Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (11 page)

He managed to keep his features even as he looked up at the housekeeper. “So early?”

“He didn’t seem to be enjoying the festivities once dinner was concluded.” She smiled. “So many Hawks can be a bit much for a man used to solitude.”

Cabot reasoned she was right on that score. Mrs. Holmes was shrewd and no one cared for the earl and his relatives more than she. Victor had seemed quite isolated tonight, even in a room crowded with his relatives and Violet.

Tamping down the hum of lust zinging through his body, he rose and straightened his livery. “Good night, Mrs. Holmes. And Happy Christmas.”

The housekeeper tilted her head to one side, her eyes sharp. “Happy Christmas, Cabot.”

There was more the woman wasn’t saying but Cabot wasn’t going to press her. He’d find himself crying on her shoulder about both Victor and Violet and he couldn’t have that. He nodded and left the servants’ hall for the stairs at the back of the manor.

As he gained Victor’s room, his cock was hard and throbbing. Opening the door, he found Victor stripped and wearing his dressing gown. Thick burgundy draped over his magnificent form and Cabot sucked in a breath.

His dark hair was brushed back from his face and his eyes were intent.

“Victor,” was all he could say.

Victor shrugged a broad shoulder. “I thought I could manage to undress myself and give my valet a bit of a present for Christmas.”

Cabot grinned. “You’re teasing me again.”

“I suppose I’ve learned from you.” Victor’s face sobered then he came closer. “Get naked, Cabot. Our girl will be here soon.”

Cabot didn’t need to be asked twice. He was soon stripped naked, his body aching for release.

Victor eyed his cock and smiled. “Violet will love a ride on that, I wager.”

“What of yours?” Cabot asked, untying Victor’s belt. He stared down at his magnificent length. “Won’t our girl want a taste of you?”

They were close and Cabot could smell him. Could feel his heat. “I’m going to fuck her ass while you take her.”

Cabot nearly came at the prospect. “Do you believe she’ll want that?”

“Both of us inside of her? I know she’s hot and takes everything we give her.”

Cabot agreed. “Perhaps you shouldn’t put it to her quite that way.”

“Oh?” Victor’s smile was tight. “How should we tell her?”

“Tell me what?” Violet asked.

Cabot turned and watched as her eyes ran greedily over him and Victor. “There you are, love.”

She stepped into the room and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Tell me what?” she asked again, bringing her lips to his.

Cabot kissed her sweet mouth and pulled back. “Victor and I are both going to love you.”

“But you have already.” She blinked, her eyes going to Victor. “Haven’t you?”

Victor stepped close and stroked her cheek. “Not like tonight.”

She trembled at his words and Cabot suddenly couldn’t wait to get her between them. It would be one hell of a Christmas gift and a wonderful way to say good-bye.

Violet felt the heat of them both through her far too many layers of clothing. Her nipples tightened in her corset and her pussy throbbed. “Get me out of this dress, please.”

Victor stepped away and let Cabot see to the matter. Cabot was quite skilled with his hands, his fingers teasing and tickling, and she was soon as naked as they were. Victor cupped one of her breasts from behind as Cabot bent down to lick the nipple. She gasped and let her head rest against Victor’s chest. Their scents combined to make her weak with wanting and she clutched at Cabot’s shoulders. He began to suckle her and she gasped.

“Do you doubt my assertions now, Cabot?” Victor asked, his body rigid behind her.

“What assertions?” she asked, forcing her eyes open again.

Cabot lifted his head and grinned at Victor over her shoulder. “Not a bit.”

His fingers stroked over her, spreading her pussy and delving inside. Letting her legs fall open, she leaned into Victor again. Victor cock pressed between her cheeks as Cabot’s teased her hip. Cabot’s mouth returned to her aching breast and he gently teethed her. She was soaking wet now. Cabot’s fingers tormented her pussy as Victor held her upright. His hands were busy as well, stroking and teasing her bottom. Then he eased one finger into her hole and she shivered. His finger was slick and smooth inside of her.

“Victor?” she asked, trying to make sense of what they were doing.

“Cream, Violet. I’m getting you ready,” he answered, his breath hot on her neck. “I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass while Cabot’s in your pussy.”

His words were compelling. “Oh, is that possible?” she asked.

