Wicked Villain Shorts

by Katee Robert

  Forever.

  David carefully removes the ropes and passes them to Beast. He grins at us, happiness infusing his features. “Congratulations. You may kiss…” He waves a big hand at the three of us. “Everyone.”

  Beast moves first, snagging the back of Gaeton’s neck and dragging him down to meet his mouth. It’s a fierce kiss, barely leashed. A promise of things to come. He gives me an identical treatment, towing me to his mouth instead of coming to mine. It might make me laugh at how Beast it is, but I’m too busy falling into the taste of him to find any amusement in the situation. Desire sparks, and I welcome it whole-heartedly. And then his mouth is gone and I’m looking up at Gaeton. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me slowly, almost gently.

  It feels like we were always on the path to this moment, to standing at the altar with the three of us. It just took several detours and a couple wrong turns to reach this destination.

  The men each take one of my hands and we turn to face the room. Both my sisters are crying. So is Aurora. Everyone looks so incredibly happy, nearly as happy as I feel.

  We walk down the aisle together, my men bracketing me in. Holding me up. Being strong so I don’t have to be.

  I expect us to head toward the room Cordelia had made up for our reception, but Beast picks up his pace and drags us into the little room where I’d waited earlier. I barely register Gaeton shutting the door behind me when Beast’s mouth crashes down on mine. He eats my moan, swallowing the sound down even as Gaeton’s hands go to the back of my dress and unlace me.

  I jerk back as the dress goes slack, leaving me in only a garter and white thigh-highs. “Wait.”

  “Shhh.” Gaeton’s big hands bracket my waist and lift me up. Beast bends down and carefully takes my dress and drapes it over the small dresser. Then my feet touch down on the ground. I turn to find them kissing as they divest each other of their clothing, hands rough and unsteady.

  It’s so hot. Unbearably hot. I sink into the single chair in the room and skate a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit as I watch them get naked. “We’re supposed to wait for tonight for this kind of thing.”

  Gaeton lifts his head and grins at me. “Can’t wait. You two look too good.”

  “Up, princess.” Beast grabs my hand and drags me to my feet. He pushes Gaeton into the chair to take my place. “We don’t have much time.”

  In reality, the handful of people attending this wedding will wait as long as we need. But reality feel strange and distant while we’re in this little room. We don’t have much time. I lick my lips. “Someone could come looking for us at any minute.”

  “Yes.” He closes his hands on my shoulders and nudges me climb onto Gaeton’s lap in the chair. “You two little sluts need orgasms to get you through until tonight. Who am I to refuse you?”

  I might laugh if I could draw breath. Gaeton’s bracketing my hips with his hands, urging me to grind against his big cock. He grins at Beast. “It’s rude to refuse your husband and wife on our wedding day.”

  Husband. Wife.

  I shiver. This is happening. We’ve really done it.

  They’re mine and I’m theirs.

  “Get on Gaeton’s cock, Isabelle. Don’t make me say it twice.”

  There will be a time when I’ll play disobedient submissive and make him punish me. This afternoon isn’t it. I lift myself up for Gaeton to guide his cock to my entrance. The little bit I touched myself didn’t fully prepare me to be stretched wide by him, but I luxuriate in the almost-pain. It’s mine, the same way they’re mine. “Mine.”

  “Yes.” Beast moves to stand next to the chair and clasps my chin. “You know what else is yours to take?” He taps my bottom lip, silently demanding I open my mouth. I obey instantly, already knowing where this is going. And then he’s guiding his cock into my mouth, a long slow slide that nevertheless doesn’t give me nearly enough time to adjust. He bumps the back of my throat, and I can’t muscle past my gag reflex.

  Beast’s dark chuckle makes my whole body go tight. “Six months of fucking us, and she still needs to be taught to properly deep-throat.” He pulls his cock from my mouth and shakes his head. “Show her how it’s done, Gaeton.”

  “Happily.”

  Shame makes my skin go hot and tight. I fucking love it. I love watching Beast’s cock disappear into Gaeton’s mouth even more. I start riding Gaeton as Beast fucks his mouth. It’s messy and rough and I can’t get enough. Each stroke rubs my clit against Gaeton, sends pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter through my body.

