Lady Alexandra's Lover (15 page)

“What makes you think any of these suitors are going to have the least bit of interest in me?”

“Oh, they are definitely interested. Can’t you tell?”

Tell? Sure, they looked at her bosom. All the men did. That didn’t prove they had any interest. All that proved is they wouldn’t mind getting into her drawers. And speaking of…

“And what will we do, dear stepbrother, if I end up with child? With your child?”

Evan’s whole body tensed, his arms strengthening their hold. His cheeks reddened. “I have not forgotten about that. We will know soon enough if you are with child, and if you are, I will ask for your hand.”

“I’ve already told you that I’m not marrying you.”

“If you’re carrying my child, you will damned well marry me.”

“If that is your decision, why on earth are you sending every eligible gentlemen and peer this side of Britain after me? If they’re as interested as you think they all are, surely one of them will decide to ask for my hand in the next week. Then what will happen if I do end up expecting your child?”

“We will call off the betrothal, and you and I will be married.”

Ally shook her head. What a convoluted scheme! And ridiculous, as well. Was he punishing her for accusing him of rape? She certainly did deserve reprisal for that slip of the tongue, but for goodness’ sake, he wouldn’t even let her apologize. Every time she brought it up, he cut her off. And as far as a child was concerned, Ally truly was not worried about it. As she had told him, she had just finished her courses a few days before they were intimate, and she knew her body well enough to know that pregnancy was unlikely.

The dance ended, and Ally curtsied politely. “Thank you, my lord.” She turned to look at the grandfather clock in the corner. Only a few minutes left. She had to find Brooks and arrange to meet him so he would find her with Mr. Landon. “Now, if you will excuse me please, I’m sure I have myriad more gentlemen to dance with.” She rolled her eyes, turned, and strode away.

E
van strode
out of the ballroom and toward the gentlemen’s smoking area. He poured himself a brandy and took a sip, letting the amber liquid settle over his tongue and down his throat. No matter how many men he sent Alexandra’s way, his guts twisted every time another one took her out onto the dance floor.

He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He hated the warmth and desire that floated over him every time Alexandra and he talked about the possibility of her being with child. Did he want her to be carrying his child? A primal and animalistic part of him did. Was he ready to be a father? More to the point, was she ready to be a mother? She truly did seem to be impulsive and self-centered, but that did not stop the incredible desire and passion he had for her. It was unlike anything he had ever known. He hadn’t felt it for Rose or anyone. And though he’d enjoyed his exploits in the past, the act itself with Alexandra was something else altogether.

He had to get her away from him. She was most likely right about the timing of her courses. She seemed to know a lot about her own body and about the world of pleasure. Odd, since she had clearly been a virgin when they made love for the first time.

He would marry her off quickly. How else could he curb this desire for her?

He poured himself another brandy and sipped it, saying hello to a few men who walked in, making a bit of small talk. Finally, he decided to get some fresh air on the terrace.

He raked his hands through his long hair, inhaling the night air. Lord, London was not Wiltshire. How he longed for a true breath of fresh air. He walked along the terrace, ignoring the whispering couples coveting their privacy. Nervous energy rippled through him. He knew what he needed, and from whom he needed it. But that would not happen tonight or ever again.

The moon was a round white globe in the sky, casting its silver curtain over the lawn and the couples who thought they were being discreet. Evan turned a blind eye until a cherry-red nipple caught his gaze—a beautiful nipple he knew well. His ire throbbed within him as a mouth—a mouth that was not his own—descended toward it.

B
ut Lars had
something else in mind. My quim still pulsating from my climax, my mouth still coated with the essence of Christophe, Lars lunged forward and grabbed me, taking a chair and arranging me on his lap. My arse was bared to him, and he slowly brushed his hands over my buttocks. I shuddered all over, the aftershock of my climax still surging through my veins, my blood still boiling, my pussy still wet.

“Such a lovely arse, my lady,” Lars said.

I turned and looked up at him, my cheeks warm and my pulse racing. “I am so very glad you find it to your liking, sir.”

“Yes, yes,” he said, still rubbing my arse. “And because you have been so good today, I shall not spank your lovely arse.”

Spank? Amelia, my heart nearly stopped! I’d heard of such things, but never had I expected any gentleman to speak of such prurient behavior. Of course, Lars was a servant from a peasant’s background, not a gentleman. Suddenly I could not contain my excitement! I wanted a spanking more than I wanted anything at that moment.

I turned my head the other way and espied Christophe sitting across from us on a settee, his eyes glazed over, his expression unreadable.

I turned back toward Lars and looked into his flushed face. “Do you wish to spank me, Lars?”

“Such a beautiful arse is made for such pleasures.” He smiled lasciviously, so different from the shy and awkward footman who had entered the room only moments ago.

