Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (8 page)

“And now I’m going to come inside this space that is mine and claim you again.” He plunged into her with a shout, hot liquid spilling inside her as she felt his cock pulse.

“Mmmm,” she groaned as he pushed even deeper into her, unwilling to pull out of her.

“Who controls this sweet hole, my slut?”

“You do.” He yanked at her hair as she caught her breath.

“Say my name.”

“Mortimer. You do.” She panted, his cock so deep inside her almost too much to take. He was still hard, even after coming.

“I’m not sure I’m done. I’m enjoying your tight back hole, whore.”

“Mortimer...” she whispered, sweat slipping down her body.

“I’m going to take you again, and this time, I’m going to take care of your swollen little cunt, too. I know it’s dripping for me.”

“Yes,” Camille whispered as he dropped kisses down her back, still inside her.

“I’m going to stay inside you until I’m ready again. I want you to know whose you are.”

“I do.”

He laughed, and the sound made her shiver.

“You’ll really know after I lay claim to your hole again, and you can’t walk right for days. Every time you move, you’ll think of my cock inside you.” The thought of the possession he wanted over her body and soul made her tremble. Mortimer plunged fingers into her wet cunt making her grunt with desire.

“Yes, my little whore. Grunt like an animal for it.” She felt him growing hard inside her again, and he slid out of her. When he poised his dick over her crack again, she whimpered.

“I’m not going to use butter this time.”

“Mmm.” The thought both aroused and terrified her. He spread her globes wide and plunged into her, pushing past the resistance of her tight hole. Camille whimpered and moaned at the pain of it.

“Yes. You feel it, don’t you?” She nodded. He rammed into her again and again until she screamed, his fingers playing over her button.

“I’m going to come, cock whore, and I want you to come, too. Right now.” Camille thought about his cock and fingers on her clit, and orgasm pulsed through her as she felt Mortimer go rigid and spurt inside her canal. He pulled out of her, smacking her ass.

“Do you want me to untie you, slut? Or do you want to stay here for my pleasure?”

“Please untie me.”

He chuckled and kissed her neck as he did so.

“How luscious your body is. The baby is going to make you even more irresistible.” When she was untied, he stroked her cheek.

“I suggest you sleep now. I’m going back to my rooms. This can be our little secret.” His words sent shivers of desire and worry through her.

“Yes.”

Chapter 10

Camille slept the day away, her sessions with Mortimer exhausting. The way he had claimed her felt like total domination, something she had never experienced, even when the three brothers were together. She knew that it was time to tell the others about her secret. Camille appreciated that Mortimer’s deal with her had given her more time if she wanted it, but she awoke, wanting to be honest with the men she was falling in love with. Knoll and Titus came to her after lunch, both of them shucking their breeches, cocks hard and ready.

“Did you miss us?” Titus asked, a smile playing about his full lips.

“Desperately.” Camille smiled at them as she stood by the door. Titus whirled her around, pushing her against the wall and hiking her chemise up around her hips.

“How about I make love to you while Knoll watches?”

“Yes.” Camille breathed the word into his ear as he hoisted her against the wall up to his hips. His cock rested hard against her mons. He kissed her gently at first, then more deeply, tongue exploring her mouth as if for the first time. Camille moaned around his kisses.

“Ah, my lovely, you’re quite wet and ready, aren’t you?” He smiled at her, pushing her against the wall harder as he adjusted his cock in front of her cunt.

“I’ve missed you,” she purred, trying not to think about the talk she was going to have with both of them after the fun was over. Knoll stroked his cock as his brother entered Camille. She smiled over Titus’s shoulder at Knoll and the lust in his eyes.

“I love watching you, Camille.” He slowly pulled on his prick, and she shuddered as Titus slid all the way into her, pressing her against him.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, princess,” he whispered against her chest as his cock slid out of her and his hands squeezed her ass against the cold wall.

“When you go away, I get to think about when you come back. That’s the good of it.” Camille laughed softly as he stroked her cunt with his cock and moved fingers to her clit to massage it. She threw her head back, whimpering.

“Camille, you’re so pretty. I’m going to come any minute.” Knoll said, and she opened her eyes, seeing a drop of pre-cum on his rigid shaft.

“Come for me, my sweet Knoll, my love.” His eyes lit up at her words, and she meant them.

He slid his hand along his shaft with increasing speed, staring into her eyes as Titus pushed her against the wall, impaling her with his cock.

“Oh, Camille.” He sighed.

“Just a moment, love.” Camille kissed Titus, motioning for him to put her down. He did with a grimace of unhappiness.

“I need to take care of Knoll.” She knelt before Knoll, licking his cock off slowly as he moaned. After she was sure she had every drop of cum and that she had not missed fondling his balls, she stood and kissed him, pushing her chest against him.

“Sexy Camille, so sweet.” He ruffled her hair, and she admired his pale skin in the daylight.

“You’re a god, Knoll.” She touched his cock one last time, feeling Titus impatient behind her, his stiff prick pressing against her bottom.

“Bend over.” His voice was harsh in her ear. She complied, grabbing her ankles.

“You’re a flexible one, sweetness.”

“Yes, and don’t you like it?” She laughed.

