I don’t want to answer. I desperately don’t want to.
But I promised.
Anything for family.
I lick my lips. “Yes. I want that.”
Gaeton’s eyes go wide the barest amount before he assumes his lazy arrogant facade that I both love and hate in equal measures. He twists his hand between my legs to grip one thigh and then wedges his other hand in to grip the other. I fight him. I can’t help but fight him. It doesn’t matter that it’s a lost cause, that I have no hope of winning this struggle.
He spreads my thighs inch by inch, a torturously slow display of strength. He could just yank them wide and take what he wants, but no. He’s humiliating me with my inability to stop him.
I could stop him. A single word and it’s over.
I don’t want him to stop. I want him to force me, to take and take and take until need washes me away entirely.
It’s not until I’m spread wide again that I realize no one is holding my arms. I start to move them, but Beast catches my wrists and clasps them together in a single hand. “Ah ah.”
“Let me go.” It’s too much and not enough and neither of them have really touched me yet. Not in any real way.
“No,” Gaeton rumbles. He glances at Beast. “On the floor. Hold her down.”
I struggle harder, but they move me like they would a doll, Beast shifting back and shoving me to the floor. I don’t miss the fact that no matter how rough he is, he keeps my head from bouncing on the hardwood. He grabs my wrists and pins them on either side of my head.
I stare up into those blue, blue eyes, and I don’t see the man I thought I knew in them. There is no warmth for me, no tenderness. There is only a deep, dark hunger, like I’ve stumbled into a monster’s lair and now he’s only too happy to eat me right up.
Shoving against his hold does nothing. Less than nothing. “Stop.”
“You know how to stop us.” Gaeton gets rougher with my thighs, pressing them up and out, spreading me obscenely. “You’re awfully wet, Isabelle. You fight and claw and curse, but your pussy knows who owns it.” He spreads my folds with his thumbs. “I could shove my cock into you right now. You’re ready for it.”
I’m gasping like I’ve run a marathon. “No.” Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, oh gods, please fuck me, I need you. I never thought I’d get another chance to be with either of them again. Now that it’s here, that it’s happening like this, in a way I never dared imagine …
It’s beyond comprehension.
Beast gives my wrists a squeeze. There’s no mercy for me on his face. “You don’t get either of our cocks until you earn them.” His gaze slashes to Gaeton. “Remind her who she belongs to.”
Every part of me balks at the idea of belonging to anyone. Freedom is the only god I truly worship. It always has been. “You don’t own me.”
“For the next two weeks we do.” Beast tightens his grip on my wrists, nearly grinding the bones together, but that feeling is nowhere near as intense as his gaze drilling into me. Like he’s dragging away every protection I’ve spent years building around myself. “Lick her pussy, Gaeton. Fuck her with your tongue the way I know you’re dying to.”
Gaeton drags the flat of his tongue over me from top to bottom. I don’t know what I expected, but he doesn’t rush. He traces every part of my pussy as if reacquainting himself. As if claiming me. I open my mouth, but I can’t remember what role I’m supposed to play. Pleasure steals my words, steals my very thoughts, leaving only the animal behind. I try to arch up to bring him closer. “My clit. Suck on my clit.”
Just like that, his mouth is gone and he delivers a stinging slap to my clit. I scream more from surprise than pain. “What the hell?”
“You don’t give the orders, Isabelle.” The words sound almost dragged from Gaeton. “You’d do well to remember that.”
I’m still working on coming up with a retort when the door swings open. All three of us freeze as a man walks in. He’s beautiful in an old school Hollywood sort of way, all square jaw and fresh face, with the body of a Greek god. He also looks furious and ready to punch something. “You two know better than to play non-con with a newbie. It’s not sanctioned.”
Neither Beast nor Gaeton move, which means I can’t move. This man I’ve never met is seeing every single part of me and I have absolutely no control over it. I wiggle as much as I’m able. “Let me up.”
“No,” they answer together.
Beast considers this intruder. “She’s fine.”
The man lifts his chin though he seems to be fighting not to drop his gaze to me. “All the same, the rules are the rules.”
I try to shift, but neither man is letting me up. Gaeton finally gives the stranger a lazy smile. “If you’re so concerned, Hercules, why don’t you sit in and watch? You think it goes too far, you call a stop to it.”
The man—Hercules—freezes. “That’s not how it works.”
If anything, Gaeton’s grin widens. “Call Hades. Get permission.”
I don’t understand what’s going on here. I had my warning from Megaera earlier. I don’t get why this man is here, why he’s calling Hades to … get permission to watch whatever Gaeton and Beast have planned for me?
Humiliation sears my skin. I want to curl into a ball and cover myself as best I’m able, and here I am, splayed out at their whim. We all watch Hercules use the phone on the wall to make a call. He doesn’t say much, but his conflicted expression tells me everything I need to know.
Hades agreed.
“No.” I yank on my arms, but Beast only presses me harder to the floor. “I don’t want an audience.” Do I?
“Too bad, princess.” Beast seems to approve of this new development. “Sit on the chair right there, Hercules.”
The man obeys, but he’s glaring. “You are not my Dom and I am not part of this scene.”
“Noted.” Beast gives a small smile. “But it’d be a shame if you didn’t take a moment to appreciate Isabelle’s pussy.”
I blink up at Beast. My skin has to be a deep red from the blush coursing through my body, hot and unpleasant. He is so careless with my pride, as if he wants to crush it beneath his heel. I have years of instinct demanding I close my legs, hide from this new experience. “Stop.”
“Tell me your safe word, Isabelle.” Gaeton slides his hands up the tops of my thighs and drags this thumbs over my pussy.
Every time he reminds me that I’m choosing this, I get hotter, more confused. I blink down at him. “Candlestick.”
“Good girl.” He gives my pussy another meandering stroke. “Do you want to use it?”
Do I want this to end? I can’t decide. I’m so confused by my body’s response, I’m shaking and they’ve barely touched me. Somehow I’m shaking more because we have an audience. I promised them honesty, but I don’t even know what the honest answer is.
All I know is that I’m not ready for this to stop. “No, I don’t want to use it,” I whisper.
“Mmm.” Gaeton glances at our audience. “Look, Hercules. She’s so pretty and pink and she’s practically weeping for my cock.” To my endless mortification, the second Hercules’s gaze drops to where Gaeton is spreading my pussy with his fingers, I’m certain I can actually feel myself get wetter.