Page 115 of His Grace, the Duke
Rosalie was on fire, all thought of fatigue utterly forgotten. Their passion set her ablaze. She was trembling with it. She wanted to see more. She wanted to see them unleashed and undone.
Burke noticed her first, his lips glistening with Tom’s kisses. The storms swirled in his eyes as he took her in. ThenTom looked her way, his gaze just as heated. They relaxed their hold on each other but didn’t pull away.
“We couldn’t wait,” Burke said, almost as if in apology.
“You shouldn’t have to,” she replied, feeling breathless. “You are so beautiful together.” She’d never seen two men share intimacy before, but it was true. Burke and Tom looked perfect in each other’s arms. “I want to see more,” she admitted.
“Come kiss us first,” said Tom, holding out his bandaged hand.
She went eagerly, feeling them each put a hand around her waist as she claimed Tom’s lips in a kiss. She felt how they were slightly swollen, the bottom one split in the middle, but it didn’t stop him from devouring her. She licked the cut and he winced.
“No more getting punched in the face for fun,” she chastised, raising a hand to touch his tender brow. “This face means too much to me to let another man crack his fists against it.”
Tom just chuckled. “I’m a fast healer.”
She turned to Burke, running a hand up his arm. “So... do you want to taste my Tom? Is that the bargain you made? You think you need my permission to take your pleasure with him?”
Burke grinned, cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her close. “My sweet siren, I want tofuckyour Tom... while he fucks you. We will claim him together and make him ours until he is moaning our names and coming between us. We will give him such pleasure that he is broken and remade by it. Would you like to help me with that?”
As Burke spoke, Tom groaned, his forehead falling to hisbare shoulder. Burke wove his fingers possessively into Tom’s curls. His eyes didn’t leave Rosalie’s face.
She was sure, if she were to lift her skirts and check, her thighs would already be wet with her desire. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want that very much.”
Burke leaned down, giving her a chaste kiss. “Good girl. Now, turn around.”
She turned, heart pounding in her chest. “Tom, help her with her dress,” he directed.
Tom’s fingers were at her back, brushing over her skin as he undid the fastenings of her silvery evening gown. It was the work of moments before he slipped it off her shoulders and it fluttered to the floor. She turned back around, still wearing her stays and silk drawers.
Burke nodded his approval. “Get the rest of your clothes off and get on my bed, love. I need to tease Tom some more.”
With a smile, she backed towards the bed, her hands going to the hooks of her stays. She didn’t want to miss a thing. Both men watched her as she undid each fastening. The stays slipped from her shoulders, followed quickly by her silk drawers, leaving her standing in nothing but her stockings. She bent down to slip them off, but Tom’s voice stopped her.
“Keep those on, sweet girl.”
“Get on the bed,” Burke repeated. “And don’t touch your cunt. That belongs to Tom tonight.”
She sat on the end of Burke’s bed. She’d never actually been on his bed before. He always came to her. There was something about being in this space that excited her, further proof that she wasn’t in control... nor was she the center of attention. It didn’t discomfit her. In fact, it thrilled her. Her sex may be aching with the desire to be touched, but there wassomething so exhilarating about knowing she had to wait her turn. In the meantime, she got to watch.
Burke turned his attention back to Tom. He had one hand on Tom’s shoulder, the other at his waist. They held each other’s gaze as Tom’s hands slid up Burke’s torso, over his chest, and cupped his face. He pulled Burke to him in a kiss that had them both sighing again. In no time it went from fevered to desperate, with Burke taking charge, dropping his mouth to Tom’s neck, his collarbone.
Tom tipped his head back, eyes shut in bliss, as Burke teased him with lips and tongue. Rosalie held in a whimper as she realized Burke was tracing his tattoos. How many times had Rosalie done the same thing? He worked his way over from the ship to the cross, his lips brushing against the anchor over Tom’s heart. Wrapping his arms tightly around Tom, Burke’s kiss turned into more, bending Tom back until he was barking out in pain.
The men broke apart, both panting. Tom raised a hand and brushed it over the anchor tattoo on his chest. Burke bit him hard enough to draw blood. Tom’s eyes were wild as he looked at Burke.
Burke swiped a finger over the bite mark, looking down at the faint smear of blood on the tip. As Rosalie and Tom watched, he licked it clean. Then he wrapped that same hand in Tom’s hair, jerking him close. “You’re mine, Tom. You’ve waited fifteen years for me. Say the words, and you can have me in all the ways your heart desires.”
“Oh, Christ... I’m yours,” Tom murmured, kissing a line up Burke’s neck, pressing himself against him. “I’m yours, I’m yours. I’m hers and I’m yours. God, please, take me and fill me, Burke. I’m dying with wanting you both. Need youso goddamn much.” He plunged his hand inside Burke’s breeches, wrapping it around his cock.
Rosalie whined with need, resisting the urge to touch herself. She was aching, weeping, begging to be filled. But she also wanted to keep watching.
The men heard her needy sound, and both turned. Tom held her gaze as he pumped Burke’s cock, his eyes hooded with desire. Burke dropped his mouth back to Tom’s chest, licking again at the bite mark. Tom shivered, his hand stilling.
“Our sweet siren needs attention now,” Burke murmured, curling his hand around to cup Tom’s backside. “I don’t touch this perfect arse again until she comes on your face.”
Tom pulled his hand loose from Burke’s breeches and all but stumbled towards her. He undid the fall of his breeches as he walked, slipping them off before he climbed naked onto the end of the bed.
Rosalie sat back on her elbows, watching him kneel over her. The longing in his face had her heart overflowing. She opened her knees in invitation. Tom climbed between them and up her body to claim her lips in a heady kiss.