“Then by all means, please spank me.”

His hand came down on my arse with a loud swat. I jolted, a rush of pain surging through me, out to my limbs and then back inward, until the pain metamorphosed into pleasure, landing between my legs. Amelia, I cannot even describe the bliss. Before I could process the feeling cascading through me, he slapped my arse again, and the sharp pain traveled through me once more, changing into pleasure and culminating in my most secret spot.

Christophe stood and came toward us. He squatted down next to us and began working the folds of my pussy, which were slick and wet. Another slap came down upon me, and Christophe’s fingers surged into my pussy. Oh, Amelia, never have I felt such all-consuming passion and need! The next slap became more important to me than my next breath, and Christophe’s fingers fucking me whilst Lars spanked me was the most delicious sensation ever. Soon I was climaxing again, and then again.

“Your arse is such a lovely shade of pink, my lady,” Lars said, now massaging my buttocks.

“Yes, indeed, my lady,” Christophe agreed. “I do believe spanking becomes you.”

“Please, please. I must have a cock inside me. I beg of you, both of you. Please, one of you must fuck me.”

“As I have already done that many times,” Christophe said, smiling, “I will give that honor to Lars today.”

Quick as a flash of lightning, Lars bent me over the divan, unfastened his pants, and shoved his cock into my waiting cunt. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting and groaning, his ballocks slapping my clitoris as he thrust and he thrust.

Amelia, my orgasm, when it came, was the most amazing burst of stars I have ever experienced. And then, when he spurted over my bare back, his own climax taking him, I felt a pleasure I’d never yet known.

I cannot wait until our next encounter. I hope Lars will interrupt us again, and I hope Hattie will not lose her nerve. What fun the four of us will have!

Until then, I am yours, affectionately,

Prudence

A
lly scanned the terrace
. The night was more illuminated than usual. She hadn’t counted on a full moon this evening. Well, all the better for Brooks to see them when he arrived a few moments later for their rendezvous.

Mr. Landon freed her breasts, kissing the tops of them. “Lady Alexandra, I always knew they would be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

Ally’s heart thumped. Having him see her like this felt all wrong. But it was a means to an end, and she would go through with her plan. She had to, not only for herself, but also for Sophie and her mother.

A shadow approached. Good, Brooks was right on time.

Mr. Landon descended to her nipple.

“Get your goddamned hands off of her.” The voice was low and primal.

And it did not belong to Viscount John Brooks.

She turned and met Evan’s gaze. Excellent. Her conventional stepbrother would see that Mr. Landon did right by her. Everything had worked out perfectly. So why did she feel so violated and ashamed? And why was she wishing Evan’s lips were the ones descending toward her hard nipple?

Mr. Landon looked up. “I beg your pardon?”

Evan grasped Mr. Landon by the shoulders and pulled him off of Ally. “I said get your fucking filthy hands off of her,” he said through clenched teeth.

A dull thud echoed as Evan’s fist slammed into Mr. Landon’s nose. Mr. Landon fell onto the terrace, blood gushing from his nostrils.

A scream lodged in Ally’s throat, but before she could let it out, Evan grabbed her arm, forcing her across the terrace and back into the ballroom. She ran, pushing her breasts back into her loosened corset, trying to keep up with his big heavy strides. Through the ballroom they raced, Evan seemingly on a mission. Ally nudged several people and murmured her apologies, though she was sure those affected hadn’t heard her since Evan was pulling her through so quickly. They reached the front door and he hauled her outside. He dragged her to their carriage, nearly threw her inside, and told the coachman to take them to the Brighton townhome.

He didn’t speak to her during the ride. He didn’t even look at her. She cringed, both fear and arousal bubbling through her. What would he do to her?

When they arrived, he pulled her out of the carriage and forced her up to the door and inside the townhome.

“My lord?” Woods began.

Evan ignored Woods, dragging Ally along to the staircase. He lifted her in his strong arms.

Her heart hammered, her cheeks warmed, and her body throbbed. “Where are you taking me?” Terror—or was it lust?—paralyzed her.

Evan gazed down at her, his eyes afire. “To my bed. Where you belong.”

Ally gulped, still unable to move, unable to resist. She saw no point in trying to stop him. He was an animal, and she was his prey. She
wanted
to be his prey.

He raced to his chamber, set her down, turned her around, and unfastened her gown.

“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, turning her to face him. “I want you so much. To see him, his hands on you…” His eyes were dark and smoking as he descended and bit into the side of her neck.

Ally sucked in a breath. The pain of his teeth sinking into her skin twitched through her, followed by a wave of clenching nirvana. Pleasure-pain. She had heard of such things. She had read of such things. But to actually experience the exquisite torture of it… And she ached to feel it again.

