Lady Wicked (4 page)

James had the audacity to wink at him as
Amelia writhed between them. Pausing, his fingers sunk deep, Jeremy
ran his thumb over the knot of nerves above her velvet entrance,
relishing the sweet noise of her ragged gasps.

“I need you inside me,” she gasped into the
air.

Jeremy smiled as he kissed her neck,
whispering, “I am inside you.”

“Your cock,” Amelia moaned. “Fuck me,
Jeremy.”

Falling back on the sofa, he was grateful for
James’ hold on her as he nearly unbalanced them all. James spun her
around so she stood in front of him. Admiring her beauty, the soft
curves of her naked form, Jeremy reached for her. She came to him
eagerly.

His brother helped her straddle him so that
each of her legs surrounded his, his cock poised at her entrance.
With both his and James hands on her hips, they brought her down on
his cock. He held his breath as the fat head of his dick squeezed
into her sheath, stretching her as he pushed inside with shallow
thrusts. Only when he was fully seated, his cock buried within her
tight confines, did he let out the breath he had been holding.

She clung to his shoulders as Jeremy began to
lift her off him, only to bring her down again, her tight channel
clutching his dick like a velvet glove. Rolling his hips, bucking
slightly, he added to the rhythm, watching her intently as she
ground on him.

Eyes half-closed, bowed mouth parted, she was
the most beautiful woman Jeremy had ever taken and he hoped she
would be the last he would ever possess. Falling against him, she
kissed him, passionately taking what she wanted as their tongues
mated together, her cries becoming stronger as he absorbed them
into his mouth.

The moment she came was beautiful. Arching
her back, her walls fluttering then clenching around him, her
breasts so close to his face that he couldn’t resist latching on to
one, drawing the hard bud in to tease it with his tongue as she
came undone.

Almost instantly, he felt his own end
approach. When his balls tightened, his cock thickening, he grasped
her about the waist, holding her tightly on his lap while his cock
jerked inside, pouring his hot seed into her. The feeling that
ripped through him wasn’t mere orgasm; it was a blinding sensation,
infinitely more powerful than the kiss. He felt it wrap around them
like a blanket, drawing them together, binding them as one. Jeremy
knew he would never let her go.

Sighing, she wobbled against him, collapsing
in his arms, breathing hard. Mere seconds later, she was sliding
away from him, her feet hitting the ground with a soft thump,
steadying herself with hands on his shoulders as behind her James
tipped her forward.

Jeremy insinuated one foot in between hers,
nudging her legs apart. He held her gaze, watched her eyes widen,
then her lids close momentarily as James slid into her, a ragged
gasp escaping her lips.

It surprised him that watching her being
taken by his brother seemed like a natural progression. When she
leaned forward, he met her, kissing her as she gasped through his
brother’s fucking. Warmth suffused him as he knew that he had found
the woman who would share his life, their life, at last.

***

Lowering Amelia onto his brother’s dick had
been enormously erotic. James had tried many kinks in his life
time, had shared women, loved and discarded them, but never had he
felt such a connection to a woman. If her kiss did this to him, he
wondered what it would feel like when they joined their bodies.

James fisted his cock, stroking the length
gently, as he watched the woman he wanted bounce on his brother’s
lap, her pleasure evident through her soft gasps and sighs. By the
time they had completed, James was more than ready to bind them
together, although he wasn’t quite sure how his brother would take
him taking Amelia, too.

When Jeremy nudged her feet apart, pulling
her forward leaving her exposed and ready, James felt a surge of
renewed loyalty to his brother and a rush of love for the woman who
would be his.

He positioned himself behind her, his hands
sliding over the curve of her rear to rest in the inward curve of
her waist as he felt his cock nestle at her entrance. Sliding
inside in a single smooth move, he resisted the urge to take her
hard and fast, instead holding himself back to savour the feel of
her body as it wrapped around him.

“Oh, yes, James,” she cried, pushing back on
him until his groin was nestled against her rear.

