Page 45 of His Grace, the Duke
“He is on his knees,” Burke went on. “Don’t ask for his permission. Take control. My sweet siren bows to no one.” With those words, he let her go.
On instinct she curled forward, digging her hands into Renley’s hair. He groaned as she pressed forward with her hips, riding his face. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pulled her closer. Her pleasure escaped her in a low moan. Shaking like a leaf, she collapsed on the bed.
Renley sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with a confident smile. Behind her, Burke shed his robe. He stood naked in the firelight, the lean muscles of his body tense. He stretched out on the bed, reaching for her. “Come here, little siren.”
Her heart raced at the look of want in his stormy eyes. Still feeling boneless, she crawled up the bed and into his arms. He kissed her, his hardness pressing into her hip. She melted into him.
The bed dipped as Renley laid down behind her. He was naked now too, curling into her with a hand on her thigh. He brushed kisses over her shoulder.
Burke broke their kiss. “Face Tom, love.”
She turned and he pulled her hips flush with his, his cock nestled tight against her. Renley wasted no time claiming her lips again. She could taste herself on his tongue. It made her ravenous.
“So beautiful,” he murmured. Taking her hand in his, he put it flat on his chest. “Touch me, Rose.”
Her hands did their best to memorize the shape and location of each of his tattoos. She traced the anchor with her fingers, the cross, the ship in full sail at his shoulder. He pressed in with his hips as her other hand wrapped around his cock. She smiled, feeling it pulse in her hand.
Burke scooted closer, his hand smoothing over the curve of her backside. “Rosalie... have you ever been taken here?”
Her breath caught as she broke her kiss with Renley. “No. Never.”
Burke leaned closer. “Imagine it, love. You could have us both. Would you like that?”
She took a shaky breath. “Would... will it hurt?”
“Pressure more than pain,” Renley murmured, kissing her lips, her chin. “And only at first. Then it’s only pleasure.”
Rosalie felt safe with them in a way no other man had ever made her feel safe. Slowly, she nodded. “I want you both,” she breathed. “Tell me what do.”
Both men groaned with anticipation.
Burke’s voice was like warm honey in her ear. “First, I want to watch you ride Tom’s cock. Would you like that?”
Her heart raced at the look of desire mirrored in Renley’s eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Then our sweet siren will cry out our names as we claimyou together,” Burke said, knowing exactly what his words were doing to them. “Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she repeated, eyes still on Renley. She was shaking with need. “Tom, I want you. Please, make love to me. I want to feel you everywhere.Please—”
“Enough.” Rolling onto his back, he dragged her with him. “Come here, sweet goddess. Need to feel that perfect, sweet cunt.” He helped position her over his hips. She was aching with the need to be filled. His cock jumped as she slid her hips forward, coating him in her wetness. “Let me feel you.” He shifted his hips. “Need you—”
Burke’s hand gripped Renley’s shoulder. “Slow down, sailor. You’re not riding our sweet siren bare.”
Renley blinked, his haze of desire broken as Burke handed him a French letter. With a curt nod, Burke helped him shift her backwards off his hips. Rosalie let out a little frustrated cry. What was it about these men that she was so ready to abandon all reason? She’d chastise herself for it later. Now she just took a shaky breath, watching as Renley wrapped his cock with the letter.
“Don’t come before I get inside her,” Burke warned, his hands smoothing down the curve of her back.
Renley nodded, eyes only for Rosalie. He held her by the hips, helping her shift forward again.
“Take him slow,” Burke murmured. “Nice and easy, love.”
With one hand, she angled Renley’s cock up, letting it settle at her entrance. He lifted his hips, and she felt the tip slide in.
“Look at me,” Renley said, his voice raw.
She held his gaze as she sank down onto him, letting herhips settle as she adjusted to his size. Renley’s grip tightened on her hips as he flexed.
“How does he feel?” Burke asked, his hand still on her hip.
