Chapter 18
KIM
The afternoon passed in a blur.
Lake had come back in a mood and locked himself away in his office. It wasn't that the meeting with Donnie had gone poorly. If anything, it was a success. Yet something was off.
My heart was still racing from the danger he'd placed himself in. I hadn't liked it, but it made sense. I wanted all this mess behind us just as badly as he did, but he was right. We would never be safe if we didn’t clear the board ourselves.
Only, Lake was convinced he’d made everything worse.
And the fact that he'd received a mildly threatening text from Parker hadn't helped. He'd tried to call him, but Parker's phone had gone to voicemail.
Unfortunately, we didn't have any other way to contact him.
Instead of staring at the closed office door, Atlas left to take a meeting in the main room, Joaquin floated back to the Gold Room, and I was following Beasty.
Snatched was the safest place for us, but after the last attack, I was starting to feel suffocated here, like this place was more of a prison than a sanctuary.
"I think that's it. The dancers are good. The club won't open for hours, and I'm exhausted." Beasty did look exhausted.
We all did after this morning’s stress.
A thought lodged in my mind and wouldn’t let go. "Beasty." I tugged on her hand and pulled her around to face me. "Do you want to blow off some steam? For fun?"
"Fun?" Her mouth twisted into a wry smile, and I wanted to bite her bottom lip. "Isn't that what we did yesterday?"
"It is. But..." I swiped my thumb across her jaw. “I'm starting to feel trapped here. Don’t you?" I dropped my voice to a whisper. I didn't want anyone else to hear, and I hated even voicing it. If I said it out loud, it made it real.
She blew out a breath.
Joaquin and Atlas turned the corner and I started to get jittery. Maybe Beasty would like to have all three of us, instead of just me. I eyed her. She seemed like she enjoyed Lake and me together. She had positively glowed after spending the night with Joaquin and Atlas.
"I didn't want to say it and make you guys feel like I'm not happy here. I've never been happier."
"What don't you want to say?" As soon as they were within touching distance, Atlas wrapped his arms around her, molding his front to her back. She melted into him.
For the hundredth time, I realized what assholes we'd been.
Joaquin's gaze burned into her. Since they'd worked out their issues, he was more in tune with Beasty, watching her without abandon, just like Atlas. I had to stifle my laugh. Maybe Joaquin was more like Atlas than I'd ever given him credit for.
"We feel trapped here. I know we just went to the fair yesterday, and that was amazing, but when we're at Snatched, it feels like the four walls are closing in on us." Beasty wouldn't meet any of our gazes, as if she was ashamed to admit it.
"I feel the same," I said, drawing Atlas and Joaquin's attention. "We need to remind ourselves why we built this place. How it's good for us—therapeutic as well as a good time."
One side of Atlas' mouth tipped up as Joaquin twisted his lips to the side.
"What did you have in mind?" Joaquin's voice dropped in timbre. We were of the same mind.
We could never pass up an opportunity to worship Beasty.
"We could use the Feral room. Chase Beasty until she can't run from us anymore." It was hard for me to say those words with no inflection. I didn't want to sway Beasty for my own enjoyment.
"Or we could go back to the Black Room. I'm always up for a good performance." Atlas bit Beasty's earlobe, and she moaned while her eyes fluttered shut.
Joaquin glanced between Atlas and me. "I'd also be down for some fingerpainting." He smirked. "That was hot as fuck."
Beasty didn't say anything as we watched her come back to herself. It was the best possible show I'd ever watched. The Beasty show. And we would have this for the rest of our lives. No matter how sh—
Fuck that. I wouldn’t let those thoughts in today.
"What do you want, Beasty?" I whispered, stepping closer, until my chest nearly brushed Atlas' arms. As if my presence was enough, she opened her eyes and tipped her head back.
"Why is this my decision?" she breathed.
"Because you're the heart of us now. What you want is the most important," Atlas said simply.
She closed her eyes again.
We leaned toward her, like she was the sun and we were the planets. Beasty was a goddess and we were her devoted followers ready to worship at her feet.
As much as I told lies, nothing had ever felt more like truth.