  “She’s close, Gaeton,” Beast growls. “Cover her mouth so everyone walking past this room doesn’t know you’re fucking her tight little pussy, that our little slut couldn’t wait to be filled up with our come until tonight. She had to have it right this fucking second.”

  Gaeton’s rough hand presses to my mouth, and I can’t keep the moan inside. I don’t know if it’s that touch or Beast’s words that send me over the edge. All I know is that I’m coming and it’s perfect. Beneath me, Gaeton starts moving, fucking up into me. It’s only when he curses low and hard as he orgasms that I realize Beast’s not in his mouth any longer.

  That’s when Beast’s words penetrate.

  Our come.

  Beast grabs my hips and lifts me off Gaeton’s cock. My feet hit the ground and he bends me down over the chair, over our husband. The word thrills me. Husband. Mine.

  And then Beast’s cock is there, shoving into me from behind. I can’t stop my moan. I don’t even try. His exasperated curse almost makes me smile. “Her mouth, Gaeton. Keep her quiet.”

  Gaeton snags the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine and his other hand is between my thighs, stroking my clit as Beast fucks me. I cling to his shoulders, as much to maintain our contact as to hold myself steady against Beast’s thrusts. This is too good, too perfect, too dirty.

  And then Beast goes and makes it more of everything.

  He leans down over my back, his cock impossibly deep inside me. “You’re going to walk into that reception with our come dripping down your thighs, little slut. A reminder of who you belong to.” He nips the back of my neck just hard enough to hurt. “A sign of ownership. Your ours, and we’re yours. Forever. Say it.”

  I break my kiss with Gaeton. “Yours. Forever.”

  “Who does this pussy belong to, little slut?”

  “You.” I meet Gaeton’s hot gaze. “And you.”

  “That’s right. Ours.” Beast’s strokes get rougher as he nears the edge. And then he’s coming, gripping my shoulder to hold me in place as he fills me up just like Gaeton did. I can’t stop shivering from the pleasure sparking through me. He eases out of me and drops me back into Gaeton’s lap. “Once more.”

  I blink up at him. “What?”

  But Gaeton is already moving, lifting one of my legs up and wide and resuming stroking my clit in that lazy way of his, as if we have all the time in the world. I writhe against his chest as we watch Beast get dressed, but Gaeton never quite pushes me over the edge. I understand why when Beast motions with an impatient hand and Gaeton pushes me into his arms.

  Beast turns me and urges me to brace myself against the dresser next to my dress. There’s a mirror there, and we both watch Gaeton pull his tux back on as Beast fucks me with his fingers. “He looks good, doesn’t he?”

  “Yes.” I’m so close, I’m almost sobbing.

  Beast holds me in place as he draws me closer and closer to the edge. There’s no more teasing. He’s intent on his destination, and he knows my body well enough to make it happen on his timeline. “Sometime at the reception, I want you to suck his cock. Get your lipstick all over him for me to find later. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  “Good girl.”

  And then I’m coming, my orgasm so intense it almost makes me black out. I’m vaguely aware of Beast catching me around the waist and Gaeton laughing as he comes to pull us both into his arms. We stand like that for what feels li
ke a small eternity, me bracketed by them and their strength. Finally, I lift my head. “I love you both so much, it takes my breath away.”

  “You’re mine. Forever.”

  “Forever,” Gaeton and I say together. He kisses me and then leans over me to kiss Beast. “Here’s to the first day of the rest of our lives. Come on. We have a party to get to.”

  11

  Sparring

  Gaeton

  I dodge the punch aimed at my throat and dance back a step. “That was a cheap shot.”

  Beast wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and gives me a wicked grin. “Anyone you fight outside the ring isn’t going to play nice.”

  “Neither are you, apparently.” I gauge his stance, waiting for the tell-tale movement of his hips to signal another strike. Some fighters signal their intentions with their eyes or shoulders, but Beast is too well-trained for that kind of rookie mistake. But even he can’t go from stationary to attacking without some kind of tell.

