Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (7 page)

“I’m going to forget myself,” he said, his voice low. “I’m going to give in and take you at last.”

She shook her head, backing away from him. “What does this mean?” Her stomach sank as a horrible thought struck her. “Oh, you believe that since I allowed Cabot to give me pleasure—”

“You’re welcome,” Cabot cut in, laughter in his voice.

She waved a hand at him. “You believe that I shall allow you to take me? In exchange for what?”

A pained expression crossed Victor’s face and her heart clenched.

“I don’t have anything to offer,” he rasped. “Just myself, in this moment.”

His breathing was labored and she longed to draw him into her arms. Cabot might have made her body sing but Victor made her heart ache. She’d longed for him forever. This was her only chance to learn about passion from Cabot and, just perhaps, be enough to keep Victor’s beast at bay when they returned to their odd, removed existence at Ralston House. She would never have his heart but perhaps having his passion would be enough.

Taking a deep breath, she surrendered as she had for Cabot.

“Take me, Victor,” she whispered.

* * * *

Victor couldn’t help but stare at this girl he’d known forever, in passing for years and more intimately over the past several months. Violet was a pretty thing, but flushed with passion as she was now? She was damned gorgeous. Her hair was a tangled mess, golden curls resting over her smooth shoulders and trailing down toward her pert backside. Her legs were shapely and her breasts were round and full and his mouth watered for a taste of her deep pink nipples.

When Cabot proposed this plan, he’d been intrigued. When Violet accompanied the man to his guest room, he’d been stunned. And now that he’d watched Cabot lick and taste her incredible body? He was so hard he wanted to throw his head back and howl to the heavens.

Instead, he made himself approach her slowly. He could smell her flowery scent, hot and intoxicating. She was aroused. Her pupils were dilated and her eyes had darkened nearly to purple. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Cabot stepped back from the bed. Dragging his eyes away from Violet’s delectable form, he flicked his gaze fully to Cabot. The man was smiling as he lifted his chin in encouragement.

He turned to Violet again. “You’re certain, Violet?” he asked. “If you say no, I’ll not judge you.”

Her thick lashes fluttered as she gazed up at him. “You won’t judge me? Not even after what I’ve just done?”

He took her trembling hands in his, pulling her closer. “I would never be so callous.”

Her full lips parted, then she shook her head. “Kiss me, Victor.”

He brought his mouth to hers and began to taste her. She tasted a bit of Cabot, but that could be his lingering scent on her skin. The combination of the man he’d recently fucked and the girl he was going to drove him wild. “Easy,” he growled.

She pulled back a hairsbreadth. “What did you say?”

He kissed her lips again, then dropped his head to the side of her neck. “I was telling myself to go easy, Violet. I’m afraid I want to strip off what little clothing you have on and fuck you. Hard.”

She trembled and pressed closer to him. “Oh, my.”

He could hear the sound of a cough and knew Cabot was stifling a chuckle. It should almost be ridiculous but his cock felt so full and hard for Violet it was like it was his first time. Like he hadn’t fucked the servants at Ralston House for years and Cabot just last night.

Dropping his hands from her, he stepped back and unfastened his trousers. The warmth of the air in the room made his balls ache. He hissed through his teeth as his cock grew harder. His beast was wild for her and he knew he had to take care.

“Place her on the bed, Cabot,” he said.

Cabot nodded and gathered Violet in his arms. “Come, sweetheart. Trust me, you’re in for quite a ride.”

She looked from Cabot to himself, then swallowed audibly. “Oh, my,” she said again.

Victor found a small smile for that. Cabot’s fingers were deft as they removed her chemise and she was soon spread and ready for him. Praying for the presence of mind to restrain himself, he climbed onto the bed and covered her with his naked body.

Her nipples were hard against his chest, and her mound pressed up against his cock. He’d never taken a woman this way, touching her with every inch of his body. When her arms twined around his neck, her nails biting into his shoulders, he clenched his teeth against the shout of excitement that fought to escape him.

“Ah, Violet,” he moaned, burying his face between her breasts.

