Page 165 of His Grace, the Duke
James broke the kiss, his eye falling to Burke’s shoulder wound. With the gentlest of touches, James kissed around the spot. Even when he winced, Burke didn’t pull away. James cupped his cheek, taking his weaker hand and sliding his fingers through Rosalie’s wetness. Their fingers teased her together until she was wiggling between them, panting for breath. She watched as James took Burke’s wet fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He lifted his own hand and did the same for Burke. Both men tasted her wetness at the same time. It was enough to have her burst into flames.
James pulled his fingers away, leaving Burke panting, his eyes stormy with need. “I know it can never be official,” James said, his eyes still on Burke. “But here in this room, I marry you.”
Burke sucked in a breath, tears in his eyes. “James...”
“What about you, angel?” James whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Do you want to marry my Burke?”
“Yes,” she said, cupping Burke’s face and pressing her lips to his. “I love you. My Burke, My Horatio, I love you, I love you.” The words jumbled together as she kissed him, drowning in her need for him.
“I love you,” he echoed, returning each kiss with equal passion. “I love you both so goddamn much. I’ll never leave. Never stray. Yours forever. God, I’m yours.” He was kissing them both, his arms around them.
“Tom, come,” James said, holding them both.
Tom stepped forward, eyes hooded with desire. He tried to reach for all of them at once, his hand cupping Rosalie’s face, then James’, his other hand sliding up Burke’s back.
“Tom, it’s your choice,” said James. “Do you want to marry us?” He brushed a hand over Rosalie’s curls again, and she tipped her face into his touch with a smile.
Tom pressed his forehead against hers, his hand on James’ shoulder. “More than anything.”
“And what about my Burke?” James teased. “Will you love him as he should be loved?”
Tom turned, his eye falling to Burke’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around Burke’s naked waist.
Burke soothed him, kissing his temple, but then he pulled away. “And that’s the last time any of you get to mention or look at my shoulder again while we’re naked. The next person to apologize for a madwoman shooting me gets fucked in the arse. Agreed?”
Tom mumbled something unintelligible, his lips pressed against Burke’s chest. Rosalie turned in James’ arms, kissing his neck. He dug his fingers into her hair, jerking her back only to claim her mouth in a heady kiss. Next to them, Burke and Tom kissed too, their hands stoking each other’s need as they teased with their tongues, healing all remaining emotional wounds with tender touches.
At Tom’s groan, Rosalie glanced down to see Burke’s hand fisting both their hard cocks, working them together. She whimpered, her own desire shooting sky high. She didn’t know what it was about seeing her men take pleasure with each other that made her feel so ravenous.
James noticed too and growled, pulling on Tom’s shoulder to separate them. “This is Rosalie’s wedding night, and she will have us all.” He turned to her. “Tell us what you want, duchess.”
She couldn’t believe any of this was real. She was standing in a duchess’ bedroom, a duke all but naked before her, calling her his wife. Her lovers—theirlovers—flanked him to either side. No going back. Over the cliff, and over again. Spreadingher wings wide, she jumped. “I want all of you at once. I want to feel so full. I want to take all your come inside me. I want it dripping down my thighs. My husbands, my loves, I want to be claimed.”
Burke and Tom let out hungry sounds as James nodded. “Get on the bed.”
Turning away from them, she went over to the bed, climbing atop it. She slid to the middle and laid back against the soft pillows. Her heart felt fit to burst. She was sitting naked in this beautiful room, and it was hers. This was the view she would fall asleep to every night: her men naked before her, a happy fire in her hearth, curtains on her window, pillows on her bed. She’d never felt such a sense of peace.
She swallowed her nerves of excitement as they came towards her, all three having shed the last of their clothes away. It was almost too much beauty to take in.
Tom stepped forward first, climbing on the bed beside her, stretching his long body out as he curled around her, claiming her lips with playful kisses. “We had to coordinate ourselves,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to curl around her bottom. “Will you let me take you here?” he asked, letting his fingers graze over her soft skin.
She shivered thinking of that thick length inside her. All her men were well endowed, but Tom was the thickest. She nodded, eager to feel such an exquisite stretch. “Yes. Please, Tom—”
“Good girl,” he replied, smiling against her lips. “Then James is going to take your sweet cunt. We all agreed, as rank is rank, that he should get to have you first.”
“Itishis house,” Burke teased. “And he’s being so good as to let us share his wife.”
Rosalie cast him an annoyed look. “In our marriage bed, there are no husbands or wives. There is only love and pleasure.”
“Then we shall never leave it ever,” Burke replied, leaning over the bed to kiss her, then Tom, then her again.
James returned to the bedside, a vial in hand. “Face Tom, angel.”
She rolled eagerly to face Tom, letting him kiss her senseless while James slid onto the bed and poured oil in his hand. Tom swung one of her legs over his hip, opening her wider for James’ fingers. She gasped as the first one pressed in.
James groaned. “She’s so tight.”
“Tighter than her cunt,” Burke replied. “She’s perfection. Where would we be if she’d never stumbled into our lives?”