  The gym around us is empty, courtesy of our late-night workout. He hasn’t been able to sleep well this week, not with the news coming out of Sabine Valley. Every time Isabelle or I bring it up, he shuts us down. Isabelle might be content to give him his space and let him work through whatever’s going on in that pretty head of his, but that’s now how I roll.

  I lean forward on my toes and laugh when he tenses. “Almost got you.”

  “You know what they say about ‘almost,’ Gaeton.”

  Yeah, I do. Just like I know that this is exactly what he needs; work off some tension and then we’re going to sit down and talk. The lack of communication is what fucked all three of us the first time, and there’s no way in hell I’m willing to let us travel down those old roads.

  Not even if Beast’s ex, Cohen, is alive.

  I move back a step, and Beast follows. The ring is the standard size, but it always feels smaller when I’m in here with him. He’s too damn fast. I can’t let my guard down for even a second. He’s also patient enough to outlast me. That is, he’s patient when I’m not in the mood to provoke him. I flick my fingers at him. “How about a friendly wager?”

  His blue eyes narrow. “Only if you feel like offering something you’re willing to lose.”

  “None of that bullshit.” I grin. “Whoever wins gets to fuck the other…right here in the ring.”

  Beast goes so still, he doesn’t seem to even breathe. “Risky. Someone could walk in.”

  “Yeah, they could.” I start edging to one side, and he rotates to follow me without hesitation. “But the only person likely to interrupt is Isabelle, and she’ll just join in.” Though, really, Isabelle isn’t going to interrupt. She’s been running herself ragged trying to keep up with her sisters. Our woman is all-in for the territory, but she’s not used to the amount of energy required. She’ll find her feet eventually, but add in her worry about Beast and she’s exhausted. Tonight we stayed long enough to get her mind off things and wait for her to fall asleep before coming here. She won’t wake until morning. Hopefully by then, I’ll be able to tell her honestly that we have nothing to worry about with Beast.

  “You’re on.” He comes at me before I have a chance to brace, and I barely block his punches and kicks before they make contact with my torso. The fucker is fast, and he fights dirty, even in sparring.

  That’s okay.

  I fight dirty, too.

  I count off in my head. When Beast is exhausted and distracted, like he is now, he falls into a pattern. Punch, punch, kick. When he tries to kick my thigh, I grab his ankle and yank, toppling him to the ground. I follow him to the ground, barely catching his shoulders before he rolls out of the way. I use my larger size to try to pin him.

  It’s like trying to pin down water. We’re both sweaty and panting and I’m going to be covered in bruises tomorrow. He will be, too. Beast almost gets out from under me, but like I said—I play dirty.

  I kiss him.

  Just like that, pent up aggression turns to pure desire. He stops trying to get away and digs his hands into my hair, holding me as he takes my mouth. My cock was already semi-hard thinking about the stakes, and I groan against him as I go rock hard. Our loose shorts are barely a barrier between us. If anything, they allow my cock to slide alongside his even easier.

  I break away enough to say. “After this, we’re talking.”

  Beast hesitates the barest fraction of a second. “Yeah. Okay.”

  Thank fuck. I brace myself on my elbows and thrust against him. “You’re pinned, motherfucker.”

  His grin makes my stomach do a little flip like I’m at the top of a roller coaster and about to slip into a freefall. Beast tows me back down. “Yeah, I am.”

  I want to sink into the kiss, to just make-out like a pair of horny teenagers for a bit, but I need him too much. Still, it’s harder to pull away than it should be. Even after nearly a year together, I can’t get enough of him. “Don’t move.”

  Beast props himself up on his elbows and watches me climb out of the ring and walk to the bag I brought with us. His brows inch up when I return with a bottle of lube. “Someone’s prepared.”

  “Fighting and fucking, Beast. I figured we wouldn’t have a proper conversation until we’d managed one or the other—or both.”

  He grimaces a little. “Pushy.”

  “It’s been a week of this shit. I’m entitled to be pushy.” I sink to my knees between his thighs and hook my hands into the waistband of his shorts. “You want it rough.”