I think I really would have a painting commissioned with Beasty as a goddess. We'd hang it up in the foyer so anyone lucky enough to get an invite would know immediately that she was our center. Our heart, just like Atlas said.
Which gave me an idea...
"I...I'd like to go to the Feral Room." When she opened her eyes, she was the most glorious woman I'd ever seen. My breath caught at her beauty. That was truth too.
"Feral Room it is." Atlas already had her half-way down the hallway and Joaquin and I were left there staring after them.
"Wait!" I called, jogging to catch up. This woman just did something to my very being, and I wanted that for me. I wanted it for them. "Should we call Lake?"
"Nope," Joaquin panted beside me. I doubted the harsh breathing had anything to do with the light run and everything to do with the anticipation of catching Beasty. "He was the motherfucker who decided to go off on his own this morning. Missing out on a Beasty chase will be his punishment."
I laughed, and Atlas huffed his amusement ahead of us.
Inside the Feral Room, it was empty. Perfect. Atlas might like an audience, but I didn't. I wanted Beasty all to myself, and I never wanted people to watch me in my most intimate moments again.
Joaquin hit switches by the DJ booth until the columns lit with soft black lights, illuminating the greenery. We'd been adding more and more to this room since the place opened, and now it was exactly what it was always meant to be.
A very elaborate, very erotic maze.
Gaps in the walls gave prey a path to escape, with plenty of open space for the predators to catch them while the crowd closed in.
Erotic beats of ancient music spilled from the speakers. Some notes coming from one side, then the other. It was a true, immersive experience. Atlas was already unbuttoning his shirt, watching Beasty with so much heat, even I was affected.
Joaquin dimmed the black lights until they pulsed and flickered, like twisted moonlight sifting through clouds and trees.
I felt the vibrations in my toes. Beasty’s chest rose and fell faster and she spun, taking in Atlas, then me, and finally Joaquin who was loosening his tie as he approached her.
Damn it, I was falling behind again.
Shucking my jacket, I kicked off my shoes, more ecstatic than I'd ever been that we employed the best cleaning team in the surrounding DC area. This place was sanitized from top to bottom every night after the club closed.
"Beasty," I called. She glanced at me, her pupils dilated. "Run."
As if that was the push she needed, she toed off her shoes and shot off through the maze. I was the first to chase. But I suspected Atlas and Joaquin let me go first.
The music grew louder the deeper we went.
There she was, rounding the corner. Beasty glanced over her shoulder, her face fierce as she glared at me.
I laughed.
I loved that face. I had ever since I saw her that first time in the woods beneath a tangled mess of brown hair.
I cut between two columns and planted myself in front of her. Snatching her up, I crashed my lips into hers, yanking the back of her dress, ripping it.
When she spun away, the silk hung off one shoulder.
She took off again. Because I let her. Because this was the game.
The give and take of chase, the adrenaline coursing through our blood.
Her scream rent the air, and I followed the sound. I slid around the next column, finding Joaquin fisting her dress, but she was already running again in those delicious undergarments I'd picked out just for her.
Atlas popped out, and she skirted around him. His grin devilish in the changing lights as his fingers skimmed her side.
Again and again we trapped her, kissed her, grabbed her ass.
Atlas, the deviant, choked her every chance he got. His eyes flared as she struggled against him, and Beasty flushed under his violence.
I had her in my arms, and my chest felt like it would explode. Dipping my fingers into her panties, I groaned at just how wet she was for us. For our game.
The panties had to go. Hooking my fingers in the sides, I tugged as she pulled. She nearly tripped getting away, but she righted herself.
Instead of chasing, I pressed the warm fabric to my face and inhaled. Beasty was my favorite scent. She was my favorite everything.
Discarding my shirt, I took off again, almost slamming into a column when I rounded the corner to find Atlas pinning Joaquin against a column. Joaquin nearly disappeared in the fake foliage.
Beasty's laugh traveled to us, from the other side. How did she get over there so quickly?
Atlas ripped Joaquin's shirt off as I passed them.
"You're going to miss out!" I called over my shoulder.
