Chapter Thirteen
“Hell, yeah.” Beck strode to the closet, dissecting the urgency straining Seth’s voice. It matched the dominant energy pinging off his body.
The night they’d agreed to start a family, Seth had been so torqued up and impatient, he’d nearly ditched the bed and fucked Heavenly on the stairs. His mood now felt similar…but wilder, almost manic.
Beck completely understood why the guy was desperate to control something. He’d had an emotional reckoning in New York, then been blindsided by instant fatherhood the minute he’d returned to LA. But the edge—the demand—on Seth’s face gave Beck pause.
He shelved his concern for now.
BDSM toy bag in hand, he stalked to the bed as Heavenly peeled off her pale pink tee beneath Seth’s exacting stare. The big PI all but salivated as her breasts spilled from delicate lace. Beck set the bag near the bed and found himself following suit.
Heavenly glanced at the black duffel and blinked. “What’s that?”
“Our bag of tricks,” he quipped with a dirty smile.
“The fun kind.” Seth yanked the zipper open.
“Which we should have introduced you to months ago,” Beck drawled.
Heavenly raised on her tiptoes and lifted her chin, trying to peer inside.
“No peeking, little girl.” He swatted her ass playfully.
When Heavenly yelped, Seth crowded closer, fisting her hair with a tug. “I said strip.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her voice quivered.
Slowly, he released her hair, squaring his shoulders and clasping his hands behind his back, eyes dark and watchful. Demanding.
She peeled off her yoga pants, revealing her slender legs—and the fact that she wore nothing beneath. Then she met Seth’s Dominant stare and unfastened her bra. It floated to the hardwoods, leaving her naked.
The air seemed to leave the room. Her soft skin and rosy-hard nipples stole what was left of Beck’s breath. His steely cock throbbed.
He flicked a glance at Seth, who raked Heavenly with hungry eyes and wrapped a hand around her throat. Command crackled in the air.
Fuck. He and Seth would drown her in orgasmic bliss, but Beck needed to make sure the big guy didn’t turn savage.
“Angel… Five days without you felt like five fucking lifetimes.”
Heavenly softened, as if sensing that Seth needed her to yield. “We missed you.”
With a rough groan, he gripped her nape, tilted her face under his, and took her mouth in a bruising kiss.
“I think he missed us, too, little girl,” Beck muttered thickly in her ear.
Her muffled whimpers torched Beck’s blood. He couldn’t keep his hands off her for another second.
With a growl, he pressed in behind her. While Seth devoured her like a Dom possessed, Beck brushed the hair off her shoulder and scraped his teeth up her neck.
Heavenly melted between them with a satisfying shudder, arching her breasts against Seth’s chest while shoving her hips back at Beck with a needy moan.
Seth tore his mouth from hers with a feral roar, eyes wild. He ripped off his tank and flung it aside. “Didn’t I already tell you? On the bed. Legs spread. Now. Don’t make me say it again.”
Heavenly scampered onto the mattress. Her shallow breaths, coupled with the trust glowing on her face, made Beck’s heart clutch.
She settled onto her back and parted her thighs shyly, barely exposing her glistening pink folds. At the sight, Beck hissed. His restraint began to dissolve.
Seth’s nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent of her arousal. “Arms above your head.”
Heavenly complied while he shoved a hand into the duffel. Moments later, the big PI yanked out a bundle of rope with glittering eyes. With lips flattened into a tight line, he began whipping the soft cord around her delicate wrists.
Concern pricked Beck. He knew Seth well—his non-con fantasies, his breeding kink, and harsh taskmaster games. But watching him fight not to lose his command was new. Beck would make damn sure Cooper didn’t push their girl too far.
Seth knotted the rope, latching her to the headboard. All the while, Heavenly blinked up at him. Trying to understand the man’s edge? His urgency?
Though the sight of her helpless surrender jolted him, Beck held back and gave Seth’s beast more leash. For now.
He eased onto the bed beside her and dragged his tongue up her neck, pausing at the shell of her ear. “I’ll be right beside you, but Seth needs to control you so he can center himself. It’s a Dom thing. Can you give him that?”
A thousand questions swam in Heavenly’s eyes. She didn’t voice them, just gave him her trust wrapped in a barely perceptible nod.
“Good girl.” He claimed her mouth with an incendiary kiss as he slid a finger under the rope to test the binding.
Despite Seth’s desperate single-mindedness, it wasn’t too tight. He’d put Heavenly first.
“Safe word?” Seth oozed impatience as he climbed between her thighs and shoved her legs wide.
“Freedom.” Her breath hitched. “Sir.”
Beck rewarded her by brushing his palm over her stomach, savoring the quiver of her skin beneath his fingers.
