Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (8 page)

“Take care,” she said in parting.

She left and he prayed that was finally the end of it. He closed the door tight. His exchange with her had taken care of his erection. That was certain. Putting the maid out of his mind, he dressed for dinner service and hurried down to the servants hall.

She’d told him in parting to take care. He would have to do that for sure. Playing with Victor was one thing. He was a Hawk and used to taking his pleasure wherever he might. As for Violet? She was previously a virgin. A passion-starved, eager former virgin, but an innocent nonetheless. She was most definitely in love with Victor, though. Cabot would have to be blind not to see that from the first. Having the both of them as lovers was something he never should attempt. They were both so far above him it would be ridiculous if he didn’t know in his soul that they wanted him as much as he did them.

What this would mean after Christmas was anyone’s guess. He would simply enjoy himself and keep his heart out of it. He might be sensitive, but he was no simpering fool. Play was play. Two weeks wasn’t long enough for his heart to crave more than passion with them. He was sure of it.

* * * *

Violet sat before the small vanity in her guest room, her heart finally beginning to slow. She was clad in only her chemise again, a fresh one this time, and the mirror showed her what a mess she looked. Her hair was tangled and her lips swollen. She was so fair she could see the faint marks left by first Cabot and then Victor’s attention to her aching breasts. What had she done?

First, to take a flirtation with Cabot to such lengths, and then to give herself to Victor? She laughed without humor. Truth be told, she hadn’t given him anything. She’d taken. Everything he’d had to give. His big body, heavy and wonderful on hers. His thick cock, finally as deep inside of her as she could manage. And yet…

And yet she still craved to make love with Cabot. What was wrong with her?

A knock came at her door then and she dashed her hands over her flaming cheeks. “Come,” she called.

Ivy, Lady Hawksfell’s maid and on loan for her care, entered. “Good evening, miss.”

“Hello, Ivy,” Violet answered.

As Ivy set about seeing to Violet’s dress and items on the top of the vanity, Violet couldn’t help but watch her. She was a very pretty girl, with auburn hair and deep brown eyes. Again she was reminded of Victor’s liaisons with the staff of Ralston. He surely would have taken this girl if Violet hadn’t been the one to have him today. And what of Cabot? Had he already been with Ivy?

“How long have you worked here, Ivy?” she asked.

“Just over a month, miss.” Ivy worked with her hair, ridding it of most of its tangles. “My, your hair is…”

“A mess?” Violet finished for her.

Ivy’s hands froze. “Miss, I didn’t mean to say anything untoward.”

“It is a mess, Ivy. I had a rest and I must have tossed and turned a bit.”

By the slant of one of the maid’s brows, Violet doubted she swallowed the lie. “A rest?”

Violet couldn’t meet her gaze in the mirror so she focused on a spot on the opposite wall. “Yes. I had a walk about the grounds and was fatigued.”

Ivy’s lips thinned. “The grounds are extensive.”

The girl didn’t say anything more as she finished with first Violet’s hair and then her dress. Her deep purple gown was well suited to the winter’s evening in half mourning.

“Thank you for your assistance, Ivy,” Violet said as she pulled on her long gloves.

“I’m happy to do it, miss.”

As Ivy reached the door she glanced at Violet over her shoulder. “You took a rest. This afternoon?”

Violet’s cheeks heated but she nodded. “As I’ve said.”

Ivy smiled. “Forgive me, miss. I would have assisted you out of your dress had you rung for me.”

“Thank you, but there was no need, Ivy.”

The maid bobbed a curtsey and left at last. Was the girl trying to guess what Violet had been about today? Did she somehow know?

Putting the inquisitive maid out of her mind, she took one last look in the mirror. She was presentable, and looked for all the world like a welcome guest of the Earl of Hawksfell.

It was a pity she would have to face both Victor and Cabot at dinner tonight.

“Cabot is going to have you tonight, Violet.”

Victor’s words sent a shaft of desire through Violet’s body. Her eyes went to Cabot and her breath caught as he locked the door to Victor’s room.

Victor stood behind her, his hands slowly working the buttons of her dress loose. “Cabot tonight, Victor?”

Cabot laughed and turned from the door. His eyes were sparkling in that teasing way she’d come in such a short time to relish.

