Alcott Hall: Second Sons Book Three

Madeline stood on the threshold of Warren’s cabin, weak sunlight pooling in behind her. Her cape was a flurry of snowflakes, for the winter storm was starting in earnest. She took in the glorious sight of the men together on the bed. They were both naked, their beautiful bodies glistening in the light of the fire. Several candles burned on the table, chasing away more of the darkness.

They stilled at the sight of her, their eyes going wide at being discovered in the throes of passion. Perhaps she should have waited until one of them opened the door, but she was too anxious to see Charles, to know if he was alright. Recovering her senses, she hurried inside and shut the door, latching it behind her.

“Madeline…” came Warren’s warning tone.

She just shed her outer layers, hanging her cape and pelisse on a hook. When she turned around, Charles was still on his hands and knees. Warren wrapped an arm around Charles’s chest, pulling him upright until they were both on their knees. The sudden change in position had Charles gasping, eyes shutting tight.

Warren was more in control of himself. “Madeline, what—”

“I heard,” was all she said, moving over to the bed, eyes only for Charles. “I heard what happened. I came to see you, Charles—I had to see you.”

At her words, tears filled his eyes. Then he was reaching for her. “Madeline…”

She went to him, wrapping her arms around him, even as he remained held by Warren too. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, breathing her in. His shoulders wracked with a sob as he all but collapsed against her.

“Do you want her too?” Warren murmured, peppering his shoulder with kisses.

Charles clung to her, his hard cock pressed between them. “I don’t deserve either of you. I’m terrified that I’ll lose you. I’ll push you away. I’ll ruin this.”

“We are here, Charles,” Madeline urged, leaning back to cup his face. “We are right here beside you. If you but hold out your hand, we will take it. Please, Charles—”

He silenced her with a kiss, his mouth desperate and seeking. Behind him, Warren moved his hips, burying himself deeper inside. Charles groaned against her lips.

“Help me,” said Warren, his hand draping around Charles’s shoulder to brush Madeline’s cheek. “Help me tend to him. He needs us.”

She nodded, getting to her feet. Heart in her throat, she worked the front clasps of her dress, letting it drop to her feet. She stepped out of it, her core tightened in anticipation. She undid the fastenings of her half-stays as well, shrugging out of them until she was in only her loose chemise. “What do I do? Tell me how to…”

“Lie down here beneath him,” Warren directed, his hand working Charles’s cock as he kissed his neck, his ear.

Charles tipped his head back as Warren lavished him with attention.

Madeline crawled awkwardly onto the end of the bed, facing them. She shimmied down onto her back, the chemise slipping up around her hips. She parted her legs to either side of them, fighting her momentary hesitation as both men looked down at her, gazing between her parted legs.

“Touch yourself while I touch him,” Warren ordered. “Make yourself ready for him.”

Madeline gave a little nod, reaching her hand tentatively between her parted legs. “Like this?”

Charles watched her every move. “How do you feel?”

She sighed, settling back against the pillows. “I feel…anxious,” she admitted, stroking two fingers over her sex. “Things have been madness at the house, what with Renley’s return. And with your sad news, I—”

“No,” Warren said over her. “Leave all that at the door. You are here with us now, lovely. And Charles is about to claim your sweet cunt while I fuck his arse. Tell us how you feel.”

She gasped, her chest rising with each breath. “I feel…warm,” she admitted. “And safe…and like I never want to be anywhere else but with you. Both of you.”

Charles groaned, dropping forward over her. His hands braced to either side as he kissed her breasts over her chemise, biting at her nipples until she was gasping, arching into him.

“Yes,” she breathed, one hand going to his hair.

Charles used one hand to jerk her chemise down over one shoulder, exposing one of her little breasts. He closed his mouth around it, flicking her tip with his clever tongue. He paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Shit—I don’t have the letter. Warren, I—”

“Pull out,” Warren replied. “Don’t come inside her. Can you do it?”

“Fuck, we need to start using her arse,” Charles murmured. “All I want is to come inside you,” he added at her, making her stomach flip. The way these men talked to her had her in pieces. Charles kissed her soundly, his tongue tracing her lips as he added, “Fill you up, make you mine.”

“Do it,” she replied.

Behind Charles, Warren groaned. “Another day, lovely. This time, Charles will take that sweet cunt. Now, spread those legs, and show him how well we mean to love him.”

She smiled, her arms around Charles’s shoulders as she arched her hips, eagerly waiting as Warren pressed forward with his hips. The motion had Charles’s cock sliding through her wetness, placing soft pressure on her bud until she shivered. She pulled on his shoulders, bringing him closer. “Take me, Charles. I want to feel you in me.”

Charles notched himself at her entrance and she lifted her hips again, taking him in an inch.

“Oh, fucking hell,” he panted.

“Are you ready, lovely?” Warren teased, holding her gaze over Charles’s shoulder.

She nodded, her hands braced on Charles’s hips.

Warren surged forward, the motion of his hips sinking Charles’s cock deep inside her. Both she and Charles cried out. She didn’t have time to adjust to the piercing ache of the fullness before Warren was slamming away with his hips. His cock made slick sucking sounds as he buried himself inside Charles again and again. And each thrust had Charles burying himself in her.

She was a quivering mess, clinging to Charles, brushing his neck and shoulder with feathered kisses as he all but fell atop her, their bodies pressing together as Warren hammered him.

Her core fluttered around Charles’s cock, clenching him until he was gripping tight to her hair, arching her head back and stealing all her air with a savage kiss.

“I’m—John—” Charles said in a panic.

Then Warren was hauling Charles off her, his hand wrapping around Charles’s cock and stroking him tight until Charles let loose his release, the warm seed spilling all over Madeline’s chemise. She lay there, legs spread, watching Charles be held by Warren, both men sharing their passion together.

She wanted them. Fiercely. Desperately. She wanted them to be hers.

Warren pulled out of Charles, sinking back against the far edge of the bed as he shoved Charles forward. “Finish our girl. Drink of her. Now.”

Charles didn’t need telling twice. He stretched out on his chest between Madeline’s knees. He used his hands to spread her wider, then he was on her, burying his face in her cunt. He was vicious and exacting, his tongue both petal soft and firm as iron as he devoured her.

Her mild-mannered Charles was a beast, a hungry animal. His fingers dug into her thighs as he grabbed at her, arching her hips up as he speared her on his tongue, sucking all her essence into his mouth.

She was on the edge, climbing to the top of that great height, the teetering crystal vase. She wanted to fall. In their arms, it felt safe to fall. Shutting out all the noise in her mind, she focused only on the feel of Charles between her legs. He touched and teased, showering her with his affection.

One hand on his head, she dug her fingers into his curls, pulling him tight against her cunt. With his groan of pleasure ringing in her ears, she came blissfully apart.