by Lila Dubois
“It hurts a little, doesn’t it, lover?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
Levi’s eyelids drooped and his breathing was heavy as he released her ass and slid his arm under her.
“Right there, yes, yes please.” Beatrix’s pleas were sweet music, and Stefan started to fuck her ass in earnest with his index finger.
She tensed up again, crying out when he added a second finger. It lasted only a moment because then Levi did something to her clit that made her whimper and start thrusting back, trying to fuck herself on the tapered dildo of his fingers.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Come for us, darlin’.” Levi bent, kissing her ass while getting an up close view of Stefan’s fingers pumping in and out of her anus.
Beatrix tensed and screamed, her nails raking the duvet, her ass clenching rhythmically on his fingers.
“Get on the bed,” Stefan said to Levi. “On your back. She’s going to ride your cock while I fuck her ass.”
Levi scrambled for the condom, rolling it on and climbing onto the bed, where he dragged a post-orgasm limp Beatrix to lie on top of him.
“Watch out. She gets lazy after she comes.”
“Why should I do any work?” Beatrix muttered. “I got what I wanted.”
To Stefan’s surprise, Levi slapped her ass. “Behave.”
Beatrix and Stefan looked at each other, then back at Levi. “Do that again,” Stefan suggested.
“Yeah...to Stefan,” Beatrix countered.
“Up you go.” Levi pushed Beatrix up so she was sitting astride his thighs.
“That is a lovely long dick,” Stefan said as he climbed up behind Beatrix, his hand wiped clean and a condom covering his dick. “You’re going to feel that deep inside.” Stefan brushed her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck.
He reached down between her spread thighs and toyed with her labia. “I want you to tell me what it feels like when we fuck you.”
Beatrix didn’t reply in words. Instead, she inched forward, rose up, and grabbed Levi’s dick. Holding it with one hand, she moved her hips until she was in the right position, then started to sink down on his dick.
When they’d been together, Stefan would fantasize about being in a ménage with Beatrix. Them and another man or another woman. He was a legacy, and ménages were normal to him. But they’d been merely fantasies. He’d never imagined it would actually happen. As he watched her take Levi’s cock into her body, he realized that he was failing her—them—again.
This moment was the one he’d relive on his deathbed and the regret, the agony of knowing they would all have to walk away from this room and each other come morning, killed him.
Once she was fully seated on Levi’s dick, Stefan kissed the back of her neck and slid his fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp. “Tell me what you feel.”
“Full and needy.” She pinched her own nipples, twisting and pulling ruthlessly. “I want a cock in my ass too, and I want one of you to bite my nipples and kiss me and…” Her words trailed away into a moan.
Stefan used his hold on her hair to force her head down onto Levi’s chest. Indulging himself, he took a moment to admire the view of Levi’s cock disappearing into her pussy, and then ran his fingers around her stretched hole and up and down the underside of Levi’s cock.
“Fuck, I’m not sure how long I’ll hold out.” Levi was breathing heavy, one of his hands tangled in Beatrix’s hair, the other roaming over her back.
“I don’t want to wait either.”
Stefan held her still with one hand and angled his cock toward her lube-ready entrance with the other. His cock was bigger and blunter than his fingers, and when he pushed in, she whimpered. Stefan thrust in a bit more, a tiny movement. Her ass was tight, and his need for her had shredded his control.
“I need to fuck her right now,” Stefan told Levi, meeting the other man’s gaze.
Levi nodded and one hand slid down under Beatrix. A second later, she moaned as Levi’s fingers found her clit.
Stefan clenched his teeth and held still until Beatrix started to rock forward and back half an inch. She was ready.
Stefan grabbed her hips and thrust deep into her ass in one brutal motion.
Beatrix screamed and shivered. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to come again. Please fuck me. I want you fucking me when I come.”
“Anything for you, lover.” Stefan moved her hips forward, pushing her off both his and Levi’s cocks. Then he pulled her back and down, impaling her. He could feel the pressure and fullness of Levi’s cock inside her.
Soon, he found a rhythm, rocking Beatrix forward and back on their cocks. He listened to her sob in pleasure as another orgasm claimed her, and Levi came a moment later, his cheeks flushed, jaw clenched.
Stefan realized that this is what he wanted from life.
These two, this trinity.
No, that was just the arousal talking.
Please God, let it just be arousal. Loving, wanting, Beatrix was to be expected. But loving the combination of her and Levi, the feeling of completeness that he felt with them was stronger than what he’d felt as one half of “Sexie.”
He looked down, watching his cock disappear into her ass, the carnal, lurid visual wiping away any soft, romantic thoughts.
That lasted until he lay in bed beside them, an hour after their incredible sex session. It lasted until Beatrix fell asleep with her head on his chest, one leg hooked over Levi’s.
And then, the world caved in on him. This hadn’t been goodbye to the couple “Sexie” and hello to moving on with their lives, with them going their separate ways until they were called to the altar.
It was love.
And he was fucked.