Joaquin cursed, shoving a laughing Atlas back.
I cut through three walls before I found Beasty, sweating with pieces of hair sticking to the sides of her face as she skidded to a halt. She spun, but I grabbed her waist before she could get away.
Beasty fell to her knees, I went with her.
Her elbows hit the floor, and her ass, so plump and round, pressed against me. I ground my hard cock into her as lightning zinged behind my eyes.
Tearing open my pants, I shoved them down, but Beasty was already up and running.
Right into Atlas' arms as she glanced back at me.
"Caught you." He grinned, spinning her around. I was already on my feet, naked, and positioning myself at her front.
God, she made my blood sing.
Atlas pushed on her back. She struggled at first, then folded, gripping my hips. Her hot breath skated along the head of my cock, and my mind blanked.
"You don't even need warming up," he hummed, pleased.
Atlas grunted as Beasty let out a cry, jolting forward with his thrust.
As if she craved me like air, she took me in her mouth.
Beasty didn't even have to do much as I gathered her hair in my hands so I could watch her while Atlas fucked her. Each push drove her deeper onto my dick, until she was gagging, her nose almost to my pubic bone.
"Floor, floor," I chanted as my knees weakened.
Atlas stopped fucking her just long enough for us to collapse together.
Joaquin, with his pants pushed down and stroking himself, reached under Beasty to strum her clit. She twitched and moaned, and I threw back my head.
Gritting my teeth, I thought about feet and opossums and anything to stop myself from coming. I needed this to last. But God, I couldn’t stop.
On my knees, I took hold of her hair again, guiding her into a rhythm that threatened to destroy me. The kind that wouldn't let me last more than a few minutes—if I was lucky.
Saliva leaked down my cock, and I whimpered from the startling pleasure she was able to wring from me.
It was never like this. Not by myself. Not even our other times together.
This Beasty was wild, feral, just like the room we were in. Grunts and cries broke from her throat as she fought to take me deeper. Atlas fucked her harder.
I lost it.
My balls drew up as I shot rope after rope of cum down her throat. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't warn you," I repeated over and over again, still holding her hair. Still moving her just how I needed.
Beasty didn't fight it, or I would have stopped. If anything, she worked harder to make me feel good until I was so sensitive, I tried to pull her off. But she fought that too.
"Fuck," I breathed. "It's too much."
Atlas knocked my hands away as he gripped her throat and hauled her back until she was impaled on his cock.
"You like this, Beasty? You want us to chase you and fuck you any way we want?" His arms banded around her stomach and chest as he grunted, taking her faster, harder.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as spasms rocked her.
Joaquin was done waiting. He shoved Atlas over and entered him in one brutal thrust. With one hand squeezing Beasty’s hip and the other gripping the front of Atlas’ throat, he controlled their pace, fucking Beasty through Atlas.
Atlas was next to fall.
My heart skipped a beat to see them like this. His face screwed up tight in so much pleasure. Joaquin was pure unadulterated anger as he fucked Atlas so hard, I had a moment of fear that he’d fuck Beasty that way.
But she let out a soft moan, still shuddering. She loved this.
Every time Joaquin thrust into Atlas, Atlas went deeper into Beasty. One shaky arm braced her on the floor, though she’d have fallen if Atlas hadn’t been wrapped around her.
My cock twitched against my thigh. I glanced down in disbelief. I'd never come so hard but watching Beasty, my family, make love in the most primal way possible did something to me.
Joaquin picked up his pace, fucking Atlas so hard, his back arched and shouts rang out from all of them. Beasty lost her purchase, dropping her head and chest to the ground, Atlas surrounding her, groaning yet laughing, like this was too much fun.
I watched as they came down. My own sweat drying on my skin.
When Beasty finally cracked her eyes open, she stretched a hand out, searching for me. I hadn't realized I'd gotten cold, not quite feeling left out, but not part of them anymore either.
I didn't want that. I wanted to be tangled up in her arms the next time. I'd figure it out later to make sure I was right in the heart of it, surrounding Beasty as we all fell apart together.
Next time.
Next time.
Next time.