the ground and he bends me down over the chair, over our husband. The word thrills me. Husband. Mine.
And then Beast’s cock is there, shoving into me from behind. I can’t stop my moan. I don’t even try. His exasperated curse almost makes me smile. “Her mouth, Gaeton. Keep her quiet.”
Gaeton snags the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine and his other hand is between my thighs, stroking my clit as Beast fucks me. I cling to his shoulders, as much to maintain our contact as to hold myself steady against Beast’s thrusts. This is too good, too perfect, too dirty.
And then Beast goes and makes it more of everything.
He leans down over my back, his cock impossibly deep inside me. “You’re going to walk into that reception with our come dripping down your thighs, little slut. A reminder of who you belong to.” He nips the back of my neck just hard enough to hurt. “A sign of ownership. Your ours, and we’re yours. Forever. Say it.”
I break my kiss with Gaeton. “Yours. Forever.”
“Who does this pussy belong to, little slut?”
“You.” I meet Gaeton’s hot gaze. “And you.”
“That’s right. Ours.” Beast’s strokes get rougher as he nears the edge. And then he’s coming, gripping my shoulder to hold me in place as he fills me up just like Gaeton did. I can’t stop shivering from the pleasure sparking through me. He eases out of me and drops me back into Gaeton’s lap. “Once more.”
I blink up at him. “What?”
But Gaeton is already moving, lifting one of my legs up and wide and resuming stroking my clit in that lazy way of his, as if we have all the time in the world. I writhe against his chest as we watch Beast get dressed, but Gaeton never quite pushes me over the edge. I understand why when Beast motions with an impatient hand and Gaeton pushes me into his arms.
Beast turns me and urges me to brace myself against the dresser next to my dress. There’s a mirror there, and we both watch Gaeton pull his tux back on as Beast fucks me with his fingers. “He looks good, doesn’t he?”
“Yes.” I’m so close, I’m almost sobbing.
Beast holds me in place as he draws me closer and closer to the edge. There’s no more teasing. He’s intent on his destination, and he knows my body well enough to make it happen on his timeline. “Sometime at the reception, I want you to suck his cock. Get your lipstick all over him for me to find later. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
And then I’m coming, my orgasm so intense it almost makes me black out. I’m vaguely aware of Beast catching me around the waist and Gaeton laughing as he comes to pull us both into his arms. We stand like that for what feels like a small eternity, me bracketed by them and their strength. Finally, I lift my head. “I love you both so much, it takes my breath away.”
“You’re mine. Forever.”
“Forever,” Gaeton and I say together. He kisses me and then leans over me to kiss Beast. “Here’s to the first day of the rest of our lives. Come on. We have a party to get to.”
11
Sparring
Gaeton
I dodge the punch aimed at my throat and dance back a step. “That was a cheap shot.”
Beast wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and gives me a wicked grin. “Anyone you fight outside the ring isn’t going to play nice.”
“Neither are you, apparently.” I gauge his stance, waiting for the tell-tale movement of his hips to signal another strike. Some fighters signal their intentions with their eyes or shoulders, but Beast is too well-trained for that kind of rookie mistake. But even he can’t go from stationary to attacking without some kind of tell.
The gym around us is empty, courtesy of our late-night workout. He hasn’t been able to sleep well this week, not with the news coming out of Sabine Valley. Every time Isabelle or I bring it up, he shuts us down. Isabelle might be content to give him his space and let him work through whatever’s going on in that pretty head of his, but that’s now how I roll.
I lean forward on my toes and laugh when he tenses. “Almost got you.”
“You know what they say about ‘almost,’ Gaeton.”
Yeah, I do. Just like I know that this is exactly what he needs; work off