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Rosalie was crying again, and James desperately wanted that to stop. Her tears were a physical torture that had him aching with a need to fix it. He let Renley go, his eyes back on her. “Do you have any rules you need stated?”
She glanced around at all three men. “I... no other women. I know how that looks,” she added, cheeks blooming pink. “And I know I’m the worst kind of siren... but there can be only me.”
Renley just chuckled, sharing a grin with Burke.
But James narrowed his eyes. “There will never be another woman for any of us,” he said fiercely, taking a step closer. “But know this, angel. If you even think of seeking comfort in the arms of another man, I will walk away.”
“I wholeheartedly second his threat,” Burke muttered.
“Agreed,” said Renley.
“We will share you, and cherish every moment as we do, but this harem ends with the three of us,” he finished.
She reached for him. “You’re all I want. No others. Ever. I swear it to you. Please, James—”
He held himself away from her. “Within the four of us, there will be no jealousy, no questions of fidelity... and no marriage,” he added. “Not yet, at least. Not until we reach an equilibrium where we all agree it is for the best. For now, George’s title will protect us. We can retire to Alcott as soon as the wedding is over. Our life in the country can go unremarked by theton. Do we all agree to this plan?”
“Of course,” Rosalie whispered. “I want us all to be together more than anything. I want—” She swallowed, tears in her eyes. “God,please, James, I want you.” She held out her trembling hand. “Please, just take my hand. I need you. I needus. Take my hand and make us whole.”
Instinct took over and James had her in his arms, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss. Her body went limp with relief as she let herself kiss and be kissed. He smoothed his hands down her naked shoulders, her sides. Cupping her arse, he pulled her close, letting her feel his hardness. Too much wasstill in the way—his shirt, his breeches. With a groan, he released her.
“No—” Her plea died in her throat as she watched him tug his shirt off over his head, the hunger still burning in his eyes.
Next to him, Burke was trembling with need, but he still had the patience to lean in and mutter, “Do you still want us to leave—”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” James growled. “Get me a letter.” He kicked off his shoes, holding out a hand to Rosalie. “Come here, angel.” He cupped her cheek, sighing as her hands smoothed up the bare skin of his chest, wrapping around his shoulders. “I need to be inside you again,” he muttered, pressing kisses to her chin, the corner of her mouth, anything he could manage as he worked himself out of his breeches. “Now.”
“Take me,” she panted, teasing his bottom lip with her teeth. “I’m yours. Take me, James.”
“I will. I’m going to claim you. Bury myself in you. Own you. No beginning, no end.”
“Yes,” she begged.
He traced the arc of her neck with his tongue, sucking the taste of Renley off her skin, savoring it. Then he dropped his hand between her legs, loving the way she dripped with desire as he pressed two fingers inside her. She clung to his shoulders as he worked her sweet cunt. Renley had clearly treated her well. She was more than ready.
Burke appeared beside him again, sliding a French letter into his hand. “What do you want?”
“I want her wrapped around me,” James directed, his eyes locked on Rosalie. “I want my cock in her cunt while you fuck her perfect arse.”
Shifting to her side, Burke nuzzled her ear. “Do you wantthat, sweet siren? We’ll take such good care of you. Let us share you, make you so full.”
Beside them, Renley watched, a pleased smile on his face.
“Yes,” she cried, kissing them both—first James, then Burke, then James again. “I’m yours. PleaseGod, stop talking and make me yours.”
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Rosalie
James was inher room, naked in her arms, and Rosalie could scarcely draw breath. He was holding her close, his hands trembling as he touched and kissed her. Even as he said such heated words, his hands and lips were all tenderness. She melted for him, moved with him, opened herself to him in every way he wanted. All the pieces of her life felt like they were falling into place. These men were her world now. What had James said?
No beginning, no end.
James worked himself out of his clothes as Burke did the same. Then she was back in James’ arms, their naked bodies molding together. Burke pressed to her back, kissing her neck, her shoulders, while James dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking on her nipple.
She reached out blindly, knowing what she needed. “Tom, please—”
When Tom claimed her lips, her heart burst open. The bars of its cage shattered like glass and the primal creature she kept buried deep inside spread her wings. Three beautiful, perfect men had their mouths on her. Kissing her, loving her, claimingher. It was too much. She sighed against Tom’s lips, her legs quivering as James pressed his fingers inside her, driving her to the edge of bliss.
