Now it’s my turn. The tightness in my throat is nearly overwhelming. I take an unsteady breath. “I promise to love and communicate with you both.” I lean in and lower my voice. “And submit, though only in the bedroom.”
The rest of the short ceremony passes in a blur. I can’t focus on anything but the promise in the contact we maintain. A triangle, a triad, a throuple. Perfectly balanced in every way. We’re not bound tightly but I already know I’ll be feeling the weight of the ropes for a very long time.
Forever.
David carefully removes the ropes and passes them to Beast. He grins at us, happiness infusing his features. “Congratulations. You may kiss…” He waves a big hand at the three of us. “Everyone.”
Beast moves first, snagging the back of Gaeton’s neck and dragging him down to meet his mouth. It’s a fierce kiss, barely leashed. A promise of things to come. He gives me an identical treatment, towing me to his mouth instead of coming to mine. It might make me laugh at how Beast it is, but I’m too busy falling into the taste of him to find any amusement in the situation. Desire sparks, and I welcome it whole-heartedly. And then his mouth is gone and I’m looking up at Gaeton. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me slowly, almost gently.
It feels like we were always on the path to this moment, to standing at the altar with the three of us. It just took several detours and a couple wrong turns to reach this destination.
The men each take one of my hands and we turn to face the room. Both my sisters are crying. So is Aurora. Everyone looks so incredibly happy, nearly as happy as I feel.
We walk down the aisle together, my men bracketing me in. Holding me up. Being strong so I don’t have to be.
I expect us to head toward the room Cordelia had made up for our reception, but Beast picks up his pace and drags us into the little room where I’d waited earlier. I barely register Gaeton shutting the door behind me when Beast’s mouth crashes down on mine. He eats my moan, swallowing the sound down even as Gaeton’s hands go to the back of my dress and unlace me.
I jerk back as the dress goes slack, leaving me in only a garter and white thigh-highs. “Wait.”
“Shhh.” Gaeton’s big hands bracket my waist and lift me up. Beast bends down and carefully takes my dress and drapes it over the small dresser. Then my feet touch down on the ground. I turn to find them kissing as they divest each other of their clothing, hands rough and unsteady.
It’s so hot. Unbearably hot. I sink into the single chair in the room and skate a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit as I watch them get naked. “We’re supposed to wait for tonight for this kind of thing.”
Gaeton lifts his head and grins at me. “Can’t wait. You two look too good.”
“Up, princess.” Beast grabs my hand and drags me to my feet. He pushes Gaeton into the chair to take my place. “We don’t have much time.”
In reality, the handful of people attending this wedding will wait as long as we need. But reality feel strange and distant while we’re in this little room. We don’t have much time. I lick my lips. “Someone could come looking for us at any minute.”
“Yes.” He closes his hands on my shoulders and nudges me climb onto Gaeton’s lap in the chair. “You two little sluts need orgasms to get you through until tonight. Who am I to refuse you?”
I might laugh if I could draw breath. Gaeton’s bracketing my hips with his hands, urging me to grind against his big cock. He grins at Beast. “It’s rude to refuse your husband and wife on our wedding day.”
Husband. Wife.
I shiver. This is happening. We’ve really done it.
They’re mine and I’m theirs.
“Get on Gaeton’s cock, Isabelle. Don’t make me say it twice.”
There will be a time when I’ll play disobedient submissive and make him punish me. This afternoon isn’t it. I lift myself up for Gaeton to guide his cock to my entrance. The little bit I touched myself didn’t fully prepare me to be stretched wide by him, but I luxuriate in the almost-pain. It’s mine, the same way they’re mine. “Mine.”
“Yes.” Beast moves to stand next to the chair and clasps my chin. “You know what else is yours to take?” He taps my bottom lip, silently demanding I open my mouth. I obey instantly, already knowing where this is going. And then he’s guiding his cock into my mouth, a long slow slide that nevertheless doesn’t give me nearly enough time to adjust. He bumps the back of my throat, and I can’t muscle past my gag reflex.