Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

Chapter 2

Mort chuckled and stopped in front of a door. He pressed her against the wall, letting her feel the thick, hard length of his body. Camille trembled, wondering if he would ravish her then and there. He took her hand and kissed it.

“Damn the morals of polite society.” His voice was a snarl.

“My brothers and I want you, and we mean to have you.”

“Do you have no thought for my feelings?” Camille’s breath came fast as Mort rubbed and caressed her hand in his.

“I do...we do. But we couldn’t decide which of us should have you, so we decided to share.” He gave her a lopsided grin, and she moaned in fear.

“I’m not a pawn for you to do with as you wish!” He continued to stroke her hand, and her body tingled in a way it never had.

“I never said you were. Marriage to one man will be the outside of the arrangement for the prying eyes of society, but we shall be a group, bonded forever.” Camille stared at him in astonishment.
He really believes the madness he is spouting. How can three men share one woman? Why would she wish to be shared?

“I might be forced into your twisted arrangement to save face and my reputation, but I will never relent to it.”

“We shall see, beauty.” He touched her face, tracing a warm path to her lips as he parted them with his fingers. Camille bit down.

“Ow! Blast it, woman. What are you doing?” He took his fingers out of her mouth and pulled her to him, his arms holding her hard and fast against him.

“I didn’t invite your hand into my mouth.”

“Aye, you’re right there, but you shall someday. You shall.” He let her go, and she stumbled back against the hard, cold wall.

“We’ll come to you in a half hour. Get the beaded blue chemise on for us.” Camille braced herself against the wall, her mind not functioning correctly. She started down the dark hall, desperate to get out of the castle and run to safety. Her journey soon proved futile as shadows closed in on her. She ran back down the hall toward her room and went in, locking the door. Camille’s breath came in gasps, and she found her valise on the floor by the huge canopy bed. The room’s furnishings were dark and decadent, and Camille noticed everything had claw feet. Her eyes fell on the silky, periwinkle-blue chemise laid out straight on the bed. A knock sounded at the door, making her jump three feet.

“Miss, may I come in and help you with your clothes?” A meek, older woman hobbled in, not meeting Camille’s eyes. She flushed dark with the shame of it as the woman helped her out of her cumbersome dress and into the chemise.

“Do you need anything else?” The woman slid her eyes away.

“No, thank you. You’re very kind.” Camille’s voice shook, and she wiped at her eyes, not wanting to show emotion in front of a stranger.

“Ah, miss. The brothers are kind lads.” She patted Camille’s hand and left the room. Camille broke down in tears and collapsed on the bed at the woman’s kindness and words. But how could the Tremonts be kind when they had tricked her into coming here and were planning to take her virtue?

“They’re not. She’s just brainwashed,” Camille muttered and burrowed under the thick covers. She wanted to get some rest, if possible. Putting up a fight was going to take all her energy, and these days she had none to spare.
Just wait until they find out my secret.
The thought pained her, and she saw Matthew’s green eyes in her mind before she drifted off to sleep.
If only you were here with me now, love...

* * * *

“Would you look at her?” Titus whispered, he and his brothers in Camille’s bedroom after finding the key to unlock the door.

“Sleeping beauty,” Knoll said in a reverent voice.

“Just a bit of fun, I say.” Mort grunted, licking his lips and walking toward the bed.

“Wait.” Titus held up his hands.

“As we agreed, we will not consummate this tonight. Instead, we will pleasure Camille.” His brothers nodded.

“And you’ll lead since you’re the one to be married to her?” Mort’s voice was rough with desire.

“That’s right. Follow my lead.” Titus walked over to the bed, stroking Camille’s hair as it gleamed white in the candlelight.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” he murmured, kneeling down close to her ear. She mumbled in her sleep, turning toward him and stretching.

He stroked her hair.

“I’ve come to convince you that marrying me won’t be so bad.” Camille sat up in bed.

“I can’t do anything about what you’ve done to me tonight, deceiving me and taking my own will away, but I will never love any of you.” Her words troubled Titus.

“We’ll see about that, angel.”

* * * *

Titus at close range was even more handsome than at a short distance. His blond hair curled wildly about his head, and his body was lithe. Brown eyes with gold specks completed the breathtaking image. Any other time, Camille would have been enthralled by him, but not now. She scooted away from him, sitting up in bed. Her chemise slid down one arm, and she pulled it back up, feeling the men’s eyes on her.

“Please have a seat. You might as well since I’m sure you will be here for a while.” Camille motioned Mort and Knoll into two chairs. They pulled them up beside the bed. She pretended to be calm, but she was anything but.

“May I pull the sheets back and look at you?” Titus asked, his brown eyes shining in the candle light. The room was dim, but for the three candles burning and a small slip of moonlight through the gossamer curtains.

“Do I have a choice?” Camille’s voice dripped with acid.

“Yes. You could pull the sheets down yourself.” Titus raised an eyebrow, and she flushed.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Then I will.” She saw excitement in his eyes.

“I am...we are going to make you feel things you never have before, Camille.” A memory stabbed at her heart, and she wondered if he was right or wrong.

“I suppose you will have to, then.” A frisson of excitement coursed through her. She realized she probably had little to fear. The three of them could have raped her hours ago, and they had promised not to consummate anything tonight.
Why not enjoy yourself? You’ll be married to him anyway soon enough, unless he’s lying.
She lay still as he moved toward her and pulled the silky sheets down. Her legs goose pimpled in the cool night air of May.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“I need to know if you were lying about our future marriage.” Camille twirled a strand of hair, staring into Titus’ eyes. She heard Knoll clear his throat.

