Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) (18 page)

* * * *

Helene thanked the women for their
help. She was a little shocked by the lengths to which they went on
her behalf, but it was clear they loved Salvador and would do
anything for him.

"Besides we did not need to make love
to de Vernon," explained Jeanne, who was introduced to her as the
fourth wife. "We just pretended. Men are not very clever when it
comes to certain matters."

Helene ordered fruit, wine, cheese and
bread for the ladies. She could not help being curious about them.
They appeared to be from all walks of life— Isobel de Bressange was
from a family as well-known and wealthy as Helene's, but little
Jeanne had been Isobel's maid before she became a d'Anzeray wife.
Princesa had been a bed slave to a rich man, and Aelfa was the
daughter of a whore. Cedney, the fifth wife and clearly Dom's
favorite, had once owned a manor of her own and had lived as a man
for all her life until she joined the d'Anzeray family. Then there
was Jessamyn, whose deeply sun-browned skin made her stand out from
the other women, and whose kohl-rimmed eyes held a calm wisdom
beyond her years.

They were happy, talkative, just as
interested in Helene as she was in them.

When she asked them about their
unconventional marriage to all seven brothers, she heard the
stories of how each woman came into the family. And as she listened
she saw the pleasure in their eyes when they talked of the men who
had rescued them from their previous lives. She did not miss the
added twinkle in each girl's smile when they spoke of one man in
particular. It was clear that although the brothers shared their
wives, partnerships were being formed along the way, special bonds
of love.

"But how do you manage...being shared
by all seven at once?" she asked cautiously.

Aelfa, a smiling, sensual, curvaceous
red head laughed. "I had never felt so loved, so adored as I did
the first time I laid with all the husbands at once."

"Nor me," said Princesa. "To feel
their hands caressing me, their kisses on my skin— all together. It
was like being dressed in the finest gown ever made."

Helene tried to comprehend it. She
shivered. "I don't think I could. Not all seven." But a heavy pulse
had begun to make itself felt, heating the blood in her veins,
rousing her nipples, dampening her pussy.

Isobel chuckled as she bit into a plum
and juice trickled down her chin. "You should try it. You cannot
know until you've tried it."

She thought of the night when Dom and
Salvador had both fondled her to orgasm against the wall of a
blacksmith's forge. How Salvador had held her breast for his
brother to suckle and then let him lick her wet pussy.

But to have all seven at
once?

"Perhaps you would like to watch and
see how it is done?" said Jessamyn. The others agreed at once,
assuring her that the fear would leave her once she witnessed the
pleasure unfold.

Helene decided she was this far in,
she may as well commit one more sin.

Her sexual curiosity would, once
again, be her downfall.

* * * *

That evening she watched the mating of
six d'Anzeray brothers with their six wives. Salvador sat beside
her, declining to join in, but she saw his cock rising in his
chausses, as her own arousal mounted.

Her pulse raced, and she knew Sal must
feel it when he put his hand around her wrist. She stared as the
other women were penetrated in every orifice. She heard how they
moaned and gasped with delight. She listened to the slapping,
slippery sounds of flesh on flesh. Each of the brothers was
well-endowed and skilled. They petted, kissed and stroked the
wives, mounting them on each other, taking turns dispensing
pleasure and receiving it.

"Watch Aelfa," Sal whispered in her
ear. "She loves to suck cock and lick pussy. She's expert at
both."

Sure enough, while Jeanne sat astride
Ramon's lap, the red-headed Aelfa knelt before them and alternated
sucked and licked their private parts while Sebastien fucked her
from behind. Then she closed her hand around the root of Ramon's
cock and eased it through Jeanne's blushing nether lips,
controlling a slow hard mating while she continued using her tongue
to drive Jeanne ever higher in her climax. Meanwhile, Isobel was
caught between Raul and Alonso who filled her pussy and her anus at
the same time, rutting with a loud, joyous savagery. Cedney rode
Dom's lap in a nearby chair while Nino and Jessamyn curled together
on the floor pleasuring each other orally.

"It is...too much to look upon,"
Helene murmured, turning her head. Sal kissed her warm cheek and
laughed.

"Wait. Look. Now all my brothers are
on Jessamyn. See how she takes them?"

She glanced sideways and saw Jessamyn
on all fours with a man laid beneath her, spreading her pussy,
another poised behind to penetrate her arse, two more kneeling
before her to fill her mouth with cock. The remaining two brothers
played with her breasts and stroked her spine, waiting for a turn
to spend inside the laughing, excited woman.

Dazed, Helene looked back at
Salvador.

"Fuck me now," she gasped out,
trembling. "I want to feel you inside me."

Hands around her waist he lifted her
and lowered her directly on his hard erection. Then he tugged her
gown down to her waist, tearing the cloth, showing off her bouncing
breasts while he teased her nipples and plucked at them with his
long, sun-browned fingers.

Helene tipped her head back, resting
it on his broad shoulder. All around her the sounds and smells were
of sex. Hot, salty, sweaty.

Suddenly she felt mouths drawing
greedily on her nipples and she looked down to see Aelfa sucking
one breast and Jeanne sucking the other. She heard and felt Sal
chuckling as her pussy tightened on his ramrod.

"Oh yes, my sweet, haughty lady," he
grunted. "I'm going to fill you with my wicked seed."

