His Grace, The Duke: Second Sons Book Two

Rosalie was bounced and jostled on James’ shoulder as he took the stairs two at a time. She gripped to his coat, squirming as she feared he might tip her right off his shoulder and send her tumbling down the stairs. “James, put me down!”

“Never again,” he growled, giving her bottom a slap that had her squealing.

Tom and Burke came around the corner, climbing the stairs after them, wide grins on their faces.

James turned right at the top of the stairs, sweeping down the hall and stopping at a pair of double doors. Rosalie glanced around, looking for George’s portrait of the ugly knight with the uglier horse. But the painting on the opposite wall was one of forest nymphs.

“This isn’t the duke’s room,” she cried as he shoved open the door and carried her inside.

“No, those rooms are off limits until Burke can have them exorcised,” James replied, slinging her off his shoulder and setting her back on her feet.

She took in her new surroundings. It was a beautiful room with arching ceilings and lovely floral-patterned walls. A large bed sat along the longest wall, with a fireplace on the wall opposite. A happy fire blazed in the grate. A wall of curtained windows took up the narrow end of the room. “What room is this?”

“The duchess’ room,” he replied, shedding off his coat, his waistcoat, his cravat.

“But…your mother—”

“Has not lived in here since long before my father was even dead,” he replied, stepping forward to claim her with a kiss. She melted into him, needing the support of his arm around her waist to keep her on her feet. “This is your room now,” he said, breaking their kiss. “My duchess, my wife, my redeeming angel.”

She was already on edge from all the wonderful things they’d said downstairs. James’ every touch was fanning the flames. It was all she could do to unbutton her pelisse before James was tearing it from her shoulders and casting it aside.

He spun her around with strong hands, working the back of her dress. As soon as he got it open, that joined her pelisse on the floor. She turned in his arms, desperate for his kiss. Leaning up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. Together, their hands fumbled on the laces of her stays, shedding her of the garment. She tugged down her chemise as he pulled off his shirt, leaving him in his breeches and her naked. He dropped his mouth to her breast, teasing her nipple until she was arching into him, her hands holding tight to his hair.

The door opened and Burke and Tom entered.

As James let his hands drift down her sides, inching closer to her aching core, she reached out a hand. “Come,” she panted. “Come here.”

Burke and Tom stepped forward, taking their time as they shed themselves of their coats and waistcoats. She didn’t miss the way Burke winced. Tom joined them first, his calloused hand smoothing up her bare back as he did the same thing to James, dropping his mouth to claim her other breast, teasing and flicking her nipple, humming against her warm flesh when he got a response he liked. Then James’ fingers were pressing against her sex, opening her lips to slide through her wetness.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, tightening her grip on them both. Tom’s hand curled around to cup her bottom as James pressed in, claiming her with two fingers. Tom swallowed her cry with a kiss, owning her mouth as James pumped with his fingers, his thumb finding her aching bud.

With the two of them pleasuring her together, she let her first release crash through her. She clenched James’ fingers as she arched her back. Her knees quivered, losing the will to stay standing. They both wrapped an arm around her, holding her still as James finished her.

Panting, eyes wild with need, James pulled his fingers out of her and held them up to Tom. “Taste,” he growled. “Taste my wife.”

She sighed, her body already trembling again at the words. Then Tom was sucking James’ fingers into his mouth, and she was sure one touch would send her over the edge again. “Please. Oh, please…”

“Please what, angel?” James replied, dragging his fingers from Tom’s mouth to circle them around her pert nipple. “Tell us what you want.”

“I want more. Everything. All three of you. Now.”

James wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight against his front, his hard cock pressing against her bottom. He turned her to face Burke and Tom, who were both stripping down.

“Look at your men,” James said in her ear. “Look at how they want you. I mean to let them devour you. But first, you’re going to marry me. Right here, right now.”

She leaned against him, laying her head on his shoulder.

“You’re going to marry me because I only feel alive in your arms,” he declared, grazing his lips up the curve of her neck. “Because your voice is my favorite sound. Because I breathe easier when you’re in the room. You’ll marry me because I love you. I’ve loved you almost from the first, I was just too stubborn to say it.”

“James…” She wrapped her hands around his arm at her waist.

“Say yes. Make me the happiest man alive and be my wife.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, I’ll marry you. James, I marry you. We’re married. I’m yours.”

He turned her face, smashing his lips against hers, his right hand sliding back down between her legs. He broke their kiss, taking a deep breath. “Burke, come here.”

Burke stepped forward, now completely naked, his gorgeous body gleaming in the firelight. She let her eyes trail up from his hard cock, up the dusting of black hair over his abdomen, to his handsomely defined chest. Her stomach fluttered as she took in the angry red welt on his shoulder, proof of his still-healing gunshot wound.

“Come here,” James said again, holding out his hand.