Her scent was heavier here, and when he flicked his tongue over her nipple he could taste her sweetness. Delving between her thighs with one hand, he stroked her pussy. She was wet, from Cabot’s attentions and from her fresh arousal. With two fingers inside of her, he could feel the proof of her virginity. That, and how tight she was. It was going to be a close thing. His cock was huge and his need greater than he’d ever felt before. He tried to ready her for his assault, and as he moved his fingers in and out of her she began to purr and writhe beneath him.

“Yes, Victor,” she sighed. “Please…”

When she bit her lip again he nearly came on her soft belly. Shifting, he forced himself to slow as he positioned his cock at her pussy. Her flesh scalded him, made him ache to spill inside her.

A glance at Cabot showed him watching avidly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes sparkling. Apparently he was enjoying this as much as Victor had enjoyed watching Cabot lick her. It was passing strange but he supposed there was a connection among the three of them now.

He looked back down at her beautiful face. “I’m sorry if this hurts,” he said. Then he drove inside her hot cunt with one deep thrust.

She cried out in obvious pain and he held himself still.

“Violet, Violet,” he said, taking measured breaths.

She sobbed, but there was an edge to her cries. A piercing of want that stunned him.

“Oh, take me!” she shouted, clutching more tightly at his shoulders.

He blinked, then began to move. Her hips rose to meet him and he was soon pounding into her hard and fast. Their bodies were coated with sweat and he lifted her legs up around his waist.

“My God,” he groaned, feeling every inch of her grasp his shaft. “Oh, my God.”

She began to sob again, her body arching wildly beneath him. She shattered then, coming tight around his shaft as he continued to ride her. He couldn’t do anything else but buck and thrust until he felt his own climax start.

“Violet, let me…” he began, bracing himself on his hands to withdraw.

She drew him closer in the throes of her orgasm and he suddenly came with a groan, pouring his seed deep inside of her in hot spurts that nearly turned him inside out.

He took in great gasps of air as he struggled to hold himself off her slight form. Her head was turned to the side, her eyes closed as she took ragged breaths through her parted lips. Her pussy still held him tight, aftershocks of pleasure tickling at him as he squeezed his own eyes shut at last.

The feel of her, the scent of her and their sex all around them, was something he knew he’d never forget. And, like his time with Cabot last night, he didn’t feel the wash of cold shame that he was so used to following his climax. He couldn’t think about what that meant at the moment, however. He was just too bloody satisfied.

“Violet,” he said finally, opening his eyes again and bringing his brow to hers. “Are you all right?”

She shifted and gazed up at him. “Oh, yes.”

Cabot did laugh then, slapping Victor’s shoulder. “Well done, Victor.”

Victor barked out a surprised chuckle and shook his head.

Cabot helped her dress as Victor pulled on his trousers. The matter of her remarkable hair was beyond Cabot’s expertise, apparently. She kept her eyes diverted as she fussed at the golden curls. With a breath, she dropped her hands to her sides.

“I suppose I’ll see you at dinner, Victor?” she asked, her voice small.

“Of course,” he answered dumbly.

She seemed so vulnerable poised there and somehow just as appealing in her clothing as out of it. He should say something. Tell her everything would be all right. Yet he had no knowledge of that fact. He just prayed that Cabot’s pretty smile would be enough to soothe her.

“There, pretty flower,” Cabot said, his voice a lilting timbre. He grasped her chin and lifted her face to his. “Go to your guest room. I’m sure Ivy is awaiting your call.”

Violet blinked up at Cabot, then accepted his kiss with one of hers. His own lips tingled for the touch of that tender caress, but he was far too brutish to warrant such care.

She stared at him now, then nodded and left his room.

Victor cursed, dragging his fingers through his hair. “What the hell am I going to do now?”

Cabot shrugged and picked up Victor’s jacket where he’d tossed it on the floor. “You’re going to take her again, I imagine.”

“Yes,” Victor admitted. “Rutting bastard of a Hawk that I am, I suppose I will.”

“As will I,” Cabot said.

Victor couldn’t rouse a lick of jealousy at the notion. Instead he imagined the two golden beauties fucking and groaned aloud. “I admit I can’t wait to see that.”

Cabot nodded, then stroked his cock, visibly hard through his own trousers. “God, the sight of you pounding into her soft, sweet pussy. I nearly came just from watching.”

Victor nodded and sank down in the chair nearest the fireplace. “She was a virgin, Cabot. She was so hot and tight I couldn’t stop. I nearly died inside of her.”