In answer, Victor moved two fingers inside of her as Cabot’s withdrew. They each reversed their motion and began a rhythm that soon had her panting. She could well imagine their cocks buried inside of her and ached for it. Their bodies hot against her front and back, their cocks giving her all she could take. She nearly climaxed right then.

“I need to come,” she whimpered. “Please…”

Victor didn’t cease his movements as Cabot dropped to his knees before her. His fingers continued to thrust as he sucked on her clit. She was keening now, her voice strange to her ears as she surrendered to their ministrations. Cabot’s tongue was wild on her as they both drove her over the edge. She nearly fainted in their grasp as her orgasm shot through her, sharp and wild.

“I have to fuck you,” Victor said, taking his fingers from her. “Cabot, take her on the bed.”

Cabot stood and kissed her as she slowly opened her eyes. “Are you ready for a ride you’ll never forget?”

She grinned like a fool. “Happy Christmas to me.”

Cabot laughed and even Victor smiled as they managed to get her on the bed. It was a good thing they assisted her, as her legs were so weak she could scarcely walk. Cabot began to kiss and caress her again as he placed her on his lap. She was straddling his hard thighs, his cock just at her cunt. She was swollen and eager now.

“Get inside me, Cabot,” she whispered.

“In a few moments, love,” he said.

He began to kiss her and she felt the bed dip as Victor came behind her. It was like before, standing together, but even more of their bodies touched hers now. Victor cupped her bottom and she braced herself. His fingers felt strange and wonderful inside her bottom. What would his very large cock feel like?

“I’ll try to go slow,” Victor said. “I vow I’ll try to go slow.”

Cabot caught her chin and brought her face to his. “You trust Victor, don’t you?”

She nodded and he kissed her as a reward.

“And me?” he asked.

“I do trust you,” she said on a breath.

He smiled and she felt it straight to her heart. “Good.”

“I have to get inside you,” Victor said, bracing his hands on her hips. “Now.”

She felt him at her hole, thick and hot, and her heart skipped. He must have used more of his cream, but the next moment he was there, sinking inch by inch into her as she felt more full than ever before.

“God, you’re so tight,” Victor bit out. He began to move and she moaned. “Are you all right?”

Her pussy throbbed in answer, greedy for its own due. “Yes, yes,” she panted as her heart began to race.

Victor grunted something to that and began to move again. His thrusts were sure and swift and she felt his body so close behind her. Sweat sheened her skin as she moved against him. Her nipples grazed Cabot’s chest and she grabbed onto his shoulders.

“I need you, Cabot,” she gasped. “Please.”

Cabot kissed her throat, her ear. His breath was harsh and she felt his need in his rigid body and straining cock against her belly. “What do you need, Violet?”

“I need you in my pussy,” she said, arching back as Victor drove deeper. “Please, Cabot.”

Cabot didn’t say a word as he shifted beneath her. Positioning his cock at her pussy, he eased her down until he was completely inside of her. It was heaven, the two of them loving her as they had with their fingers. It was so much more, each of their shafts moving in concert as she tried to hold onto her sanity.

“You’re inside?” Victor asked. “Move, man. Ah, I can feel you!”

Cabot moaned in answer, increasing his thrusts as he worked her with his cock. “I feel you, Victor,” he said, his voice hushed.

Sliding against them, Cabot against her breasts and Victor against her back, was like paradise. She had them and they had her and she wanted this to last forever. Trembling, she could feel her orgasm starting. Drenched with juices, she bowed back and let out a cry as she came hard between them. Neither man ceased, both their cocks moving in rhythm as she felt another climax begin. Her head spun and her body pulsed.

“I’m coming,” Cabot said, driving deeper. “Violet, your pussy… Victor!”

“I can’t hold on,” Victor growled. “Violet, love, I’m going to come!”

Her breath caught. Victor had never called her love before. Then she was lost as another climax overtook her. They shuddered around her, deep inside of her, as they both finally succumbed.

The next thing she knew she was collapsed on Cabot’s chest, a sweaty tangle of her hair wrapped around him as Victor withdrew and fell beside them on the bed. Her legs were stretched out on either side of Cabot’s body and his cock still pulsed inside her pussy, tugging at her core.

