Page 142 of His Grace, the Duke
“She’s so tight.” Burke pushed the head of his cock fully inside her.
Rosalie panted. Suspended between them, James was already impossibly deep, pressed in all the way to the hilt. She could only imagine feeling the full thickness of both their cocks together. “Fill me,” she cried. “Burke, please—”
Burke stepped forward, sinking himself fully inside her.
All three of them trembled as they adjusted.
“How does she feel?” Tom murmured, his arms still wrapped around James.
“I think I might die,” James panted.
“Move,” Tom directed. “Find your rhythm and fuck our sweet girl until she shatters. She’ll strangle your cock so beautifully.”
Rosalie could do nothing but hold on as her men began moving, taking turns thrusting with their hips. Their cocks slid against each other so deep inside her as they brought her right to the edge. She could feel every perfect inch. She leaned forward, claiming James’ mouth in a hungry kiss. He broke it as he thrusted harder, pounding into her.
“Tom,” she whined, sinking back against Burke’s chest.
Tom stepped in, cupping her face with his calloused hand as he buried his tongue in her mouth. “You are our goddess,” he muttered against her lips. “We worship only you. Our queen, our north star,” he said between kisses. “We’ll bury our cocks in you forever. Every perfect hole. Claim you. Brand your soul.”
His words shored her up inside, building a new kind of cage around her heart. It was a cage oftheirmaking, rather than her own. With each kiss, each caress, each word of longing, they strengthened her. Her body may be powerless now, wholly at their mercy, but she was still in control. “Harder,” she panted. “God,please. Fuck me harder. Own me. Ruin me for all other men.”
James’ grip tightened as he pressed all the way in and held still. “Take her, Burke. Christ, end us both.”
Burke gripped her tight enough to bruise and began slamming into her. She and James cried out as Burke pounded them both with his relentless thrusts. She tipped her head back against Burke’s shoulder, her whole body coiling tight as she let her release take over her.
When Tom snaked his hand between her and James, pressing on her sensitive bud with his thumb, she shattered. She clenched down hard, crying out in her ecstasy. Burke slammed into her, his hot release filling her. The sensation of his come spilling inside her had her clenching again. That was enoughto have James coming too. She shook from head to toe as she came down from her high.
“Take her, Tom,” Burke murmured after a minute, shifting his position.
Tom braced her thighs with his strong arms as Burke pulled out. “Rose, let go,” Tom whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you, sweet girl. Let go of James.”
She blinked, struggling to hold the pieces of herself together as James suddenly stepped back. To go from feeling so full to so empty... she fought to keep from crying. But Tom was there, cradling her in his arms as he took her to the bed. He tended to her, washing gently between her legs, murmuring soft words.
Once James cleaned himself up, he was crawling across from the other side of the bed, wrapping himself around her, tangling their legs together. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. “Did we hurt you?” he whispered, pressing his lips against her warm skin.
Hurt her? She blinked, not understanding his question. They took her and made her feel whole. Their shared closeness did the opposite of hurt her. To be in their arms was to feel complete. But she didn’t know how to articulate all those feelings, so she just whispered a soft, “No.”
Tom sank onto the bed, pressing himself against her back, his thick arm curled around her.
“This bed is too small for the four of us,” Burke grumbled, dropping on the edge of the bed behind James. He slung his arm over James, reaching for Rosalie’s hand. Weaving his fingers in with hers, he kept his arm draped over James’ torso.
“The beds at Alcott are larger,” James muttered, his voice muffled.
“I can sleep in my room tonight,” said Tom, rubbing his calloused hand up and down the length of her naked thigh.
“No,” she whined, wrapping her hand over his. “I need you to stay.”
He huffed a laugh. “Always so greedy. Two men should be more than sufficient to hold you while you sleep, eh?”
They were all quiet for a moment, their breathing slowing.
“Do you really think this will work?” she whispered to the room.
“In two short days, George will be married,” said Burke. “All we have to do is keep our heads down, keep the party entertained, and keep George on a short leash—”
“Andget the gorgon engaged to someone else,” added Tom. “Don’t forget about that Sword of Damocles.”
Burke groaned, pressing his face into his pillow.
