Page 141 of His Grace, the Duke
She broke her kiss with Tom, eyes only for James. This man would learn his place at last. She cupped his face. “You aremine, James Corbin. I’m done waiting. Do you hear me? I’m done watching you hide from this. Fromus. The Viscount Finchley stays in my bed now.” She pressed closer until her lips brushed against his, until they shared breath. “Unleash yourself on me,” she whispered. “Hold nothing back.”
James groaned, fumbling to put on the French letter.
“Get yourself ready too,” Tom directed at Burke. “I want you both in our girl as long as possible.” He raised her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips. “Are you ready to take two of us?”
She nodded, a wave of desire burning through her.
Tom grinned. “You’ll be perfect. You’re made for us, Rose. I’m going to watch you take my men. Watch them fill you. Watch them come inside you.”
She whimpered as James spun her around, walking her back the five steps to press her up against the wall. The chill of the cool surface made her shiver, a gasp escaping her parted lips. James swallowed the sound as his strong hands slid down her sides. He cupped her bottom, lifting her off the floor. Then he braced her against the wall with his hips, his cock pressed at her entrance. She panted, loving the feel of him right where he should be.
“Look at me, angel.”
The moment she met his gaze, he thrust into her, sheathing himself. She moaned, feeling herself stretch around him. They both took a shaky breath, adjusting to the feel of each other. Then he was moving, slamming into her so hard the paintingon the wall rattled. She laughed with a relief that verged on euphoria, tipping her head back as James claimed her with all his passion. It was better than she dreamed. Nothing compared to feeling his body moving with hers, his panting breath, his desperate touches.
Behind him, Tom and Burke moved closer, their eyes hooded with desire as they watched their best friend take her. Burke was naked, his hand fisting his glistening cock. She knew it would be oiled and ready for her. She needed the fullness, the feeling of being so complete.
“Burke. I want you—”
“I’m here,” he murmured, one hand on James’ shoulder.
James slowed his thrusts as Burke wrapped a hand around his throat, pressing up behind him. Burke leaned in, his lips by James’ ear. “Do you want to keep her for yourself—”
“No,” James rasped. “Want you. Need to feel you both—”
“Please, love,” Rosalie repeated. “Take me to the bed.”
Burke chuckled. “Not a chance, you wanton siren. You look perfect just like this. Tom, help James hold her. We’re fucking her right here.”
Tom stepped in and helped James keep her still as they shifted off the wall. Burke stepped up behind her, his hands smoothing over her bottom. She trembled with anticipation, her greedy core fluttering around James’ length.
“So perfect,” Burke muttered, massaging her tight hole.
She clenched around James as Burke pressed a finger inside.
James groaned.
“Just wait,” said Tom, leaning in to kiss her lips, teasing with his tongue. “You have no idea, James. She’s a goddess. You’ll never be the same.”
Burke pumped his finger, pulling out to add a second.
“Relax, love.” His free hand soothed her shoulder with gentle strokes. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Burke glanced at James.
“Do it,” James muttered.
“Go slow,” Tom added. “Rose, relax. Let him in.”
She sighed with want as she felt the tip of his cock press against her. His hands joined those holding her thighs as he inched his way in.
“Holy God,” said James. “I can’t—”
“Don’t you dare come,” Tom challenged, pressing his lips to James’ neck, sucking his pulse point until James moaned. “You haven’t even started.”
Seeing her men love each other unlocked something feral in Rosalie. It made her protective of them, fierce and wild. She wanted them to take every ounce of pleasure from each other and then unleash that same passion on her. One circle without end.
Please God, never let it end.
