Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (9 page)

“Her mouth, Cabot,” Victor gasped. “I’m going to come. So help me, I’m going to come!”

She sucked and licked at him and barely registered his shout of completion as he came in her mouth. His taste was strong, delectable, and she swallowed. The next instant Cabot held on tight to her hips and began to pound into her.

“Cabot!” she cried, trying to hold on as she twisted the sheets beneath in her hands. He worked at an angle and his cock touched on a place inside her that seemed ultrasensitive. “That feels… Oh!”

He didn’t say anything to her inadequate exclamation. No, he just continued to take her harder and harder as she began to come. Victor must have recovered, for he drew her upward and shifted until she was clutching at his shoulders. When he cupped her breast, pinching one nipple, she climaxed. Cabot didn’t cease, just moved in and out of her as Victor held her close. Sobbing, she came again between them. As if from a distance she heard Cabot cry out himself as he spilled deep inside her.

They collapsed on the bed, sweaty and tangled and sated. She couldn’t speak for them but she was exhausted. Her body still tingled and quivered, and she burrowed down into the soft coverlet. “I shall never forget this.”

* * * *

Cabot froze beside her. Her words brought reality crashing through his pleasure soaked brain. This time had a set end. He knew that. They weren’t meant for him. He caught Victor’s gaze, but saw nothing clear there. That was no surprise. The man wore a mask thicker than any other Hawk he’d ever seen.

“We have until Christmas,” was all Victor said.

Cabot nodded, taking the words at face value. He brought his lips to Violet’s flushed cheek and kissed her. “We’ll make it even more memorable, Violet.”

She murmured something, not opening her eyes as she sighed. Memorable. Memories were all he would have left after they returned to Ralston. Ah, but what memories they were. Victor’s cock, deep in Violet’s mouth as his burly body arched sharply. Violet’s pert ass tight against his belly as he fucked her, urging two orgasms out of her before losing his own control.

“You sucked Victor’s cock,” he observed. “I admit, I’ve longed to do that.”

To his satisfaction, she opened her eyes at that. Interest filled their deep blue depths. “What? You would…” She licked her lips. “Oh, is that how you make love?”

Victor’s cheeks turned a bit ruddy and Cabot longed to tease him a bit as well. He stifled the urge, knowing the man wasn’t as comfortable with banter as he was himself. “Not yet, no. Victor took me.”

Her mouth fell open. “How?”

He smiled and brushed the hair off his brow. Leveling her a look, he waited for her to grasp the possibility. A light came into her eyes and she arched a brow. “Victor
took
you. In your bottom?”

Cabot nodded.

“I fucked him, Violet,” Victor said. “Like I fucked you.”

Cabot heard a thread of regret in his voice. A shade of trepidation. His gorgeous dark Hawk eyes were clouded and Cabot gave into the urge to reach across Violet’s slight form to grasp his shoulder in comfort. “He’s a magnificent lover, isn’t he?”

He directed his words to Violet but caught Victor’s gaze. Heat simmered between them, enhanced now that they’d both had her. He’d never shared a woman. He’d never shared a man either, but these two made him throw all previous notions out the large leaded windows. He began to simmer, his cock stirring at the notion of having them both again.

“I’m a greedy fellow,” he said to Violet. He faced her now. “I want you both and I want to give myself to you both.”

She bit her lip, then nodded. “Then I’m greedy as well.” She came up on her knees, brushing her glorious hair back over her shoulders. “Victor, what say you?”

“About?” Victor asked.

She smiled, a bright expression he hadn’t seen on her face before. “Should we both take Cabot?”

Cabot caught his breath as Victor slowly smiled.

Two days passed before they could make good on Violet’s promise. Cabot’s body hummed almost nonstop, his balls aching for what he could only guess would be incredible release. Just climbing the stairs to Victor’s guest chamber caused a combination of pain and postponed pleasure to radiate through his body. They were both going to take him? God, just the thought of how they might go about it was enough to make him stroke himself to release the past two nights.

He entered the room and shut the door tight. “Now I know what you Hawks go through.”

Victor arched a dark brow and turned from the mirror. “Do you? How so?”

Cabot shrugged and took Victor’s jacket from him. “The constant need, Victor. My balls are aching and my cock twitches at the least provocation.”

“Provocation?” What he now knew passed for a smile crossed Victor’s face. “Not the little maid Ivy, I hope.”