Chapter Ten
Beatrix walked along the same underground corridor she’d traversed just a few months ago when she accepted the invitation to join the Trinity Masters. Since then, her life had returned—somewhat—to normal, which meant it sucked.
After that one life-altering, earth-shaking night in bed with Levi and Stefan, saying goodbye to them the morning after had been heartbreaking. Levi had suggested they meet up again. He’d wanted to keep the affair going until…
Until one of them was called to the altar.
He’d actually laid out a pretty wonderful, almost convincing case, and she’d been moved by how much he wanted more time with them.
However, Beatrix had rejected that idea. Not because she didn’t want to be with them—God, that was all Beatrix wanted—but because she didn’t think she could handle the fallout of walking away from both of them.
Losing Stefan the first time had nearly broken her.
Beatrix had likened it to ripping off a Band-Aid, and so they’d said their goodbyes, and she’d managed to hold in her tears until both men left. Then she spent the next two days holed up in the hotel suite, crying her heart out—the tears she’d bottled up when Stefan asked her to run away with him, the tears of pleasure she’d wanted to shed after their incredible lovemaking. She cried until she was finally numb enough to venture back into the real world.
Alone, she’d returned to Hollywood to start work on a new movie.
Mercifully, her days were busy, filled with table reads, public appearances, environmental activism, and interviews. However, the nights were even more lonely than they’d been in the months immediately after Stefan broke off their relationship.
She’d thought of Stefan and Levi more than she cared to admit over the past few months, but she remained steadfast in her belief that they’d been smart to walk away. She’d already nursed a broken heart over Stefan. The idea of doing that all over again times two—crying over Stefan and Levi—was more than she could bear.
The cream-colored envelope that was currently tucked in her bag had arrived late last week. She’d been tempted to break their no-contact rule and text Levi and Stefan. To tell them that she’d been called to the altar.
Then she’d put herself
in their shoes.
Would she want to know? The answer was a resounding no. She knew eventually they would all be called, all be partnered up with two other members, but knowing that ahead of time would only pull the scab on a wound that was still too fresh.
She glanced at the three closed doors before her. She was to enter room A, the same one she’d been assigned for her initiation. At the time, she hadn’t paid much attention to rooms B and C. Now she couldn’t help but notice them, wondering who might be waiting behind them.
She’d performed in front of countless live audiences in her lifetime, but she’d never experienced such bone-shaking nervousness as she was experiencing right now.
Stepping into the room, she set her bag down, trying to ignore her trembling fingers. A long white robe hung on the back of the door. She took off her jacket, then slipped off her dress.
She had called Franco after receiving the invitation, asking him if there was any specific dress code for the binding ceremony. He told her that she would be given a white robe—men wore black robes—and as part of the ceremony, she would take off the robe. What she wore underneath was primarily up to the member. Some chose to approach the altar naked beneath their robes, some in lingerie, others fully dressed.
Beatrix had selected the lingerie option. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, but the idea of standing before two strangers—and the Grand Master—completely naked would have added more stress to a string that was already stretched so taut, she feared it would snap.
She slid the robe over the Bordelle bodice bra and harness brief, which had suspenders that held up her thigh highs, all of which she’d bought from Net-a-Porter.
Her heart was racing and for just a moment, she considered running. Something she’d never done in her life.
She almost envied Stefan with his legacy status. While she was technically considered a legacy as well, she hadn’t grown up in the society, hadn’t had time to fully acclimate to their laws, their traditions, and customs. She hadn’t been raised by three parents. Her mom and dad had both been public educators, her dad a physics teacher, her mom sixth grade English. Stefan had showed her and Levi just how hot a ménage could be, but that didn’t explain how a trinity marriage worked.
Once she’d donned the robe, she perched on the edge of a chair and closed her eyes, employing relaxation techniques she had learned in acting school.
She slowly drew in a long, deep breath through her nose, counting to five in her head, before releasing the same air from her mouth. Over and over, she focused solely on her breathing until she felt calmer, more able to face what was about to happen.
Since receiving the letter, she’d had too many days to ponder, to worry about who her spouses might be and if they would be able to deal with her profession.
Actually, it wasn’t her profession that posed the problem. It was her fame.
Living life in front of the camera wasn’t easy. She was forever in the public eye, always having to look her best, or run the risk of suspected illness or disease or heartbreak or God only knew what else. It was exhausting. And whoever she married would be subjected to that same microscope, their histories dredged up and splashed all over the tabloids. Then the added complication of her job meant it would be hard to keep anything a secret the way Montana’s parents did.
And the paparazzi was only one facet of her complicated life. She traveled a great deal, either short jaunts—for interviews or public appearances—or for longer periods of time—when filming on location.
How would her future spouses feel about her being gone for extended periods? And where would they live? Would she have to give up her house in L.A.?
And then there were the other considerations. Would she be wed to two men or a man and a woman? Unlike Levi and Stefan, who clearly had bisexual tendencies, Beatrix had never kissed another woman or felt desire for one. Not that she didn’t appreciate the feminine form, but that appreciation was artistic rather than sexual.
A bell rang and just like that, all her relaxation techniques flew out the window as she was nauseous, thanks to nerves.