“You’re mine, Alexandra.” He brushed her gown off her shoulders and sank his teeth into the soft flesh there.

She gasped again at the pleasure and pain coursing through her, gritting her teeth while she tried to inch forward. Had to get nearer…nearer to his body heat, to his raw masculine presence.

“I won’t ever let anyone else touch you. Only I will possess you, Alexandra.”

He turned her and removed her corset, and soon she stood before him wearing only her chemise and drawers, her legs trembling.

He tore her chemise down the middle and yanked it off of her onto the floor. She gasped again as he made the same work of her drawers. She stood before him naked, while he was still fully clothed, her pulse drumming, her nipples puckered and hard, her sex throbbing between her legs.

He pulled her close and whispered against her mouth, “Tell me you’re mine, Alexandra.”

She opened her mouth, but no words emerged. Inside she was shouting, “Yes, yes! I am yours, yours and only yours, forever!”

He gripped her more tightly, his short fingernails clawing into her flesh. “Say you’re mine. Say it, Alexandra.”

She quivered, and her blood turned to hot lava. “I’m yours, Evan.”

“And who is taking you this night?”

“You are. Only you.”

He crushed their lips together, and she melted against him, her whole body lost in a molten heat of passion and desire.

He kissed her hard, grinding against her, punishing her. It was a kiss of passion, yes, but it was also a kiss of punishment. Punishment she was only too happy to take. His groans were a vibration into her mouth rather than a sound. He growled like an animal, marking her, making her his mate. His brown eyes were feral and glazed over.

When he finally broke the kiss, they both sucked in deep breaths, as if coming up from water. Alexandra shook, her heart racing, her body on fire.

Evan cupped her breasts, thumbed her nipples gently at first, and then gave them each a hard pinch. “Did he put his mouth on them? Did he touch what is mine?”

Ally shook her head, her lips trembling, her body sizzling from his touch. “No. No, he didn’t. You stopped us before—”

She fought for breath as his lips clamped down on one nipple. No gentle love this time. He sucked hard, he bit, all the while tugging on the other one with his fingers. And in that moment, she had never been happier that Mr. Landon had not put his mouth on her breasts. Only Evan had, and that thought filled her with elation.

She squirmed, her sex quivering, her juices dampening her thighs. She was melting, melting into this amazing man who affected her like no other. She was his, limp in his arms. He could do with her what he would, and she was powerless to stop him.

He continued to torture her breasts, sucking, licking, nibbling.

“Evan, please…”

His stubble scratched at the sensitive skin of her bosom. Oh, such exquisite torture! As amazing as his attention to her nipples was, she needed him lower, touching her, inside her.

“Please…” she said again.

“Please…what?”

Ally gasped, her breath coming in rapid pants. Why was she having trouble putting her needs into words? It wasn’t as though they’d never done this before. But something was different about this time. Evan was controlling, punishing, needing her in a way he hadn’t previously.

“Please… I need you…”

He let her nipple drop from his mouth with a soft pop. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing, his skin ruddy and shiny with perspiration. “You need me to do…what?”

He was going to make her spell it out. No matter, she could do that. “Inside me, Evan. I need you inside me.”

He smiled, his dusky pink lips full and swollen. “All in good time, Alexandra. I will reclaim all of your body this night. I will take what is mine.”

He stood, removed his cravat, and then slowly, enticingly, he undressed. With each inch of golden skin he bared, Alexandra’s heart fluttered more wildly. How glorious he looked, a god come to life. When he finally stood before her, completely stripped of all garments, she sucked in a breath at his male beauty. Mr. Landon, nor anyone else, could possibly look as good. Those sleek broad shoulders, that defined chest and rippling abdomen. The soft blond hairs, the copper nipples peeking through. The patch of light brown curls from which his erection sprang. The thunderous thighs, the well-formed buttocks, the strong calves, and even his feet were beautiful.

“Lie on the bed, Alexandra, and spread your legs. Offer yourself to me.”

She did as he bid, her skin tingling and her nipples tightening even further. Her clitoris craved his touch. She lay, completely exposed, naked and vulnerable.

His
.

He knelt at the bedside, gripped her buttocks, and pulled her to his mouth. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris, and she burst, the orgasm rocketing through her. So fast, and she was unprepared for the exquisite torture.

“Yes, yes,” he said against her vulva. “Come for me, my sweet Alexandra.”

He devoured her then, sucking at her, licking her, forcing his tongue inside her slit. She writhed under his ministrations, her mind whirling. Her nipples hardened into tight buds, and she brought her fingers to them, teasing them, pinching them, pretending her fingers were Evan’s lips and teeth.

