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.
Beast’s dark chuckle makes my whole body go tight. “Six months of fucking us, and she still needs to be taught to properly deep-throat.” He pulls his cock from my mouth and shakes his head. “Show her how it’s done, Gaeton.”
“Happily.”
Shame makes my skin go hot and tight. I fucking love it. I love watching Beast’s cock disappear into Gaeton’s mouth even more. I start riding Gaeton as Beast fucks his mouth. It’s messy and rough and I can’t get enough. Each stroke rubs my clit against Gaeton, sends pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter through my body.
“She’s close, Gaeton,” Beast growls. “Cover her mouth so everyone walking past this room doesn’t know you’re fucking her tight little pussy, that our little slut couldn’t wait to be filled up with our come until tonight. She had to have it right this fucking second.”
Gaeton’s rough hand presses to my mouth, and I can’t keep the moan inside. I don’t know if it’s that touch or Beast’s words that send me over the edge. All I know is that I’m coming and it’s perfect. Beneath me, Gaeton starts moving, fucking up into me. It’s only when he curses low and hard as he orgasms that I realize Beast’s not in his mouth any longer.
That’s when Beast’s words penetrate.
Our come.
Beast grabs my hips and lifts me off Gaeton’s cock. My feet hit 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?”