“God, no. She’s a pretty thing but nothing compared to our girl.”

Victor lifted his chin as Cabot loosened his tie. “Our girl.”

“Violet is everything.” Cabot took a breath and pressed forward. “I know you’ve known her forever and it’s only been a few days since I first glimpsed her beautiful face, but I’m falling.”

Victor grabbed his wrist, his hold firm. “Falling?” His eyes were rounded with what he could only guess was surprise. “You love Violet?”

Cabot pulled gently out of his grasp. “Love? I don’t know about that. I admit I’ve never felt anything like this before the two of you.”

Victor’s eyes sharpened. “The two of us?”

Cabot held up his hands. “I’m not staking claim, Victor. Not on Violet and certainly not on you.”

Something like a shadow crossed Victor’s face. “Certainly not me. Because I’m a Hawk.”

Cabot wished he could stop this conversation but something compelled him to continue. “You are a Hawk. A bloody baron, Victor. And Violet, though a goddess I cannot resist, is far above me as well.”

To his astonishment, Victor grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close. He couldn’t look away from those dark eyes. “I want you, Cabot. Like I’ve never wanted another man. Hell, I didn’t think I could want someone as much as I desire Violet, but there it is.”

Cabot attempted to say something, anything, but Victor crushed his mouth to his. His tongue dove into his mouth and Cabot felt his body react fully now. He felt Victor’s cock hard against his and pressed closer still. His heart raced as Victor’s hands cupped his ass. This was bliss, being held by this man. The only thing missing was Violet.

“Ooh, that’s just lovely!” Violet said from the doorway.

Victor lifted his head and threw Violet another of his small smiles. “Shut the door, Violet.”

Cabot followed the direction of his gaze and saw their girl gaping at them with her eyes darkened to purple. She blinked, then jumped to do as he bade. She drifted closer, her hands clasped in front of her remarkable bosom.

“The two of you are so beautiful together.” She tugged at her bodice. “I want to see you stripped again and loving each other.”

Cabot nearly came in his trousers. “What of your promise, Violet?”

Surprisingly, she giggled. “Oh, we’re going to take you Cabot. Mmm, I can scarcely wait.”

After another crushing kiss, Victor stepped back and tore at his clothes. “I daresay I don’t need my valet to see to this.”

“Your valet is otherwise engaged,” Cabot answered, removing his livery and stripping down to the skin. He turned and worked on Violet’s dress. “I can smell you, Violet. Sweet and hot, little flower.”

She giggled again and wriggled until her dress and underpinnings fell to the floor. Cabot stepped back, staring at her gorgeous curves. Her breasts rose and fell with her every breath, her nipples pebbled and tempting. Bending his head, he took one in his mouth. She gasped and clutched at his head.

“Not far, Cabot!” She purred and pressed closer. “We’re supposed to take you.”

In answer he fell to his knees and buried his face in her pussy. “Your cunt smells so good.” He used his thumbs to spread her to his tongue and licked her. “Mmm.”

Victor stepped behind her and cupped her breasts. “Should we give our girl a ride before?”

Cabot glanced up to see dark intent stamped on Victor’s face. He shook his head and stood, rubbing his bare chest over her tight pink nipples. She stared up at him and he smiled. “I want her wet for us, I think. Hungry.”

She moaned, letting out a sigh when Victor bent his head and nibbled the side of her neck.

“Soaking wet and ready,” Victor said. He released her and came to stand behind Cabot. “What of you, Cabot? Are you ready?”

His cock began to pound as Victor brought his shaft up against his ass. With Victor at his back and Violet at his front, he reasoned he might just lose his mind before his seed. Violet’s delicate hands trailed over the front of him, teasing his nipples and stroking his belly. Victor’s large hands grabbed his thighs and pressed closer. He bit Cabot’s ear as he’d teased Violet’s. “Cream, Violet.”

Those words caused Cabot’s body to flush hot. “In the top drawer, love.”

Violet hurried to the dressing table and found the jar. “Victor, you’ll use this to…” She grinned. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be needing this.”

Victor actually barked out a laugh as he took the jar from her. “Let’s give Cabot what we promised.”

“And soon, please!” Cabot moaned. “I’m going to come on the carpet otherwise.”