When Evan thrust two fingers inside her pussy, she shattered once again, wailing as he took her to the precipice. She pinched her nipples hard, taking the pleasure to pain and then back again. And he continued to stroke her with his fingers and lick her hard button. Just when she thought she would die an untimely death if he did not fuck her, he moved from between her legs and flipped her onto her stomach.

So he wanted it this way. Fine, she didn’t care, as long as he fucked her. But instead of his cock, it was his tongue that touched her…in a most forbidden place.

She had read of this, of course. Many men enjoyed this aspect of the act, not only with other men but also with women. But she wasn’t sure…

But oh, how wonderful the feel of his silken tongue against that secret part of her. He stroked her smoothly, lusciously, starting at her clitoris and ending at her anus. Had he done this before? She could never know, and in this moment she didn’t much care. She wanted to experience everything with him. If he demanded entrance, she would grant it.

He slipped one finger into her cunt, slowly finger fucking her as he continued to lick her other opening. She moved her hips in tandem with his thrusts, finding his rhythm, becoming one with him. She wanted more, his cock—in her mouth, in her pussy, even there.

And as if reading her mind, he breached that forbidden hole. She squealed.

“Easy, love. Relax, let this happen.”

“Evan, I…”

“I will stop if you ask me to.”

“No, Lord, don’t stop.” She breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, willing her muscles to relax.

“Good, good,” he said. “You are mine, Alexandra, even this part of you. I will claim all of you.”

Ally relaxed, and slowly, purposely, he slid his finger in and out. He continued to probe her pussy as well, and as she got used to the double penetration, her nipples tightened once again, her skin tingled, and she found herself reaching, soaring for that now known ecstasy.

“Yes, you’re responding.” Evan pressed a kiss to her buttocks. “I will make this good for you. I promise.”

Alexandra moaned, squirming, her deep-seated lust taking over. How wonderful it felt, how perfect. And just when she thought she could take no more, Evan removed his finger from her pussy and replaced it with his cock.

Still he fingered her hole as he fucked her deeply, passionately. Thrust, thrust, thrust.

“Sweet God,” Evan groaned. “So good, Alexandra. So tight. You were made for me.”

“So good,” Ally said, her teeth gritted. “It feels so good, Evan.”

He plunged into her again, and then again. He kept going while she shattered once, twice, and then once more. Her orgasms kept coming, coming, taking her to new heights. She danced in the stars against the backdrop of the sun, rainbows, kaleidoscopes, everything in the world vibrating into her. Yet he kept fucking her, fucking her, and fucking her, hard.

“Evan, I can’t take it any longer. My God.” And she came again.

Finally, he groaned and plunged into her so deeply she was sure he touched her womb, and perhaps…her heart.

“Lord.” He pulled out and flopped onto the bed.

Her muscles limp, she crawled next to him. An odd little sack lay next to his now flaccid penis. She reached to touch it.

“A French letter,” he said.

Of course, she knew about French letters. They protected against pregnancy and against some nasty diseases one could catch from sexual contact.

She should be glad he had taken such a precaution. But for some reason, the sight of the item unnerved her. He’d said he was taking her, claiming her. Why did he not want to join with her free of barriers? After all, they had done it before.

But before she could ask, Evan let out a soft snore next to her. She chuckled lightly, snuggled into his arms, and closed her eyes.

E
van awoke
, stood, and walked to the window. The moon still shone brightly, a full silvery-white sphere lighting up London. He turned and gazed at Alexandra, so beautiful and innocent in sleep.

He had acted irrationally. But seeing Landon about to put his mouth on her had awakened a beast within him. Landon would not have Alexandra. She would be Evan’s. After all, he had planned to find a suitable husband for her. Who would be more suitable than he himself? This time he wouldn’t give her an option. He turned and stared out the window once more.

“Evan?”

He spun around. Alexandra sat up in bed, her full breasts hanging gently, beautifully.

Evan walked back to the bed and sat down. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s no matter.” She patted the space next to her. “Come, lie down.”

She was so beautiful, so welcoming. Sometimes Evan thought there were two Alexandras—the one he knew by day, who spoke quickly and without thinking, whose actions were often irrational and illogical, and then this Alexandra, the one he knew at night, the one who made love to him like a vixen, with everything she was, who accepted him, who gave in to his needs and met them with her own.

Which Alexandra was he in love with? For this
was
love. This was the feeling he had grasped for but that had never materialized with Rose. And now it had hit him like a steam engine, taking him over.

He smiled. There were not two Alexandras. He was in love with every part of her, even her impulsiveness and self-centeredness. It wasn’t even self-centeredness, really. Her childhood had been hell, and she was determined never to relive it. What he had mistaken for self-centeredness was impulsiveness, strength, and the willingness to go after what she wanted at all costs.