Page 104 of The Villain's Beast

“We don’t have to hide anymore, Fletcher,” I promised. “I refuse. The curse of our names, the fucking thorns and the roses… it ends here. It ends now.”

Chapter 71

Daren

“No more sex. I need to eat,” Luca murmured, half asleep and half lust drunk.

I quieted him down by feeding my soft cock into his mouth, pushing it into the back of his throat and leaving it there to harden. His lashes fluttered and he groaned, eyes flying wide when Bellamy sank down onto his lap, stretching himself around Luca’s hard dick.

“Eat this,” I whispered, brushing Luca’s golden curls away from his face and angling my cock deeper into his mouth.

Obediently, he sealed his lips around the base of my shaft and sucked. The groans that Bellamy ripped out of Luca’s mouth with the quick thrusts of his hips vibrated up my cock, pushing me close to an orgasm I wasn’t even sure my body could handle.

It had been two days since the police had correctly determined there were no charges to press against Fletcher or Gideon around the untimely deaths of their fathers. Two days since Vince had texted us a thumbs up, then gone radio silent. Two days since I’d locked Luca and Bellamy in my bedroom and hidden their clothes. I’d gotten them coffee and sandwiches, but most of the hours had passed in a blur of tangled limbs, sleep, and sex.

Luca sucked my cock like it was his job, and I leaned down his body, grabbing Bellamy around the back of his neck and hauling him closer so I could kiss him. Spearing my tongue into his mouth while Luca swirled his around my cock, Bellamy let out a high-pitched whine as he shot long ribbons of cum across Luca’s bare stomach. I groaned, pushing him back enough for me to breathe, giving Luca room to grab Bellamy by the hips and fuck up into him with enough force to bring him his own release.

With the two of them panting and spent, I swung a leg over Luca’s face so I straddled him. One knee on either side of his head, I tipped my weight down and sank as far back into his throat as I could reach, shooting my load straight toward his stomach. He sputtered and choked around me, face going red as I filled him with cum, and then gasping for breath when I gave him room to breathe. Collapsing on the bed beside him, Bellamy fell half on each of us, his hair damp with sweat and tangled from the way I’d been using it as a leash.

“That was great and all,” Luca said, voice slurred, “but I think I could use a fruit or a vegetable.”

Bellamy’s chest lifted and fell with what might have been a laugh, but there was no sound behind it.

“Can the two of you manage a shower?” I asked, patting Bellamy’s hip.

He nodded, and Luca nodded, and I freed myself from the weight of their joined bodies. Bellamy tucked himself against Luca’s side and Luca kissed the top of his head, and I wanted to cry for how perfect it was.

“Can I take a picture of you two?” I asked, digging around in my nightstand for my phone. “Like this?”

Luca gave a dismissive wave that I took for consent, and I snapped a quick series of photos of the two of them, blissed out beyond comprehension. I set it to my wallpaper, put on a pair of pants, and headed downstairs. I tripped over my ownfeet when I walked in on Fletcher and Gideon standing together in the kitchen, both half-dressed like me, with cups of coffee in their hands. They stood close together, Fletcher’s head tilted back with a small smile on his face while Gideon whispered something down to him that I’d never be privy to.

“Good morning, sunshines,” I said to introduce my arrival.

Gideon started, but Fletcher was clearly used to me. He tilted his head to the side and glared at me, no doubt for interrupting whatever they’d been talking about.

“Thought you fucked those poor boys to death,” he said to me, rolling his eyes.

“I sure tried.”

Gideon laughed at that, then pulled Fletcher out of the way so I could get to the coffee pot.

“What time is it?” I asked, not even sure if coffee was the appropriate drink anymore, but knowing I had two men naked in my bed which also felt somehow inappropriate.

“It’s eleven,” Fletcher said.

“In the morning,” Gideon clarified.

“Thanks.” I pulled three mugs from the cabinet and set them on the counter, filling them one at a time and wondering how I was going to get all three of them anywhere.

Without warning, the gravity of our new reality hit me in the face like a freight train, and I bent forward over the counter to catch my breath. Gooseflesh prickled up the back of my spine, and Fletcher stepped alongside me, gently pressing his fingers against the small of my back.

“What happened there?” he asked.

“It’s a lot,” I said.

“It’s not.” He brushed a fleeting kiss across my temple. “It’s just real.”

I dropped my head into my hands, the shape of Fletcher’s mouth still hot against my skin.