“No. Absolutely. We will be married a week from tonight in a small, private ceremony of you, me, and my brothers—as guests. I swear to you on my family name.” His brothers nodded to the left and right of him.

“I take your word, then. Do with me as you will, other than consummation.” Sweat trickled down her temple at the exertion of being strong, of putting on a brave face.
I will not be a victim. I’ve already been that once.

“As you wish, princess.” Titus looked at her in open lust.

* * * *

Titus moved his hand up her smooth ankle, massaging it. He saw her eyes close and felt her muscles relax under his hands.

“You feel so marvelous, princess.” He moved his hands up to her calves, massaging both of them. He heard a moan come from her, ever so softly.

“Relax, and let me pleasure you. I’ve been wanting to do this for months.” She nodded, her eyes closed, face flushed. Titus’s erection rose, pressing against his breeches at the sight of miles of legs and soft skin under his hand. It was better than his best fantasy, touching her. Mortimer cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. He shook his head no.
I want her to myself for a few minutes.
Finders, keepers and all that. She was his to do with as he wished. Love wasn’t part of it, but lust had him in its grip. He planned to take full advantage of her as his wife-to-be. He moved his hands to her thighs, his breath catching at the impossible softness of their insides. His hands slipped under her chemise, and he fingered her underwear, silky bottoms she must have worn just for the occasion. Titus heard her breath catch. His erection pressed against his breeches, and he stood, pulling them off along with his shoes and hose. He wore a thin pair of white underwear, and he sighed at feeling more free. His cock throbbed at the sight of Camille before him. He nudged her over on the bed, wanting to lie beside her. Titus stretched out next to her, his cock pressed against her chemise-clad hipbone.

“Take the chemise off, sweet.” Camille opened her eyes and sat up, pulling it over her head. One of his brothers gasped at the sight of her full breasts rising and falling with the motion. Titus gazed at perfect, baby pink nipples and areolas.

“Now, the under things.” His voice came out a harsh whisper, so overcome by lust was he.

Camille slid them down and threw them aside, locking her gaze on his the whole time.

“I don’t think you’re as naïve as I suspected.” Titus meant it. The look she had on her face spoke of knowing other men and how they thought. Camille smiled and lay back, her hands behind her head. Titus heard his brothers’ harsh breathing in the background.

“Let me kiss her, and then you join in.”

* * * *

Titus brought his face close to hers, and their lips met. He pressed against her, and she nipped at his mouth, wanting to bring him pain. He responded by flicking his tongue over hers and pressing it deep into her warm space. He pulled away.

“How will I control myself with you?” Mortimer and Knoll stood and shucked their clothing. Camille’s eyes widened at Mortimer’s muscular physique. He would surely crush her. His tanned cock rose against his hairy thatch, and she felt warmth between her thighs at the sight of it. She had never seen a man his size, not that she had much experience. The thought brought her pain, and she pushed it away. Camille gazed at Knoll, his black hair glimmering in the dim light. His skin stood out against the night, pale. He was tall and muscular, but not nearly as big as Mortimer. His prick rose gracefully against dark pubic hair, but Camille couldn’t see much of it in shadow. Titus nudged her to the middle of the bed, the largest bed she had ever seen. Mortimer climbed in on her right side, Knoll on her left. Titus had moved down to her feet.

“You have a pretty pussy,” Mortimer whispered, touching her left breast with rough hands. He tweaked her nipple, and she saw his muscles ripple as he moved close to her, his cock touching her hip where he lay. He put his mouth on her nipple, sucking and teasing. At the same moment, Knoll lowered his lips to her right breast, swirling over her nipple with a questing, hot tongue. Camille whimpered in spite of herself. She already knew Titus was right. She had never felt such pleasure. Camille felt Titus’s hand over her pussy, and she groaned as he slid a finger in slowly.

“You like that, sweet?”

“Yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the feeling of it. Mortimer continued to tease her nipple as he rubbed his cock against her hip. The motion drove her wild, and she wanted to be filled. Knoll kissed her gently, running his fingers through her hair as Titus slid another finger inside her and rubbed her clit with a third. Electricity built inside her.

“Please, please,” she murmured, writhing under their hands, feeling Knoll’s cock against her cheek now.

“Take my brother’s cock into your mouth. Have you ever sucked one?” Mortimer’s voice was like gravel as he stroked his own and looked at her. She didn’t answer.

“You’ll learn tonight, princess.” Titus spoke softly, still teasing her nub as her body burned with need. Camille turned her mouth toward Knoll’s cock, wanting him to fill her. She had never wanted to be taken so much as she did at that moment. He put the tip against her mouth, and she whimpered.

“She wants it, Knoll. If you don’t give it to her, I’ll give her mine.” Mortimer rubbed his cock against her side again, and she felt pre-cum slide across her skin, hot and sticky. Knoll pushed a couple inches of his cock, long and thin, into her mouth, and she took it as her clit began to throb. She felt Titus pull his fingers out of her, and she groaned in frustration. Her pussy ached with the need for release. Mortimer’s cock slapped against her side, and she knew he was going to come on her belly. The thought made her wetter as Knoll pressed his long cock into her mouth and she gagged a little on it. He pistoned in and out, and she felt a tongue flick across her clit.