“That was better than I could have imagined,” Cabot said. “You’re amazing, love.”

“Love,” she breathed, her eyes squeezed shut.

Something niggled at her. Something Victor had said. Turning, she pushed her hair off her face and raised herself slowly up on her arms. Facing Victor, she opened her eyes to stare deep into his dark ones.

“You called me love,” she said.

His brows rose, then his usual coolness settled on his features. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” she asked.

“I can’t be what you need,” he said.

She gaped at him. She climbed off of Cabot. He moved and now sat, brushing his blond hair off his damp forehead.

“What is this, Victor?” he asked.

Victor grumbled, covering his eyes with one arm. “I can’t be what either of you need.”

She shared a glance with Cabot, who now looked resigned. “What is going on?” she asked him.

Cabot just shook his head. “I’m not sure, but I don’t believe we’re going to have a very happy Christmas.”

She turned back to Victor. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going to give you up, Violet. Both of you.” He swallowed and removed his arm to gaze up at her. “This, I vow.”

The pain in his eyes cut her. “You’re giving us up?”

“Yes. But I plan to take you both back with me.”

“What?” Cabot asked. “As your bloody valet?”

“No!” Victor said.

Violet folded her arms and glared at him. “So you’ll take us back with you as what? Pets?”

Victor sat up. “I’ll see that you’re both settled and can be together.”

“Without you?” she asked.

He nodded. “I can’t keep myself to you both, Violet. My curse…”

“Is broken,” Cabot said, his voice low.

Violet’s pulse tripped. “Is that true?”

Hope flared for a moment in Victor’s eyes, then he shook his head. “No. I’m not fit for the two of you.”

Her eyes pricked with tears and she let them fall. “How can you say that? I love you.”

Victor’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“I love you, too,” Cabot said.

* * * *

Victor stared at the two beautiful people professing their love and sorely wished he could accept their words. “You can’t love me.”

“Why the hell not?” Cabot crossed his arms, affecting Violet’s posture.

“Violet loves you, Cabot.”

She gasped, her hand covering her mouth. Cabot grinned and took that hand in his. “You love me?”

She nodded. “I do. I admit, I never thought I could love two people.”

“Me either, but I do,” Cabot said.

She stared, then giggled. “You love me?” she asked Cabot.

Cabot nodded and kissed her. “And we both love Victor, apparently.”

She nodded and they faced him again. They looked fierce and radiant and Victor would have looked away if he had any strength.

“I’m a Hawk,” he muttered.

“Tell me what that has to do with this?” Violet asked. “Did you not see the happiness in front of your face this evening?”

Victor’s mind went back to the celebration with the Hawks tonight. There was love there, and connections he couldn’t dismiss. “I don’t understand it.”

“You’re not cursed, Victor,” Cabot said. “At least not any longer. Have you fucked anyone but us while you were here?”

“No,” he had to answer.

“Did you want anyone else?” Violet asked, her voice trembling.

“No,” he said again.

“Then tell me what the issue is?” Cabot’s brow furrowed. “It’s because I’m just a servant, isn’t it?”

“God, no!” Victor stabbed his fingers into his hair in frustration. “I don’t have any issue with you or your status, Cabot. I…care for you.”

“You care for me?” Cabot asked.

“You love him!” Violet said.

He gave a shaky nod. “And you,” he admitted to her.

She clutched her hand to her throat. “You love me?”

“I do, damn me to Hell.”

She launched herself at him and hugged him, raining kisses on his face. “You love me, Victor! Oh, you and Cabot love me! This will be a happy Christmas.” She pulled back, her face shining. “Say it, Victor.”

He knew what she needed to hear. What they both needed to hear.

“I love you both,” he said.

Cabot moved closer. “Then what do you propose? That we both come to Ralston House and, what, live together without you?”

“I don’t think I could bear that,” Victor admitted.

“You have but one choice, Victor,” Cabot said.

And then he knew. Deep in his soul, he knew. He could have what all those happy Hawks seemed to have found. Two loves to complete him and give him the chance he’d never thought to take.

“Marry me, Violet?” he asked, taking her hands in his. “Be my wife and live at Ralston House with Cabot and me?”

“With Cabot and you?” she asked.

“With Cabot and you?” Cabot asked. “That is, with me as well?”