“It was hell serving at table last night,” he said. “Being so close to the two people I can’t stop wanting.”

Victor cupped her breasts as her corset slipped down. “I want you both, as well.” His voice was rough and her body trembled.

Victor shifted and Cabot stepped behind her, his hands in her hair. Pins scattered as he loosened the elaborate coif Ivy had given her.

“You have incredible hair,” Cabot said, his fingers stroking through the mass.

It was freeing and a bit wanton, the sensation of a man’s fingers caressing her so. She closed her eyes and leaned back. She could feel Victor’s lips on her neck as Cabot’s fingers continued to work their magic.

“You know, Ivy mentioned the state of your incredible hair when she’d helped you dress last night,” Cabot said.

Violet held her breath. What had the girl said to Cabot?

“How did you deflect that particular line of conversation?” Victor asked.

Cabot nuzzled the other side of her neck and she leaned back against him for support. “I said nothing to draw more conversation, believe me.”

“Have you—?” Victor bit back whatever he was going to ask but she knew precisely what he meant.

A chill danced over her skin and she straightened. “You and Ivy, Cabot?”

“What? No!” he answered.

She turned, her hands going to his shoulders. “Forgive me, Cabot! I have nerves of steel to presume you were only mine when I am clearly giving myself to both you and Victor.”

They both stared at her and the words she’d spoken struck her. She was indeed giving herself to them and taking everything they had to offer. Her cheeks heated and it wasn’t a reaction to staring into their handsome faces.

“Oh, I didn’t mean…” She couldn’t form an excuse for what she’d said. Her throat was thick as she realized she was putting too much of a demand on their broad shoulders.

“I’m not only yours, Violet,” Cabot said.

She knew that. Lord, she knew that very well. But to hear him say the words cut her in a way they definitely shouldn’t. “I know,” she said on a whisper. “You’re so pretty and there are so many lovely maids working here.”

They glanced at each other, then Cabot smiled brightly. “I didn’t mean any other maids.”

Her heart began to beat. “Then, who…” When Victor’s dark eyes heated, she knew. Cabot meant he was Victor’s!

“You and Victor?” she asked dumbly. “Victor, you and Cabot?”

Victor nodded. “Cabot and I.”

Images crashed through her mind, blurry and heated. How would the two men be together? “I don’t care about the particulars,” she breathed. “I can’t wait to see the both of you together.”

Cabot laughed again and there was a definite curve to Victor’s lips.

“My, my,” Victor said. “Come here, Violet.”

Her body leaned toward the two of them and Victor took her mouth in a searing kiss. His taste was stronger than she remembered, and her mouth watered for more of him. As Victor kissed her, Cabot worked the rest of her clothes free. She felt a slight chill, then her body heated from the fire and their hands on her skin.

Victor picked her up and brought her over to the bed. She was naked now, reclining on the fine bed as she had been just yesterday. Desperately, she needed them to be as naked as she.

“Do take off your clothes,” she said, coming up on her elbows.

Cabot chuckled and Victor shrugged. “Should I have my valet strip me, Violet?”

Her breath caught. “Teasing again, Victor?”

He smiled, a larger expression this time. “I suppose I am.”

Cabot grabbed Victor’s shoulders and worked his jacket free. Facing him, he kissed him as she watched. Her pussy was dripping wet now, her body clenching.

“Oh, you’re kissing.” She swallowed thickly. “Take off your clothes, please.”

They parted and each stripped. They were differently built, as she’d noted yesterday. Today however, with both of them naked, she could appreciate the differences and similarities. Cabot was sculpted and gorgeous, muscular yet lean. Victor was burly, more heavily muscled and powerful. How could she want them both? As they joined her on the bed she put the question out of her mind. She did. Plain and simply put, she wanted them both.

“I’ll have a taste of you tonight,” Victor rasped, flicking his tongue over one nipple.

She jumped, then arched into his mouth. He bit down briefly, sending a shaft of pleasure straight to her pussy. “Oh, Victor!”

He released her nipple and gave it a long lick. “God, you’re delicious.” He kissed his way down over her belly and spread her thighs wide. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”

His mouth covered her flesh and she bucked. In an instant Cabot was with her, kissing her deeply as he teased the breast Victor had left damp and wanting. His fingers were very skilled, his thumb grazing her nipple as Victor began to suck at her little nub of pleasure. She ran her fingers through Cabot’s silky blond hair as he lifted his head. His eyes were dark now, mirroring her desire.