Victor didn’t waste any more time. He used the cream to slide two fingers into Cabot’s ass and it was nearly perfect. He wanted more, though. He needed Victor’s big cock deep inside as he held Violet close again. “Come here, Violet.”

She stood in front of him again, all flushed and pink. Victor leaned forward and took her mouth then, and the sounds they both made caused Cabot’s balls to ache. She twined her fingers in Cabot’s hair and kissed him then, and he could taste Victor on her tongue. With the man behind him, teasing his hole with his cock, and Violet renewing her caresses he just closed his eyes and surrendered.

Victor wrapped an arm around Cabot’s chest and sank into him. Groaning, Cabot reached up to grab onto his neck as Victor began to thrust. Slowly, inch by inch, Cabot took him. Violet began to kiss his chest, her hand grasping his erection. He was being turned inside out, every nerve humming as he sank against Victor’s broad chest. It was like heaven.

“You’re tight, Cabot,” Victor growled in his ear. “Are you eager to come?”

Cabot moaned an answer in the positive.

“Suck him, Violet,” Victor said.

Cabot shuddered at his words. “God, yes.”

Victor surged forward as Violet’s full lips closed over the head of his cock. She sucked as he moved with Victor’s motions, going deep down her throat as Victor increased his thrusts. His every nerve was stretched taut and he couldn’t hold on any longer. His orgasm crashed through his body, wringing him dry as he came in hot spurts down her throat. Victor’s fingers bit into his hips as he came as well, sounds of bliss coming from him as he held onto Cabot.

“Oh, take me!” Violet cried.

Cabot tried to catch his breath as he opened his eyes. She was kneeling on the floor, her hands on her beautiful breasts.

Victor withdrew and swore softly. “Watching her suck you, Cabot. I couldn’t hold on.”

Cabot nodded, leaning back to take a kiss from Victor. “What of our girl?”

Victor’s smile widened a fraction. “Take her. Lick her. Make her come.”

She came shakily to her feet and grabbed Cabot’s shoulders. “Oh, lick me!”

He grabbed her and shifted, tumbling her back to the floor. He buried his face in her cunt, lapping at the juices that drenched her. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he said between licks.

She arched sharply. “Lick my pussy, Cabot!”

He drove his fingers deep in her pussy, teasing upward as she bucked. Her clit was hidden by her swollen lips so he spread her with his thumbs as he had earlier. Driving his tongue inside her cunt, he fucked her with his mouth.

She was trembling now, her head thrashing on the carpet as she tugged madly on his hair. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her taste brought his cock back to life. He had to get inside of her. As she began to come, he pulled away. Her eyes snapped open, glaring up at him. “Don’t stop!”

In one smooth motion he impaled her. She screamed as she came around him, her legs still spread wide as she scored his back with her nails. His second orgasm of the night tore through him and he climaxed inside of her.

The combined release first Victor then she gave him caused him to nearly black out. He somehow managed to hold himself up on his arms as he sucked in a breath. His heart hammered in his chest and it was several moments before he could rouse himself.

“I may simply die right here,” he rasped.

Victor laughed again, the sound rusty, and he settled on the bed. “If I wasn’t exhausted, I’d join you.”

Violet murmured sweet sounds beneath him and let her arms fall back on the floor above her head. He kissed her sweet lips and let his worries slip away.

He just felt too damned good to think about what the future would bring.

* * * *

Victor stood at the back of the manor, the chill of the frozen ground seeping through the soles of his hunting boots. He’d spent the morning with Gabriel and Matthew Hawk, the earl’s half brother, but couldn’t seem to focus on the partridge. He’d made some sort of excuse to leave the other Hawks. Gabriel seemed to take him at his word, but Matthew eyed him far too closely. Victor hadn’t spent much time with him, but knew he lived in the dower house very close to the manor. He must know more of the goings on than even the earl, if what Victor had gleaned was true.

Matthew was married to a former parlor maid, a lovely young woman Victor had met at dinner two nights past. There were whispers of another in the marriage, a William both Matthew and his wife Posy spoke of often and with much affection. He didn’t believe it could be the stoic first footman William, though. Victor wanted to ask Cabot if this could true, but gossip was never something he relished. A thought occurred to him then. Was gossip circulating through the manor about him and Cabot? Or worse, the two of them and Violet? Perhaps he should put a stop to it all. The mere thought of giving them up caused a clenching in his heart.