  It wasn’t a question, but he’s already nodding. “I need it rough right now.”

  I almost ask for his safe word, but this is less about boundary-crossing kink than about driving out the demons riding him. I know where Beast’s line is, just like he knows where mine is. There might be times when we dance on those lines, but tonight isn’t one of them.

  Instead, I toss his shorts to the side and grab his arm. It’s easy to flip him onto his stomach because he’s already rolling with the motion and going onto his hands and knees. I smooth my hands down his scarred back and squeeze his ass. I spread lube over my cock and down his ass and then start to work my way slowly into him. No matter how rough he wants it, I want this good for him rather than another way to flog himself over the shit going on in his head right now.

  I’m halfway into his ass when he drops his head between his shoulders. “Fuck.”

  “This is what you need, isn’t it?” I grip his hip and sink another few inches. “A reminder of whose rings are on your finger right now.” Damn it, maybe I needed this, too. A year ago, when I asked Beast what would happen if his ex really was alive, I didn’t honestly believe it could be possible. Beast was so sure Cohen had died. He’d mourned him.

  Now we find out the bastard has been alive this whole time.

  I finally sheath myself completely and lean over his back to brace one hand on the other side of his. I kiss the back of his neck, his skin salty with his sweat, and set my teeth against him. “He can’t have you. Do you fucking hear me, Beast? You’re ours and he made his choices when he didn’t come to Carver City.” I start moving slowly, and then picking up pace when he moans. Each word punctuated by a thrust. “You. Are. Ours.”

  “I know!” He bursts out. “Fuck, you think I don’t know that?”

  I grab the lube and pause long enough to coat my palm. I reach around his hip and wrap my fist around his cock. “How would I know? You haven’t said a single fucking word.” I meant to hold off on this conversation until we were finished fucking, but we really do communicate better when we’re fucking. Twelve months hasn’t changed that.

  “This cock.” I squeeze him roughly, earning another moan. “This ass.” A rough thrust. “Mine. Isabelle’s. Fucking say it.”

  Beast shoves back against me. “I’m yours. Now fuck me properly.”

  I pump slowly, timing the strokes of my hand to coincide. Teasing him. I didn’t realized how pissed I am about his withdrawal until this moment. “Do y
ou know what it’s been like watching you retreat? Isabelle is about to lose her fucking mind, and I can’t comfort her because I’m not sure of you right now. I haven’t been since Lammas night.” Since Beast got a call from an old contact in Sabine Valley informing him that all seven of the Paine brothers are alive and well, including his ex.

  Beast exhales slowly, like he’s fighting for control right along with me. “I love you and Isabelle, Gaeton. I chose you back in your apartment during that week, and I chose you again at the altar six months ago. Cohen being alive doesn’t change that.” He curses when I give his cock a few rough strokes. “I haven’t said anything, because I didn’t know how I felt. I mourned that fucker, and now I find out he’s been alive this entire time and never reached out? I’m pissed and I’m fucking hurt, but none of that means I want anything different than what I have.”

  Relief makes me dizzy. In my heart of hearts, I knew he wasn't going to leave us, but the longer we went without talking about it, the more fear took root. I grab one of his hands and guide it to his cock. “Make yourself come while I fuck your ass.”

  He doesn’t hesitate, stroking himself even more roughly than I had been. I lean back and grip his hips. He asked for a rough fucking, and apparently that’s exactly what we both need. I drive into him, cursing as how good this feels now that I can focus entirely on the pleasure without the fear lingering in the back of my mind.

  Beast growls my name as he orgasms, and I let myself follow him over the edge, barely pulling out in time to come across his back. It feels like marking him as mine all over again, and the sight soothes something dark deep inside me. “Don’t move.”

  He huffs out a laugh. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

  I yank up my pants and climb out of the ring again to grab two towels. After I get our mess cleaned up, I pass him his shorts and wait while he pulls them back on. Only when we’re both clothed do I speak again, “The whole point of being in a relationship is that you can talk through shit. I get that it’s not any more natural for you than it is for either me or Isabelle, but we need that. You closed us out and it wasn’t okay.”