He took that as his cue and began to rock
against her, gripping her waist tightly, encouraged by the sighs he
now heard as a result of his own actions. Spreading his legs,
enjoying the feel of pushing fully into her pussy, he increased his
pace, rocking faster as she cried his name. Holding himself deep he
swirled, then withdrew slightly, butting his cock against the rough
patch of her sheath until she was quaking beneath him, her climax
rising fast and hard.

He barely saw Jeremy lean forward, until
Amelia was kissing him, her rising moans muffled against his mouth.
James dipped his head to one side, realising Jeremy’s hand was
between her legs, his fingers touching the soft bud at the junction
of her thighs, causing her to quiver uncontrollably until she was
arching against him.

James met her orgasm with his own, bursting
inside her as he groaned, blinding light catching him unawares and
encasing them both before ebbing away. Something had changed he
realised, enjoying the last few rocks against her. He felt bound to
her as though they were one. Even more strangely, he welcomed
it.

Dragging blankets to the floor, they curled
either side of her, stroking her, caressing her, feathering kisses
over her body, bruising her mouth with the heat of the passion. She
didn’t say a word to them, until finally when they were on the
precipice of sleep, nestled under soft blankets on the floor, James
swore he heard a soft, “I love you”, words that made his heart
sing.

Chapter Six

Amelia woke, stretched and realised she was
trapped between two hard bodies. The memories of the previous
evening flooded back to her. The kiss on the terrace, the kiss in
the rose garden, fleeing with them to the summer house to talk… but
they had barely spoken behind confirming what she already expected:
they were exactly like her and through some quirk of fate, they
were all together. Her cheeks flushed as she remembered them
disrobing her before she had slid astride Jeremy, taking his cock
into her body, loving him completely, body and soul, before leaning
forward and allowing James to take her too, receiving the same
feeling of completeness with both men.

Her mind was in turmoil. She had to get out
of there, she had to get away from them. It seemed to cruel that
fate had brought her two men to love her, two men whom she could
love in return only for them to be ripped away.

No, she would not have her heart torn again.
She maneuvered herself from the tangle of limbs and stepped around
the summerhouse looking for her clothing. Dressing quickly, she
made short work of the layers, and fixed her hair as best she
could. Spying a cloak hung on a peg by the doors, she tugged it
down, throwing it about her shoulders. It wouldn’t be seemly for
her to be spotted walking home in her eveningwear and she could
only hope that the cloak, along with the early hours, would ensure
her passage went unnoticed.

With one last tortured glance at her lovers,
asleep on the floor, their nakedness barely covered, she slipped
out of the summerhouse and began her long walk home.

She had planned to stay in London for several
more years before departing, but now she realised her plans must
change. She could not stay now, not knowing she could have the
brothers’ love for a short while only to lose them. It was clear to
her now; she must leave quickly and travel as far away as she
could, far from their loving embraces, far from the pain of losing
them.

The thought tore a sob from her, and it was
with tears flooding her eyes that she slipped away from the
Hamilton’s estate.

***

Jeremy awoke expecting to find his body
curled against Amelia’s. He could already feel his cock stiffening
with the thought of making sleepy love to her but there was no warm
female body next to his. Rolling over he reached for her and got
his hand slapped.

“What?” he mumbled, his eyes flashing
open.

“Keep your hands to yourself, brother,” came
James sharp reply.

“Where is Amelia?”

James shook his head. “I don’t know. When I
woke a few moments ago she was gone.” He pushed back the blanket
and stood, naked, looking around the summerhouse. “Her clothing has
gone too.”

“Gone where?” Jeremy was puzzled. Amelia had
been so willing the night before, so eager to take her pleasure
from them and so delighted in receiving it. Perhaps in the cold
light day of day she had been embarrassed? Taking two men wasn’t
for every woman and he had the feeling it had been a first for her,
as it had been for him.

“Presumably, wherever she has gone.” James
was striding around the room, gathering up his clothing, dressing
quickly.

“Perhaps she does not want us?” Jeremy mused,
the jolt of rejection striking him hard.

