Page 61 of A Duchess to Unravel
“We are so very thankful you invited us, Everett,” she told him, then turned a mischievous look toward Alistair.
“Are we not, husband?” She goaded.
Alistair’s eyes twinkled with mirth and something much darker as he nodded.
“Oh, yes,” he replied, “It is so good to see my wife having a good time among her peers.”
“An uncharacteristically good time,” Tristan noted, eyeing them both up.
“Well, I see Seraphina. Tata!”
She wiggled her fingers and took off, hearing a rueful chuckle from Alistair as she got away from him yet again. And so their chase went; Theo hiding behind her friends as Alistair came after her, the readiness in his gaze growing with each time he found her. When she ran out of people to hide behind, Theo tookoff toward the hall, further away from the other guests as she tried to outrun her husband.
She’d thought she’d succeeded at one point as she pressed her back against a nearby corner of the hall, but she was so preoccupied by looking toward the direction she’d just come that she did not notice that Alistair had approached from the other side. She gasped as she felt his hand reach around the corner and cover her mouth and giggled wildly as he dragged her toward him.
“So mischievous, little kitten,” Alistair purred into her ear, pulling her into the nearby room. “Not very obedient of you.”
Desire intertwined itself with her giddiness as he twirled her around to face the wall of the small room, and he pressed her palms flat against its surface. His body was hard and warm as he pressed against her back, grazing his teeth along her neck.
“You cheated,” she moaned, feeling her body grow limp and soft as his rigid one.
“Nay,” Alistair murmured against her skin, “I am just faster and bigger.”
As if to prove his point, Alistair sunk his teeth into the crux of her exposed neck and shoulder, and Theo let out a keening noise as a flood of pained pleasure swept through her body.
“Perhaps I am not good at being obedient,” she moaned, sinking further into his embrace.
Before she could get too comfortable Alistair was spinning her around again, pressing her back tight against the wall as she faced him. His gaze was hungry and feral as he looked down at her and circled his hand around her throat, covering the indents his teeth had left.
“Oh, but I think ye are,” his deep voice mused as he hovered dangerously close to her lips, “Ye just need to be properly convinced.”
Theo’s brow perked with challenge as she matched his hungry gaze with her own. She cocked her head as she grinned wickedly back at him.
“Convince me then,” she challenged.
Alistair’s kiss came down on her, hard and dominating as he kept one hand on her throat and the other captured her right wrist; pressing it to the wall. Theo moaned into his mouth, hungry for him, and she slid the fingers of her free hand into his hair and gripped the silken tendrils tightly.
“Wicked little thing,” Alistair groaned between kisses. His hand tightened around her throat and Theo whimpered, loving the way the tightness of his grasp had her both fighting for breath and wanting to see just how tightly she could handle his grip.
Boldly, she pulled away from his kiss, just enough to be able to nip at his lips and goad him into more. Shewantedhim to teach her a lesson; to force her under his submission. As if knowing that was exactly what she wanted, Alistair wrenched her from the wall, hauling her to his chest by her throat, and grabbed the back of her head so he had full control of their kiss.
Theo felt her knees grow weak and stars burst behind her closed eyes as his powerful lips manipulated and bruised her own. He forced them open, wider, and thrust his tongue powerfully into her mouth, making her take the invasion. Theo shivered at the show of power and moved to obey.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth rhythmically, creating a thrall throughout her entire body until even her hips began to move in time with his kiss. When he broke it, she whimpered in protest and looked up at him pleadingly for more.
Alistair smiled devilishly as he took in her begging gaze, the subtle push of her hips through her gown.
“Ye want more?” he asked, stepping backward, bringing her with him.
“Yes,” she panted, pressing herself tightly to him.
This was not one of his lessons, but a need felt by both of them. She could feel it in the way he held her, pinned her to him as if he were trying to drive himself straight through her. She urged him, pushing into his chest and taking him backward until the back of his knees brushed against the chaise lounge.
Alistair let go of her wrist only so he could wrap his arm around her waist, and he dragged her down with him until he was laying upon the chaise and Theo was straddled atop him. He wrestled aggressively with the top of her gown and corset until her breasts were free, and Theo’s mouth opened into a wideOas his lips and tongue attacked them.
Heat poured from her center, trickling down the apex of her thighs in glistening drops until it splashed against the turgid bulge in his trousers she pressed against. She flicked her hips, and was rewarded with a deep, feral growl from Alistair. Both of his hands came to her backside then, pressing her closer as she lifted her skirts with frenzied movements until they were out of the way.
The fabric of his trousers remained the only barrier between them, and it was quickly driving her mad. She wanted to feel him.Allof him, inside of her. She ached for it.
