s not until we’re in the car driving back to my apartment that it dawns on me. This won’t be home for much longer. We’re headed back to the proper territory, sooner rather than later if we’re all in agreement in the morning. I had braced for another week and change of uncertainty, so the realization leaves the ground feeling a bit unsteady beneath my feet.
I glance at Beast as he parks. “You didn’t just come up with this plan a few hours ago.”
“No, I didn’t.”
Thought so. I frown harder. “When did you decide that this was what you wanted?”
He gives me a strangely soft smile. It will take some getting used to the man beneath the hard edges. Beast reaches out and drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Somewhere around the time you had your mouth all over my balls. Or at least that’s when