“Do not come without permission.” Seth’s voice was dark with warning.
“No, Sir.”
“I haven’t tasted your sweet cunt in five hellish days.” He lowered his head until he hovered above her pussy, breathing hard. “Spread wider. I’m fucking starving.”
As she obeyed, Seth clutched Heavenly’s soft thighs and consumed her pussy. At the first touch of his mouth, she jerked against her restraints. Seth didn’t respond except to gorge on her, showing no mercy.
Her feminine musk and kitten-soft moans went straight to Beck’s cock.
His skin prickled. Primal need stirred in his chest as he strummed her beaded nipples and watched Seth lash her clit with his tongue.
As they drove her higher, Heavenly bucked and gripped the rope, her blue eyes heavy-lidded and dilated.
“You like Seth eating your cunt, little girl?” Beck taunted.
“Yes…” she mewled, grinding her pussy against Seth’s unrelenting tongue. “Yes!”
The PI jerked his head up and slapped the swollen pad. “Did I give you permission to fuck my face?”
Heavenly blinked rapidly, as if trying to focus. “I-I… N-no, Sir. I didn’t…”
“You did. Who’s on top?”
“You, Sir.”
“That’s right. I control your pleasure. Forget again, and I’ll leave you aching.”
“I-I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Ease up, man,” Beck warned. “If you don’t want her grinding on your face, keep it out of her pussy. Or give her some rules.”
Seth’s jaw tightened. Beck wondered if the big PI intended to lunge at him. But he dragged in breaths and stared down at Heavenly. Finally, he scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I was just trying—”
“To assert your Dominance. Yeah, I get it. We both do. But it’s not fair to punish her for moving when you didn’t tell her to stay still.”
Seth caressed her hip with an apologetic grimace. “I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to bark at you. I’m just…on edge.”
“I know. It’s okay,” she murmured.
“Let me make it up to you.” He lowered himself between her legs again and glided his tongue through her slit.
Heavenly let out a long moan.
“That’s it,” Beck whispered. “Close your eyes. Focus on the pleasure we give you.”
When he fastened his mouth over her breast, she nodded, her lashes fluttering shut with a soft sigh. He alternated sucking and laving her nipple, then compounded her sensations by pinching and plucking the other between his fingers. The berry tips hardened even more.
Seth lashed and sucked her clit with savage urgency while he eased two fingers inside her, slowly dragging them over her G-spot in torment.
Her gasps and groans as she arched between them drove Beck higher. He kept at her tits, one after the other, with his mouth and hands, teasing her swollen nipples, sparing an occasional breath to whisper something filthy in her ear.
Time lost meaning as they ramped her higher and higher.
They’d learned Heavenly’s body well, knew when her taut muscles began to quiver and her keening cries grew hoarse that they’d taken her to the brink.
Neither he nor Seth was ready to end this sweet torture.
If they wanted to deny her release, they needed to downshift.
Beck enjoyed edging subs, always had. But watching Heavenly struggle between clawing lust and her innate desire to please flipped every sadistic switch in his body.
Seth tongued her clit while pumping his fingers inside her, keeping her endlessly suspended between heaven and hell—while she cried for mercy.
They had none.
“You want to come, don’t you, angel?” Seth muttered against her thigh before he nipped it.
“Yes!” Heavenly sobbed, her voice raw with need. “Please, I…I can’t hold—”
“You better.” Beck bit her nipple between his teeth. “You don’t have permission.”
He laved away the sting, sucking the bud into his mouth, then grazing his teeth over her sensitized peak. He repeated the process again, delighting as she twisted and shuddered, her expression a deliciously helpless plea.
Together, he and Seth kept her on a rack of blissful torture, keeping her orgasm just out of reach. Her body bowed. Her agonized shriek became a one-word litany on repeat. “Please…”
They ignored her and backed off. Her whimpered protests filled the room as they kissed her, whispering and murmuring against her skin, stroking and caressing her until she softened, caught her breath, and quieted her pleading.
Then they started in again, soaring her to the cusp of release with their hands and mouths until Heavenly strained against the ropes and an inhuman cry tore from her throat.
“Please. P-please…” Tears slid from the corners of her unfocused eyes. “I-I need to come. I c-can’t take it anymore.”
“You can. You still don’t have permission,” Seth scolded with an evil smirk.
“I-I know. But…I-I’m dying.”
“We’re just warming you up, little girl.” Beck eased sweat-soaked strands of hair from her face.
“No. No!” She tossed her head from side to side. “I can’t… I-I’m on fire.”
“You have a safe word,” Seth reminded, licking away her juices from his lips with a grin. “You can end your suffering right now.”