Page 1 of Her Beast

Prologue

London

1857

Sukey popped the cork on the fifth bottle of champagne that night and swayed drunkenly as she stood beside the chaise longue where Malcolm was sprawled. “Open up, Mal!”

He obligingly opened his mouth, but when she poured the contents of the £20 bottle from a height of at least a foot she missed Malcolm's head completely, hitting his chest, instead.

They both chortled like the drunken fools they were as the expensive alcohol ran down his naked chest and stomach, the bubbly liquid strangely pleasurable on his hot skin.

Malcolm blinked his bleary, champagne-misted gaze at the man kneeling between his thighs. “It’s coming your way, Bri,” he warned.

Brian merely grunted, too busy trying to throat Malcolm’s prick, even though he never managed to swallow more than two-thirds before he started choking.

Still, God bless the man for trying.

Sukey staggered back several feet, until she bumped into Malcolm’s desk, still clinging to the bottle with both hands. The slight swaying of her body and her owlish gaze told Malcolm that his wife was one step from passing out.

“I love you, Mal,” she said, clumsily hoisting her arse up onto the desktop without letting loose of the bottle.

Malcolm grinned. “I know.”

His answer sent Sukey into whoops.

“You’re so—sobad,”she gasped in between snorts and chuckles, the champagne bottle slipping through her fingers and falling to the rug with a dullthunk. She sighed and then flopped onto her back across the desk, her lush body laid out like a delicacy.

“Spread for me, Sukes,” Mal said in a voice made harsh from too much drink, too many cigars, and too much silly laughter.

Sukey lifted her heels onto the edge of the desk and then let her legs fall open like a butterfly, giving Malcolm a prime view of her pretty pink cunt.

He groaned. “So fucking beautiful. Touch yourself.”

She slid a finger into her slick folds and spread wider as she circled her swollen nub with one hand and fucked herself with the other.

“Good girl,” he praised as he drank in the gorgeous sight of her “C’mere," he ordered after watching her for a few minutes, his balls so hard they felt like steel. "Need to taste you.”

But Sukey was too far gone to hear him.

Malcolm tried to push himself up and go to her, but he’d forgotten about the man attached to his prick.

Brian grabbed his thighs and yanked him down, shooting him a hot, sultry glare. “Stay put.”

Malcolm was too dizzy to struggle against Bri’s strong hands or his hot, sucking mouth.

Sukey didn’t need him, in any case, and she sped toward her climax like an out-of-control locomotive. “Mal… I’m—” The muscles in her spread thighs strained as her back arched off the desk, hips jerking and bucking as she screamed out her pleasure.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Malcolm growled, reaching for the champagne bottle he’d set beside his chair earlier. He lifted it to his mouth and took a swig, purposely spilling the last of the bottle onto his chest. It rolled down his belly to his groin and Brian hastily licked up the expensive liquid.

“Tha’s right,” Mal slurred as Bri cleaned off the mingled champagne and spunk from their earlier round of fucking, allowing some of the liquid to run onto his sac.

“So good,” he muttered as Bri tongued his tight, aching bollocks.

Malcolm struggled to keep his heavy lids up; he wanted to watch Bri pleasure him—the man wasn’t only talented with his mouth; he was also as beautiful as an angel—but Mal was just too damned tired. They’d been celebrating for hours, ever since Edward Leeland had accepted Malcolm’s partnership offer for the Kingston Shipping Line.

Mal had worked his arse off for six months to convince Leeland that he was the perfect man to take over his family’s shipping company—one of the largest in the world. The shipping line was Mal’s firstcompletelylegitimate endeavor. Oh, he owned the dry goods shops and the shipyard, of course, but neither of those had operated entirely within the law. But Leeland was notorious for his strict morality, so Malcolm had deemed it wise to keep his hands clean with this deal.

He’d also needed to hide his sexual proclivities from the wealthy old man. These past months had been hard on him, Sukey, and Bri, but it had been especially difficult for Brian since he’d temporarily moved into lodgings of his own, away from their cozy nest at the shipyard.

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