“No, she wants us.” James spoke with absolute
certainty. “Did you feel something last night, something extra?
Like we were being bound?”

Jeremy nodded as he sat upright, still
feeling flattened from Amelia’s swift departure.

“If I concentrate, it’s like I can feel her,
feel her sadness and confusion,” James continued.

They were quiet for a moment, then Jeremy
nodded. “I can, too, and something else. I think she’s planning on
fleeing. I don’t like this, James. We have to stop her.”

“Agreed.”

Fully dressed they prepared to stride from
the summerhouse, Jeremy turning when he saw gold glinting in the
sunlight that streaked through the long windows to fall on the
table. She had left her mask, the delicate little thing nestled
between theirs, exactly as it should be, exactly as she should
be.

They strode to the house, firm resolve on
their faces, Jeremy barking orders to the servants as soon as they
materialised. Moments later, their saddled horses were brought to
the front of the house and they were swinging astride, calling for
the gates to be opened as they charged from the estate, racing
towards their woman.

Reaching her house, they dismounted, throwing
their reins over the railings.

“I feel her,” said Jeremy, nodding towards
the house. It was like a gossamer fine thread tugging at him, and
he knew at the other end would be Amelia. The connection that had
entwined them the night before, seemed more powerful the closer he
got to her and he instinctively knew James felt the same.

“I feel her sadness,” added James, taking the
steps two at a time, rapping on the door.

“The mistress isn’t home,” the maid told
them, but they could feel her, knew it was a lie and the little
maid cried out in alarm as they pushed past her.

“Amelia!” Jeremy was prepared to search every
room, turn the house upside down to find her if he had too.

“It’s all right, Beth.” Amelia’s voice was
cool as she called to the girl. “Return to the kitchen.”

“Shall I call for help, my lady?”

“No, Beth. Leave us be. The gentlemen will
leave shortly.”

“The gentlemen will not,” huffed James,
bounding up the stairs, Jeremy only a step behind. They followed
her through to the drawing room. She had changed into a pale pink
gown in simple cotton, her hair swept into a loose bun. Her eyes
were rimmed with red. “Why did you leave?” demanded James, taking
her hand.

“I couldn’t stay,” she whispered, her face
hidden from them as she turned away, her hand sliding from his. “I
cannot love you.”

“And me? Can you not love me?” asked Jeremy,
his heart aching for her.

“Neither of you. Love is not for me.” Her
voice was soft, filled with sadness. “I am not what you think I am.
I will only cause you pain and suffering and I could not bear
that.”

“Why?” Jeremy shook his head, resisting the
urge to cross the floor and turn her, take her in his arms and show
her the depth of his love.

“I’m destined to be alone. I’m a monster. Oh,
do not ask me to explain.” She sounded so defeated, so small.

James turned to his brother. “She doesn’t
know,” he said in surprise. “She doesn’t know what she is.” They
gazed at her in wonder.

“It makes sense,” said Jeremy. “Why would
she? We’ve had each other to fathom why we are the way we are.
Amelia has always been alone. Damn it, we just assumed when we
should have made sure.”

She turned then, her eyes wide. “What are you
talking about?”

“You’re immortal,” explained James, “You will
never die. You have lived through decades, maybe even centuries and
will continue to live for all time.”

She stared at him, aghast, realisation
dawning across her pretty face.

“Just like us,” added Jeremy, closing the
space between them. “We’ve been alive for hundreds of years.”

“But how?”

“We died in battle; such violence that we
have never seen since. As our bodies died, something happened to
them. Some force brought us back, returned us to the earth. We do
not age, or catch disease. We cannot die. You are immortal too, we
sensed it in you.”

“I don’t know how I came to be this way.”

“If violence is the transition, perhaps that
is best.” Jeremy reached for her, tucking one of her curls behind
her ear, holding his hand there, just to feel her, the closeness
thickening the bonds between them.

“I’ve always been alone,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to be alone again. We can
offer you forever.”

“And a lot of sex,” added James. “Not to be
blunt, of course, but lots and lots of sex with lovers who will
never leave you, who will love you for eternity.”