“I do.” He lifted her chemise and burrowed into her hole with his hard dick. Knoll braced her in front, his hands on her back so she didn’t fall forward as Titus slammed into her hot hole. The depth of the penetration turned Camille on, and Knoll reached under her to stroke her swollen, painful clit.

“Oh.” She moaned, wanting release.

“I’m going to come inside you, Camille. You feel so good, so tight and sweet.” Titus hissed the last word into her ear, and she felt him tense and spill into her. Hot cum dripped down her thighs as her own peak hit her, making her thighs tremble around Knoll’s fingers. She panted, Knoll taking her into his arms and kissing her hair.

“Can we lie down together?”

“Of course, princess, but could you take off your chemise, so we can adore you?” Titus asked, and her heart sped up.
Will they notice this time?
She pulled her chemise off, her back to them, heart thudding. She slid under cool covers, beckoning them with a smile. They slid in beside her on opposite sides. Knoll fingered her nipple, making it spring to erectness under his expert fingers. Titus kissed her, taking her breath away.

“I’ll be up for round two in a minute, brother,” Knoll said, twisting her nipple and sending darts of desire through her.

“Me too.” Camille tried to smile, but she couldn’t.

“I need to tell you both something.” Titus sat up on his elbow.

“You look upset, sweetheart. What is it?” Knoll ran his hands over her thighs, and she shuddered, distracted.

“It’s important.” She sat up, avoiding their eyes. Knoll took her right hand in his, and tears sprang to her eyes.

“You have all been so kind and loving to me...”

“Of course, princess. You’re our queen.” Titus smoothed her hair out of her face.

“I know, and that’s why it pains me to tell you this.”

“Nothing you could say would change my feelings for you.” Knoll’s whisper touched Camille.

“I hope not.” She grew silent for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she said,

“I’m with child.” Titus dropped his hand from her hair.

“What? Our child?” His excitement made her heart dive in pain.

“Look.” Camille pulled the sheet away from her body, pointing to her full stomach.

“Oh my Lord,” Knoll whispered, understanding dawning in his eyes.

“Are you a whore?” Titus asked, his voice shaking.

“No! No. I swear.”

“Hear her out, Titus. She’s your wife. It’s the least you owe her.” Knoll touched her cheek, and a grateful tear spilled from her eye.

“I fell in love with a man named Matthew. We slept together only once, and I fell pregnant. Before we could be married or I even knew I was pregnant, he died in a fire.” Knoll squeezed her hand.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I am, too.” Titus still frowned.

“I understand if this changes my position as your wife. It’s a scandal.” Titus didn’t speak.

“It doesn’t change my feelings for you.” Knoll spoke softly.

“I would welcome the child as a Tremont.” Camille glanced at Titus and saw his jaw working.

“How about you, brother? Do you still love your sweet wife now?”

“Of course, but I need some time to think.” Titus slid out of bed and left the room. Knoll held Camille as she broke down in tears.

“He’ll come around. It’s toughest for him being the oldest, and if you have a son, he will feel bound to say the child is his and make him an heir, though everyone will know otherwise.”

“I understand. I’m fortunate he didn’t slap me and throw me out of the house.”

“Never.” Knoll’s voice shook.

“I care for you too much to have that happen.” His black hair fell over his eyes as the late afternoon sun slanted into the room. He looked otherworldly, a sensuous angel.

“Knoll, please touch me.” Tears slid from her eyes, and Camille pressed against him, wanting to be loved.

“I want nothing more than to have you to myself.”

He kissed her, his lips tender and seeking. She moaned, her nipples stiff against his warm chest.

“Camille, you are so lovely.” He pushed her down on the bed on her back, kissing her neck as she whimpered with pleasure. Her clit throbbed with need. His tenderness had inspired passion inside her, though sadness at Titus’s response lingered. He ran his tongue down her body, kissing her breasts and massaging her nipples between his fingers as she groaned, her cunt soaking into the sheets.

“I love to hear you when we make love, Camille.” Knoll kissed her stomach, caressing it and cherishing it as tears rolled down her face. Joy and pain filled her at such love and acceptance. Mortimer had offered his own version of it as well after learning her secret. Only Titus withheld his full acceptance of her. Knoll moved down to her cunt, his hands parting her thighs as she gasped. His tongue flicked over her swollen button, teasing her.

“Knoll...”

“I love you, Camille. I’m so in love with you.”

“I love you, too.” And she realized she did. She felt so accepted and cherished by him, and she wanted to do the same for him. He pressed his tongue against her clit, sliding fingers into her cunt as she spasmed around him, unable to hold back.

“Oh, Camille. I need to be inside you now, love.”

“I want you, Knoll.” He mounted her, and she wrapped her legs around him as he drove into her, pounding her cunt with his rigid cock.

“Knoll...”

“Camille, you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to see your full breasts, brimming with milk.”

She giggled.

“I’ll let you suck them if you’d like.”

“I plan to.” He buried his stalk deep inside her, making her moan with the pleasure of being full of him. They spoke no others words, and soon he throbbed inside her as his orgasm took him. Camille lay in his arms when it was over.

“Do you think the wee babe is okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, well...” He blushed.