“Do you like what Victor’s doing?” he asked.

“Y–yes,” she answered, nodding. “What both of you are doing, actually.”

“Good.” Cabot kissed her lips again, then shifted to take her other breast into his mouth.

She squeezed her eyes shut as sensations overwhelmed her. Victor’s big, strong fingers moved in and out of her, teasing her on the inside as his tongue scraped over her clit. She clutched at Cabot’s head, earning a moan from him as he sucked harder on her aching nipple. Spreading her legs wider, she urged Victor to finish what he’d started.

His fingers were thick, at least two moving deep inside. There was no barrier to his touch now, no proof of virginity to impede his penetration. She began to tremble, lifting and arching off the bed as her orgasm tore through her. She began to scream when Cabot’s mouth covered hers again.

“Shh, sweet flower,” he said between kisses. “We might be far from the other rooms, but such enthusiasm still might be overheard.”

She caught her breath at last and giggled. Her limbs felt light, but she still couldn’t rouse the energy to lift them. “Of course,” she murmured.

Victor covered her with his big beautiful body as he had yesterday and kissed her as well. He tasted of himself and of her juices, but she couldn’t rouse embarrassment. This was a time out of their life. It was an opportunity to learn what she could and put any reservations aside. Besides, she couldn’t grow timid when she so wanted to see her two men together.

“That was astounding,” he said, pulling back to lick his lips. “You’re delectable.”

Her cheeks flamed again as he slanted her a concerned look. “Do you think you’re ready for Cabot?”

Her pussy, so recently sated, pulsed with its own answer. Ooh, Cabot would take her now. It was quite a good thing that she wasn’t thinking too hard about all of this. Otherwise she just might refuse what would surely be an incredible experience.

“Yes.” She turned to Cabot. “Are you ready for me, Cabot?”

He laughed and came to his knees, showing off his impressive erection. “Can you not tell?”

She stared at his cock in the light, finding it as beautiful as the rest of him. Long and thick, straining toward her with a drop of liquid glistening on its head. Seized by a naughty notion, she sat up quickly and stroked her tongue over the tip.

“God!” Cabot cried. “You’ll have me coming before I even get inside of you.”

She couldn’t help but grin. “You’ve both tasted me. I thought I’d taste you.”

Victor growled something under his breath, then knelt on her other side. “Taste me.”

She eyed his erection. He seemed even larger than Cabot, if that was possible. There was a drop of cream on his cock’s head as well, so she turned and licked him. He hissed out a breath and leaned back on his hands. “Suck me.”

She pulled back for a moment at his harsh command, hearing the need in his voice. Then closed her mouth over him. He groaned and held himself still as she began to suckle. Her pussy grew hot and prickly again, her arousal fueled by Victor’s reaction. Cabot grabbed her hips and drew her up on her knees. The man knew what he was doing, for she held herself on her hands on either side of Victor’s narrow hips and bobbed her head a bit. When he moaned again, she nearly smiled. Then Cabot slipped a hand beneath to stroke her pussy.

Shivering, she spread her thighs to allow him easier access. Oh, she could come again just from this attention!

“I’m going to take you from behind, Violet,” Cabot said, his mouth close to her ear. “I didn’t think you’d be ready, but you’re soaking wet.”

His fingers drove inside and she shuddered. From behind, he’d said. Oh, she wanted to know what that felt like!

Lifting her head a fraction from Victor’s delicious cock, she sighed. “Please, Cabot.”

He shifted and the bed dipped a bit. Leaning close to her, he brought his cock up against her pussy. The friction was delightful and she smiled at him over her shoulder before returning to the task at hand. Victor’s cock felt even larger now and she glanced up at him. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut as he reveled in her kisses. His lashes were thick on his cheeks and she never found him more beautiful. Her mouth closed over him again and she took him deep in her throat as Cabot moved to enter her.

“You’re so small, Violet,” Cabot said on a breath. “Take me. Take all of me.”

He eased inside of her and she wriggled her bottom. He gave one cheek a light slap then began to move in and out of her. “This feels so good,” he groaned.