She stood slowly, raised the hood to her robe, concealing her face as Franco had advised her during their phone call, and walked to the interior door.
When she crossed the threshold, she saw the other two doors open, two hooded figures—both in black—emerged.
Two husbands.
That knowledge didn’t still the butterflies beating a violent tempo inside her stomach.
Approaching the altar, she was surprised to feel a tear rolling down her cheek.
She should have told Stefan and Levi she’d been called to the altar.
Right now, they were all she could think about.
God. She was in love with them. Both of them.
She stood, fighting down the emotions, praying she’d have the strength to make it through this ceremony without breaking down.
Another hooded figure joined them in the light.
The Grand Master.
The gold chain draped across her shoulder caught the light while her face was lost in shadows.
Beatrix gripped her hands tightly together beneath the voluminous sleeves of her robe as the Grand Master began to speak.
“When you joined the Trinity Masters, you made a vow. You pledged your lives to our cause and our way. The time has come for you to meet your partners, your lovers, your spouses. When I call your name, stand and remove your robe.”
Beatrix pressed her hands to her stomach.
This was it.
The moment of truth.
She was about to meet the two men she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
If only…
If only it could have been Stefan and Levi.
“Beatrix Stokes.”
Beatrix pushed her hood back as she stood, using her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face as she did. No more tears, no more crying. She was about to meet her spouses. This is what she’d signed up for. This was the price she was paying for the ability to change the world.
Then she shrugged the robe off, pulling on every ounce of acting training she possessed to remain still, to appear poised.
She thought she heard an intake of breath from one—maybe both?—of the men. Not that she was surprised. She was used to people recognizing her.
Oh God. What if she was partnered up with a super fan, some tongue-tied guy who fawned over her? That would drive her insane.
“Stefan Boyd.”
It was Beatrix’s turn to gasp as Stefan practically jumped out of his chair and removed his robe in one, easy, smooth pull. He’d opted for complete nudity.
Of course he had.
She laughed even as the tears she’d fought to swallow gathered on her lashes. She was going to be hard-pressed to get through the rest of this ceremony without sobbing.
Stefan.
She was marrying Stefan.
The Grand Master cleared her throat as the two of them shifted closer to each other. It was clear from Stefan’s face he was fighting the same powerful emotions she was.
But they had a third.
“Levi Hart.”
Levi pulled off his robe. Like Stefan, he was gloriously naked, and Beatrix cursed herself for being too shy, too cowardly to give her lovers, her husbands the same. Levi was grinning ear to ear.
Beatrix gave up trying to hold back her tears. She let them fall, even as her smile felt so huge, it might break her face in half.
“Hi, guys,” she said, half gasp, half sob.
Levi and Stefan laughed, though she could tell the sound was based on relief as much as joy. She felt the same way.
Stefan held his hands out, Levi and Beatrix both accepting them, tightening their circle. Beatrix moved closer, intent on kissing both of them senseless, but the Grand Master stopped her.
“We’re not finished.”
They all slowed their roll, grinning widely.
“You now belong to one another. Stand together. Hold out your ri
ght hands.”
The three of them shifted apart to do as the Grand Master directed. She took the gold chain and wrapped it around their outstretched hands.
“A Trinity Marriage isn’t easy, but if you love and trust one another, you will never be alone.”
Never be alone.
Beatrix let those words sink in deep. She’d spent too much of this year feeling completely, painfully alone, longing for the two men standing with her now.
Hers.
They were hers.
And she belonged to them.
“At this point, I generally suggest a kiss,” the Grand Master said. “But I don’t believe I need…”
That was all Beatrix heard because Stefan had already pulled her into his arms, kissing her with all the passion she’d missed since they’d said their goodbyes.
After he released her, Levi was there, ready to take Stefan’s place. Unlike Stefan’s kiss, which had been rough, hungry, possessive, Levi gave her the romance, the sweetness.
He cupped her cheeks in his large, callused hands and even brushed his nose against hers. “I never believed I could be this happy.”
She laughed, though it sounded more like a cry and then his lips touched hers, his tongue stroking hers, his breath mingled with hers.
If this was all a dream, Beatrix never wanted to wake up.
Their kiss lingered until Stefan cleared his throat. “Stop hogging our husband.”
Beatrix sighed as she watched her men kiss.
Then they all kissed again, laughing, shaking their heads in disbelief.
Beatrix was certain it would take a long time for this to truly sink in. It was all just too perfect.
Once they finally stopped kissing, hugging, and relishing the fact they had the rest of their lives to be together, Beatrix glanced around and realized the Grand Master was gone.
Sebastian stepped out of the shadows, shaking his head. “Started to think the three of you were going to start the honeymoon here.”
Levi and Stefan both shrugged on their robes when they realized the other man was there, the effect of their kisses very apparent.
“The suite at Boston Park Plaza has been reserved for you for one week. You’ll return one month from now for the marriage ceremony. Typically, newly formed trinities use this time to get to know one another, but...well...it looks as if you’re well on your way to enjoying your honeymoon.”