“A poet for a Hawk, I see,” Cabot teased. “Are you ready to dress for dinner?”

Victor waved a hand. “Go see to your other duties, man.” He lifted his chin at Cabot’s erection. “What are you going to do about that?”

“You don’t want to suck me?” Cabot asked.

Inexplicably, Victor’s mouth watered at the thought having a taste of him. “I’ve never.”

“No matter.” He winked. “You will, before this is over. As for this afternoon? Lucky for me, I’m not a Hawk.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll just use my hand and the image of you and Violet to see to myself.”

Again Victor was seized with the urge to laugh. Cabot left his room and Victor saw to his own dress. It was all so astounding, this surprise liaison among the three of them. He shouldn’t fuck her again. He really shouldn’t. Yet the thought of never having her again caused a pain to settle close to the center of his chest.

He’d have to talk with her, of course. When the heat of passion wasn’t burning so damned hot he could scarcely breathe. She would want to know where this would leave them once they returned to Ralston House.

They had nearly a fortnight before the holiday, after all. They were stuck here at Hawksfell, the both of them. Cabot was a willing participant, and perhaps Victor’s beast would have its fill of fucking before the new year. Then he could go back to being the thoughtful relative and only support for the girl in his care.

He closed his eyes, reveling for the moment in the intense pleasure of coming without the familiar emptiness to follow so swiftly on its heels. He didn’t know what the hell all this was but he would enjoy it while he had it.

God knew what would come when this madness was over.

* * * *

Cabot climbed up to his attic room, his balls aching but his heart light. Tasting Violet, bringing her to stunning climax, had surpassed his expectations. But watching Victor take her? He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he’d nearly come in his trousers. His big dark body held over her perfect fair form was something he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.

He opened his door and stepped inside. As he eased the door closed he worked the top button free of his trousers. He hissed as his fingers brushed over his swollen cock.

“You’re not with the baron, Cabot?” Ivy asked from behind him.

His hand stilled and he craned his neck. He saw over his shoulder that, once again, she was stalking him in the hallway.

“I have to ready for dinner service, Ivy.” He folded his hands in front of his groin and turned to face her. “Don’t you have to see to the countess?”

Ivy nodded. “Yes. I thought I’d take care of Miss Ralston first but her guest room was empty.” She tilted her head to one side. “Where do you suppose she could be?”

Cabot felt his cheeks turn pink but he managed a negligent shrug. “How would I know? It’s a big house, you know.”

“Hmm.” Ivy ran her gaze over him. “You look disheveled, Cabot. Much like you did yesterday afternoon.”

“What are you implying?”

She let out a gasp. “I know who you’ve been with!” she said, her eyes narrowed.

Cold fear clutched at his belly. “What?”

“Tillie,” she said. “That little kitchen mouse. You’re fucking her!”

Cabot nearly laughed at the ridiculous notion. Tillie was not only very young, but as naïve as a child. He’d no sooner fuck her than he would Mrs. Holmes.

“I’ve not taken Tillie and you’d be wise not to spread such a vile tale, Ivy. The countess doesn’t care for gossip, and Mrs. Holmes will recommend she sack you if she gets wind of it.”

Ivy paled. “That’s true.”

“Now stop hounding me and go play with one of the groomsman. What about the new chauffeur? Maybe he’ll give you a ride, so to speak.”

Ivy clicked her tongue. “Do you think I’m a doxy, Cabot? I don’t just want a tumble. Goodness knows I could get one anywhere I wanted.” She eyed him again. “Nearly anywhere, that is.”

“As I said, I have to ready for dinner service. Go down to the servants’ hall. Go down to the carriage house. Go down to the bloody kitchen and help Mrs. Padmont with the bloody stew. I don’t care. Just get out of my bloody room!”

Ivy pulled back, then an expression of resignation settled on her face. “Fine, then.” She sniffed and lifted her chin. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Do you?”

Apparently she chose to ignore his meaning. “You can’t deny that your shaft is hard for someone, Cabot.”

It’s hard for two people, actually.
He forced himself to keep Victor and Violet’s names behind his teeth. “Go, Ivy,” he said, more gently this time. “My business is my own.”