Page 46 of The Villain's Beast
“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it? As an offering?”
“Don’t demean yourself like that.”
Daren chuckled. “He likes it.”
“I want you both,” I admitted, reaching down and wrapping my fingers around Daren’s wrist. He smiled, nostrils flaring as Itried to drag him deeper. “I don’t know how to explain it and I don’t think I need to. I’m here and I’m…”
The words left me when Daren moved to get the lube, squirting a more than generous amount onto his already spit-slick knuckles. He twisted around my rim, trying to press the rest of the way inside of me and meeting resistance.
“Say it,” Fletcher prompted, resting his knee again on the edge of the bed.
“I’m here and I’m asking for both of you. Not because of any obligation.” Daren’s chin tipped toward the tattoo on his chest. “But because I find you both attractive, because I love Daren and I love fucking, and they’re not mutually exclusive.”
“Show me, then,” Fletcher said. “Show me again how you take his cock and prove there’s room for me in there.”
Daren flipped our positions before I had time to fully process what Fletcher had just agreed to. He shoved his pants down as his ass hit the bed, and he promptly fitted me on his lap, my still gaping hole sucking close around his shaft as he fucked up into me with one quick thrust.
Fingers gripping my waist, Daren set a hard and steady pace, the sound of our skin slapping together the loudest noise in the room. I fell forward, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Tears again wet my face, but not because I was in pain and not because I was scared. I was just so happy. Happy to be with him, even if under watch and even if under false pretenses. My entire relationship with Daren was stolen moments, so I would be a thief and steal some more.
“I love you too,” I whispered into his ear, a promise meant just for him. “No matter what happens.”
Daren kissed the side of my head, slowing his thrusts at the same time the mattress depressed at the foot of the bed. Resting my weight on Daren’s chest, I reached behind me and spread my ass cheeks apart, giving Fletcher a view like he’d asked for.
“Do you hate sharing me?” I asked softly in the damp skin of Daren’s neck.
“I love everything about you.”
Slippery and thick fingers traced the outline of my hole, pressing hard against the places where Daren and I were joined. Beneath me, Daren grunted, hips snapping up of their own accord as Fletcher slowly teased us both.
“Hold still,” Fletcher said absently, the thick swell of his cock pushing into my hole against the top of Daren’s shaft. Daren went entirely still, both of us holding our breaths as Fletcher forced his cock into my body.
“This doesn’t feel like there’s room for two,” Fletcher said, a hint of amusement now lacing through his tone. He made no move to stop, feeding inch after inch of his erection into me until I cried into the pillow with relief. “Oh, there it is.”
Daren stroked his hands down my back, soothing me like a skittish horse as I adjusted to the feel of both of their cocks inside of me, laughing gently as I mumbled nonsense into his ear. Promises, and secrets, and hopes, and nightmares, all of them ours and his and mine. Fletcher let out a low groan, the last inch of his cock sliding into me, and his fingers grazing over Daren’s around my waist as they both found room for themselves in and around me.
I’d never felt so full, not even with half of Daren’s arm up my ass. Never felt so vulnerable, shaking between two men who had the power to make or break the rest of my life. Fletcher could ruin me with a word, Daren with a look, and between the two of them with their pleasure on the line, I’d never had more control over my life.
“This is a mistake,” Fletcher said under his breath, the words not meant for either of us, maybe not even for himself.
“Then make it count,” Daren said, sinking into the bed and thrusting up into me. He had limited movement with Fletcherand me on top of him, but as with all things, he made it worth it. His cock jerked Fletcher out of whatever preemptive outcome he’d built in his mind, and then the two of them delivered me the most ruthless fucking of my very short life, not stopping until I was covered in cum and blood, on the brink of consciousness and silently begging for more.
Chapter 32
Bellamy
Gideon stormed back into the bedroom as soon as I’d finished picking at the crust of the sandwich he’d left for me. Startled, and still naked, I dropped the plate onto the bed and reeled back. The sheets over my lap pooled low around my waist, and Gideon’s stare fell to the place against my leg where the sheet hadn’t managed to cover my thigh.
“You remind me of him,” Gideon murmured, kicking the door closed behind him. He stalked across the room and crawled onto the bed, swiping the plate onto the floor with one fast swing of his arm. It shattered, and then Gideon was on top of me, his weight bearing down oppressively against my chest as I tried to breathe beneath him.
The already familiar spike of fear shot up my spine, and my traitorous dick responded by pushing hard and insistent against Gideon’s muscular thigh. I tilted my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes, not sure what he wanted or what he planned to do, but knowing well enough I couldn’t—or didn’t want to—get away from it.
“Does this turn you on?” he asked, breath hot against my cheek.
I nodded.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
Swallowing, I reached between our bodies and curled my hand around my dick. Gideon was fully dressed, but the front of his pants burned hot against my knuckles as I gave the first stroke up my shaft. He grunted, upper lip contorting into a scowl as I accidentally—on purpose—touched him through his pants as I touched myself.