Page 47 of His Grace, the Duke
“Breathe, Rose,” Renley murmured. “It’s going to feel so good. You were made to be with us. Right here... just like this...”
She took a shaky breath, trying to keep herself still. The pressure was overwhelming. It made her tremble. Burke and Renley both groaned as he inched in.
Renley shifted beneath her. “God help me—Burke—”
She’d never felt so full in her life. Both men were murmuring, Burke’s hands on her hips and Renley’s on her thighs. She could feel them both—their hardness, their length. Burke slid in another inch, settling with a soft thrust. “You’re ours. Do you feel this? Feel how we complete you?”
She whimpered, hands shaking as she tried to stay perfectly still. This was agony. It was ecstasy.
“Such a good girl.” Renley brushed his lips against hers. “He’s almost there.”
With a slow exhale, Burke gripped her waist with both hands and pressed in until his hips settled behind her. They all let out a collective breath. He smoothed his hands over her hips. “That’s it, love. How does it feel?”
“So full,” she murmured, blinking away tears. Body full. Heart and soul full. How was she ever going to survive them?
“I’m dying,” Renley said beneath her. “She’s so tight. I can’t—Burke, you have to move. God—please—move.”
Burke’s grip tightened on her hips. “Push in, Tom. Deep as you can.”
Renley shifted beneath her, angling his hips forward. The fullness left a deep ache inside her. Was it even possible she could come again?
“Hold her still,” Burke said, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder. She could feel his body tensing, the calm before the storm. Beneath her, Renley was hard as stone, his hips holding steady. “No one comes until I say,” Burke growled in her ear.
Suddenly, he was moving. She cried out, pressing her face into Renley’s tattooed chest as Burke drove into her. Beneath her, Renley’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back. Burke’s breath came out in sharp pants as he seated himself to the hilt over and over. She could do nothing as Burke sent them all careening towards the edge of a cliff. He curled his body over hers, his hand snaking between her legs to give her more pleasure. At the first touch of his fingers on her sensitive bud, she clenched tighter.
Renley felt it all. “Burke—”
“Not yet,” Burke snapped. “Hold on.”
Renley’s grip on her hips tightened. She’d surely havebruises in the morning. Each time these men touched her, they brought her to new heights of pleasure. Her aching core couldn’t take much more. The tightness was almost unbearable. With each thrust, the sensation built. She was so close. Bliss was at her fingertips.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please—”
Burke deepened his thrusts, pounding into her.
“Christ, I can feel you both,” Renley panted, his voice pained. “Burke—I need you.”
He reached blindly for his friend, grabbing Burke’s forearm and pulling him forward. Rosalie was pressed between them, filled by them. She watched as Renley took Burke by the hair and jerked his face closer. Their lips met in a frenzied kiss—a clashing of teeth and tongues that made both men groan.
Watching them together, Rosalie shattered. With a cry, she felt her release course through her, shooting all the way down to her toes. She was breathless, shaking as it crested.
Renley broke his kiss with Burke, head falling back as his body stiffened. “Christ, save me.”
Behind her, Burke started moving again, his breath coming out in pants as he increased his intensity. “That’s it, love,” he said between thrusts. “Do you want Tom to come inside you? He’s aching for it. Look at him. Look at your power over him.”
She moaned, letting herself look at Renley—his beautiful blue eyes, the sharp lines of his jaw, his halo of golden curls splayed slicked with sweat. He was so beautiful. He looked back at her with such raw, open need. His hands gripped tighter to her hips as he started moving in tandem with Burke.
“Tom,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his. “Give yourself to me.”
With a growl, he gripped tight to her hips and started thrusting up into her.
Feeling Burke and Renley moving together inside her was a new kind of paradise. She threw her head back, eyes closed tight, letting their passion spiral her higher and higher. Together, her men would make her fly. They would always give her exactly what she needed.
“We’re going to come inside you, sweet siren,” Burke said, his voice low in her ear. “Fill you. Own you. You belong to us.”
“Yes. Oh God—”
Burke’s hand snaked between her and Renley, his fingers working her bud until she was trembling. He curled over her, pressing her closer to Renley. “Come one more time. Let us feel it.”
