Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Beast taps my thigh sharply. “Eyes on me, Gaeton.”
I obey, and just like that, I’m not thinking about Isabelle. I’m held captive by Beast’s baby blues as he sucks my cock into his mouth. He has to fight a little to work himself down my length, until his lips meet my base. It feels so fucking good, my thighs quiver and I have to lean harder against the wall.
He growls low in his throat, and I feel it all the way to my balls. The back of my head hits the tile and I have to close my eyes. “Fuck.”
Beast digs his fingers into my thighs. Hard. It’s enough to get me looking down at him again, enough to know I’ll be sporting bruises from his fingertips later. That thought should bother me. This man isn’t my Dom, even if he wants to come to some sort of agreement for the next two weeks. I’m not even sure I like the asshole.
But, fuck, he can suck a dick.
He works me expertly, using teeth and tongue to bring me right to the brink. All the while, he grips my thighs, giving me that lashing of pain I crave. It’s rough and dirty and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I curse. “I’m close.”
He releases my thighs long enough to take my hands and place them on either side of his head. A single look and I know exactly what he wants. I rasp out a laugh. “Trust you to top from the bottom, you bastard.” His hands go back to my thighs and then I’m fucking his mouth in rough, ragged strokes. So close. I want to make this last and I don’t want to make this last.
It’s not forever.
It’s just an exchange of pleasure. That’s all. That’s all it can ever be with us. We have too much bullshit between us, but who knows? Maybe this will be the clean slate we could never figure out how to create.
I come with a curse and watch as he drinks me down. Beast keeps sucking me in slow pulls until I gently shove him off my cock. “Enough.”
Beast licks his lips. “One last question, and answer it honestly.”
I already know I’m not going to like this, just like I recognize that I’ve gone too far to change my mind now. He fucked my ass last night. We’ve both given each other blowjobs this morning. This roller coaster has reached its peak and we’re half a breath from free fall. “Yeah?”
“Are you furious at Isabelle for wanting to play the part of our dirty little slut? Or are you furious at yourself for wanting it, too?”
I can’t take a step back because of the wall, and he’s kneeling in my path out of the shower. I know without a shadow of a doubt that he planned things this way. “You are such a bastard.”
“Yes.” He gives my thighs one last squeeze and draws his middle finger along my cock. “Answer the question.”
“Both.” I shudder out a breath when he cups my balls. “I’m angry about both.” I simultaneously want to slap his hands away and demand that he never stop touching me. “I don’t understand why you’re not pissed about it.”
“Life is too short, too uncertain, to deny yourself what you want.” He plays his fingers up the underside of my cock and then grips me just behind the head. It’s still not enough to do more than tease, not when I just came so hard, but it feels so fucking good. Beast leans forward and bites my thigh just inside of where I can still feel his fingerprints on me, and I can’t help thrusting against his grip. His dark chuckle fills the space around us. “Sometimes those wires get crossed, but I know what I want now.”
Then he releases me and pushes to his feet.
If I wasn’t already bracing against the wall of the shower, I might have fallen. As it is, I’m left blinking and disorientated. Maybe that’s why I tell the truth. “It hurts. Even when it feels good, it hurts.”
He doesn’t ask for clarification, but then out of everyone else in the city, Beast is the one person who might actually understand what I’m saying. “If we don’t deal with it, the three of us will rip the entire territory apart.”
Leaving is no longer an option. I don’t know if it ever was. I finally nod. “Okay. I’m in.”
“Trust me to guide you today.”
I finally get my balance enough to push off the wall and look at him. He walks out of the shower and grabs two towels. It’s weird as shit, but the alternative is standing here out of spite, so I turn off the shower and accept the second towel.
What he’s offering … I shouldn’t agree to it. I understand that engaging in what is the equivalent of a prolonged scene is just kink, but I know myself and I’m not certain I can keep up the necessary barriers to walk out the other side of this unharmed when Isabelle invariably chooses Beast. And that’s without adding submitting to this man into the mix.