Page 83 of His Grace, the Duke
Burke, who’d been watching silently, flashed Tom a smirk.“He wants to own your mouth, love. He wants to rut into you until you’re choking on his cock, and he wants to come down your throat. He wants to taste himself on your tongue... isn’t that right, Tom?”
Tom let out a shaky breath. “Yes.”
Rosalie turned back to him, eyes wide. It wasn’t with fear, but desire. She wanted it all. Everything Burke described. Fuck, this woman was made for them.
“Take control, Tom,” she murmured, kissing one side of his hip, then the other. “Take anything you want. I’m yours.”
The words echoed around inside his head.Takecontrol...I’myours.
“Hold on to me,” he ordered.
Her hands went to his hips, and he got rougher, his fingers digging into her hair again as he tapped her parted lips with his cock. “Take it,” he said, his voice a growl.
Her mouth opened wider, and he slid inside, greeted by her fluttering tongue as she took him deep. Holding her still, he gave a few short thrusts, letting her feel with her hands and mouth how he wanted to move. She squeezed his hips in encouragement, letting out a little moan of pleasure.
With a muttered curse, he unleashed himself on her. He thrust into her mouth again and again, until he was tapping the back of her throat. She was so wet, so warm. It was a pleasure verging on pain to feel her give way to him, letting her mouth be claimed so completely. He let go of everything—his fears, his frustrations. He put all of himself in her hands, every piece, and she took it, shaking with need, asking for more. God, he could stay here forever. Stay inside her. Never leave.
Her hands tightened on his hips, her fingernails digging into the flesh of his arse. She looked up at him, tears in thosedark eyes. He cupped her head with both hands, holding her gaze. She was ready for him.
“I’m gonna come. Rose, I’m—”
She sucked him deep and he cried out his release, holding her still as he gave her everything. It felt like he was being split apart. He was hot and cold, aching and euphoric. He’d never come so hard. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of his cock as she swallowed.
After a few moments, he released her and she sank down, panting for breath. He dropped to one knee and took her face roughly with one hand, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. The open affection reflected on her face made his heart ache.
“I am not your friend,” he said, unable to control the tremor in his voice. “Stop calling me Renley. Call me Tom, call me darling, call me lover divine... butneverfriend.” He squeezed her jaw tighter. “Say it.”
She wrapped her hand around his wrist, nodding. “You’re Tom. My Tom.”
He turned her head, pointing with his free hand at Burke. “He is not your friend either. He has enough friends. And calling yourself his friend is an insult I’ll not abide.” He leaned in closer. “You are the air in his lungs, the north star guiding him home. Do not sell yourself short by using that fucking word again. Tell him who you are.”
A tear fell as she looked at Burke. “I’m your siren,” she said. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” Burke replied, his voice heavy with want.
Tom leaned in. “In public, you may call us ‘friend,’ and we will grin and fucking bear it. But in private, that word is banned. Understood?”
She nodded, still looking at Burke. Tom pulled her to herfeet and kissed her, replacing all the hardness of his thrusts with the gentleness of his soft lips and teasing tongue. He ended the kiss quickly and turned her around. “Our Burke has been patient long enough,” he murmured. “Go to him. Show him to whom he belongs.”
Without hesitation, Rosalie crossed over to Burke, climbing naked into his lap. Their mouths clashed in a passionate kiss, with Burke’s hands wrapping around her perfectly rounded arse. Rosalie moaned at the contact, moving her hips as she sought to relieve her ache. Christ, watching them together was going to have Tom hard again in minutes.
Burke broke their kiss, his hands smoothing back her hair as he murmured. “Wait—love. Rosalie, look at me.”
She sat back, her chest rising with each short breath.
“I want you,” he said, kissing her again. “I will always want you.”
“I want you too,” she replied, nuzzling his neck. “My Burke, my Horatio, I want you.”
The word buzzed through Tom, jolting him like a zap of lightning. His heart was aching, his need for both of them tearing him apart.
Burke looked over Rosalie’s shoulder, his eyes locking on Tom. Slowly, he smiled, his gaze heating as he said, “I want Tom too.”
Tom’s heart stilled. Oh hell, they were apparently doing this now.
Rosalie perched on Burke’s lap with her hands on his shoulders. “What do you mean?”
Burke tucked her hair behind her ears. “If we’re going to be together, I want us all to be... together. You’re it for us. Iknow it. Tom knows it. James knows it too, even if he’s being a damned pain in the arse. We belong together.”
