There it is again. That barbed jealousy that demands I pull back, protect myself because these men might have loved me once, but they kept so much from me. “Fuck you, Beast.”
“Not me, princess.” His chuckle is raspy and deep. “But we’re going to fuck you. Over and over again, in every way possible. I’m going to come all over that pretty pussy of yours…” He barely lets me process his words before he whispers the next part. “And then I’m going to make Gaeton lick it up.”
My orgasm hits me with the force of an out-of-control speeding vehicle. One second I’m dazed and trying to process the information Beast is spilling into my ear, and the next I’m coming so hard that a scream slips from my lips. It only seems to spur Gaeton on and he picks up his pace, eating me out sloppily as if he can’t get enough, as if he wants to taste every bit of my orgasm. On and on it goes, until my body simply can’t handle it any longer.
I slump back against Beast and he catches me in his strong arms. “That’s enough, Gaeton.”
Gaeton gives me one last long lick and then transfers his attention to my inner thighs, gentling me back down to earth. I don’t … I can’t … What the hell just happened?
Part of me expects Beast to dump me on the ground and keep the humiliation trend rolling, but he gathers me into his arms and rises easily. He’s only a few inches taller than me and built lean, but there’s a deceptive amount of strength in his compact body. “Are you satisfied?”
For a second, I think he’s talking to me, but Hercules rises and nods. “I stand corrected. Apologies for interrupting your scene. I owe you.”
Gaeton does a full body stretch on the floor and rolls easily to his feet. “You ended up heightening the whole experience. Consider us even.”
Hercules glances at me and hesitates, but finally shakes his head. He adjusts his slacks, which spectacularly fails to hide his hard-on, and walks out of the room.
Beast jerks his chin at the couch. “Gaeton, sit.”
“Woof.”
“Bad dog,” Beast fires back without hesitation.
Gaeton glares a bit, but he finally moves to the couch and sprawls across it, taking up more than his fair share. Even this is different. When Gaeton and I were together, he moved as if afraid of shattering everything in the room—of shattering me. It felt like he was always trying to compress his big body into a smaller package. He motions with a flick of his fingers. “Hand her here.”
Beast’s arms tighten around me for half a second before he carefully sets me onto Gaeton’s broad lap. The careful way of holding me after he just spilled filth into my ear leaves me feeling like I have whiplash. I blink up at Beast. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat.
Gaeton splays his hand across my lower stomach and pulls me back against his chest, but all his attention is on Beast. “Stay or go?”
“Go. I’m nowhere near finished, but I have no intention of sleeping here tonight.” He shoots an arch glance at the cameras situated in each corner. “Or having Hercules burst through the door another time or six.”
“Mmm.” Gaeton nods. “Agreed. Your place or mine?”
For the first time, Beast looks less than completely in control. His eyes flare hot as his gaze drags over my body, over both our bodies. He looks at me like he wants to fall on me like a wild thing, to hold me down and fuck me against Gaeton’s chest until he’s worked out every little bit of anger on my body.
I shiver. There’s fear there, yes, but I am not opposed to the promise in those wild eyes. Before I can decide if I want to do something to encourage or discourage him, he snaps his attention to Gaeton’s face. “Whichever one is closer.”
“Mine it is.”
Chapter 5
Beast
Getting out of the Underworld has never been complicated. Finish a scene. Clean up. Walk out. After Hercules’s interruption, I should have expected things not to be so simple. I retrieve our coats and Gaeton wraps his around Isabelle. She’s too drunk off the adrenaline letdown and her orgasm to fight too hard about being naked under it—or his carrying her out of this place.
We almost make it.
We’re halfway through the lounge when Aurora appears in front of us as if by magic. She’s a tiny little thing, all light-brown skin and big brown eyes, with a penchant for bright hair colors. It’s been pink for a long time, but she’s edging toward a frosty pastel version instead of the brilliant hue she started with. Aurora is sweet enough that she invokes every Dominant protective instinct I have. She doesn’t look particularly sweet right now. She looks furious. “Hades wants to see you.”