Aelfa and Jeanne moved their kisses
down her body and she blushed as she felt their tongues tickling
between her thighs, playfully battling over her pussy. They must be
kissing Sal's root too as it pushed in and out of her. Were they
sucking his balls too? She should be jealous, angry that she'd been
pulled into this, tempted to such wickedness. But he wrapped his
powerful arms around her waist, holding her down hard and then he
groaned as he shot his load up inside her. She felt the hot gush
and heard the women squealing excitedly as they licked up some of
the semen that trickled out of her.

Helene climaxed roughly, shuddering
and panting.

Salvador lifted her from his cock and
held her up, her legs spread, so that the two wives could suckle
her aching pussy and he whispered in her ear how much he loved her.
How many times he would fuck her tonight, how sore she would be
tomorrow. How she would forget, after this, everything she ever
thought she knew about her desires.

* * * *

The men went out hunting the next day.
Salvador felt they'd eaten so much of her stocks that he suggested
they replenish her stores.

"Is she going to marry us then?" Ramon
demanded.

"Of course she will," said Dom. "How
could she resist us?"

They all laughed.

Sal hoped his brother was right. He
wanted Helene as he'd never wanted anything in his life
before.

But when they arrived back at her
manor after the hunt they found the gates locked, guards set with
firm instructions not to let them in.

"What the devil is going on?" Sal
demanded.

She was the most frustrating,
indecisive wench....

Shutters were thrown open, and several
women's faces peered out.

"The wives?" Sebastien pointed. "What
are they up to? Let us in, wenches!"

The faces moved aside and Helene
appeared. "Your wives have decided it's time you appreciated them
properly. From now on it will be one man and one woman. And you can
all come and plead for your love. Otherwise you can go home
and—"

"Hellion!" Sal shouted up at her. "You
will stop this nonsense and open these gates."

Hands on her waist she replied,
"Indeed I shall not. I have told you how it will be. From now on
it's one man and one woman." She stuck her chin in the air. "We are
decided."

The bloody woman had roused the wives
into rebellion the minute their backs were turned. He might have
known this would happen. He knew she was dangerous, didn't
he?

"One man for one woman. And you can
all come, one at a time, and plead your case to the woman you
love." With that she slammed the shutters closed.

But they could all hear the laughter
going on inside.

Sal and his brothers were left on the
other side of the gate, cursing and complaining.

* * * *

"Do you suppose they will break the
gate down?" exclaimed Jeanne, her eyes large and
pensive.

Helene sniffed, took an arrow from her
quiver and readied it in her bow. "Let them try." She looked around
at the other women. "We are decided in this, are we not? If you
have any doubt, speak now."

They all looked most impressed with
her. Cedney grinned as she examined the collection of weapons laid
out of the table. "I'd say we're decided. Are we not, ladies? This
has gone on long enough the way they like it. Now it's time we had
things our way!"

One by one the women agreed. They all
had one brother they loved and they were weary of pretending this
arrangement suited them.

"When I first came, I was grateful for
a roof over my head and escape from a cruel master. I would have
done anything," said Princesa with a lusty sigh. "But I am older
and wiser now. I want one husband, not seven."

They all nodded.

Helene smiled. "Good. Time for us to
see how brave these fine warriors truly are."

* * * *

Dom stormed up and down before the
gate, arms folded. "They really think they can hold us at bay. Have
they been eating some of Jessamyn's seeds and lost their
minds?"

"Pah! If this is the way they want it,
we can find other wives who will be glad to come with us and live
by our rules," said Sebastien, scowling as he propped his shoulder
against the bars of the gate. "We've spoiled the wenches, that much
is plain."

"Aye, we let them get away with too
much."

"We don't need them! Leave them
here."

"We'll find other women."

Thus they bolstered one another with
noisy claims of not caring what happened, of not needing these
particular women so much after all.

They rode back to their father's
castellany where he laughed loudly at their predicament.

"I might have known you'd never keep
those women in their place. It lasted longer than I expected, truth
be told."

The brothers ranted and raved,
protesting that they would never go back there and beg. But when
the noise fell away, the silence of their wife-less house was just
as deafening as their earlier bravado had been.

* * * *

The women sat around the fire and
talked of their old lives. They were sad and thoughtful tonight.
Those who had children were missing them. Apparently there were
nursemaids to look after the babies at Guillaume's castle, and the
woman knew their husbands would protect the children no matter
what, but Helene worried that the tide would turn. She feared the
wives would break down and rush back to the men, so she kept them
well fed and their wine goblets filled.

"Don't give in," she urged. "Stay
strong. We are women! God gave us the pain and struggle of
childbirth because He knew we are the stronger sex."

Somehow she succeeded in keeping the
wives resolved and occupied.

The stand-off lasted two
days.

Chapter
Fifteen

First came Nino.

With the women looking down on him
from that window, he dropped to his knee in the yard and confessed
his love for Jessamyn.

There followed Ram, for Jeanne, and
Alonso for Isobel.

A half hour later came Raul for
Princesa and Sebastien for Aelfa.

Finally Cedney and Helene were left
standing at the window.

Dominigo paced in a circle before he
eventually got up the courage to plead for Cedney.

"I am tempted to make him wait," she
whispered to Helene, "But look at him. Is he not the handsomest man
that ever lowered his pride for a woman?"

Helene nodded and laughed, but she
knew there was one still to come. The handsomest in her eyes. The
man for whom she'd done all this.

* * * *

Sal waited until his brothers had all
said their piece.

By then Helene stood alone at the
window, her pert face glowering down at him, a bow and arrow raised
in readiness to fire if he made the slightest wrong
move.