Burke took it with his good one, letting himself be reeled in. James claimed his first kiss and Rosalie watched, pressed between them. They teased and tasted, their deep groans fanning the flames of her passion even higher. She pressed her lips to Burke’s chest, savoring the warmth of his skin.

James broke the kiss, his eye falling to Burke’s shoulder wound. With the gentlest of touches, James kissed around the spot. Even when he winced, Burke didn’t pull away. James cupped his cheek, taking his weaker hand and sliding his fingers through Rosalie’s wetness. Their fingers teased her together until she was wiggling between them, panting for breath. She watched as James took Burke’s wet fingers and sucked them into his mouth. He lifted his own hand and did the same for Burke. Both men tasted her wetness at the same time. It was enough to have her burst into flames.

James pulled his fingers away, leaving Burke panting, his eyes stormy with need. “I know it can never be official,” James said, his eyes still on Burke. “But here in this room, I marry you.”

Burke sucked in a breath, tears in his eyes. “James…”

“What about you, angel?” James whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Do you want to marry my Burke?”

“Yes,” she said, cupping Burke’s face and pressing her lips to his. “I love you. My Burke, My Horatio, I love you, I love you.” The words jumbled together as she kissed him, drowning in her need for him.

“I love you,” he echoed, returning each kiss with equal passion. “I love you both so goddamn much. I’ll never leave. Never stray. Yours forever. God, I’m yours.” He was kissing them both, his arms around them.

“Tom, come,” James said, holding them both.

Tom stepped forward, eyes hooded with desire. He tried to reach for all of them at once, his hand cupping Rosalie’s face, then James’, his other hand sliding up Burke’s back.

“Tom, it’s your choice,” said James. “Do you want to marry us?” He brushed a hand over Rosalie’s curls again, and she tipped her face into his touch with a smile.

Tom pressed his forehead against hers, his hand on James’ shoulder. “More than anything.”

“And what about my Burke?” James teased. “Will you love him as he should be loved?”

Tom turned, his eye falling to Burke’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around Burke’s naked waist.

Burke soothed him, kissing his temple, but then he pulled away. “And that’s the last time any of you get to mention or look at my shoulder again while we’re naked. The next person to apologize for a mad woman shooting me gets fucked in the arse. Agreed?”

Tom mumbled something unintelligible, his lips pressed against Burke’s chest. Rosalie turned in James’ arms, kissing his neck. He dug his fingers into her hair, jerking her back only to claim her mouth in a heady kiss. Next to them, Burke and Tom kissed too, their hands stoking each other’s need as they teased with their tongues, healing all remaining emotional wounds with tender touches.

At Tom’s groan, Rosalie glanced down to see Burke’s hand fisting both their hard cocks, working them together. She whimpered, her own desire shooting sky high. She didn’t know what it was about seeing her men take pleasure with each other that made her feel so ravenous.

James noticed too and growled, pulling on Tom’s shoulder to separate them. “This is Rosalie’s wedding night, and she will have us all.” He turned to her. “Tell us what you want, duchess.”

She couldn’t believe any of this was real. She was standing in a duchess’ bedroom, a duke all but naked before her, calling her his wife. Her lovers—their lovers—flanked him to either side. No going back. Over the cliff, and over again. Spreading her wings wide, she jumped. “I want all of you at once. I want to feel so full. I want to take all your come inside me. I want it dripping down my thighs. My husbands, my loves, I want to be claimed.”

Burke and Tom let out hungry sounds as James nodded. “Get on the bed.”

Turning away from them, she went over to the bed, climbing atop it. She slid to the middle and laid back against the soft pillows. Her heart felt fit to burst. She was sitting naked in this beautiful room, and it was hers. This was the view she would fall asleep to every night: her men naked before her, a happy fire in her hearth, curtains on her window, pillows on her bed. She’d never felt such a sense of peace.

She swallowed her nerves of excitement as they came towards her, all three having shed the last of their clothes away. It was almost too much beauty to take in.

Tom stepped forward first, climbing on the bed beside her, stretching his long body out as he curled around her, claiming her lips with playful kisses. “We had to coordinate ourselves,” he murmured against her lips, his hands sliding down to curl around her bottom. “Will you let me take you here?” he asked, letting his fingers graze over her soft skin.

She shivered thinking of that thick length inside her. All her men were well endowed, but Tom was the thickest. She nodded, eager to feel such an exquisite stretch. “Yes. Please, Tom—”

“Good girl,” he replied, smiling against her lips. “Then James is going to take your sweet cunt. We all agreed, as rank is rank, that he should get to have you first.”

“It is his house,” Burke teased. “And he’s being so good as to let us share his wife.”

Rosalie cast him an annoyed look. “In our marriage bed, there are no husbands or wives. There is only love and pleasure.”

“Then we shall never leave it ever,” Burke replied, leaning over the bed to kiss her, then Tom, then her again.

James returned to the bedside, a vial in hand. “Face Tom, angel.”

She rolled eagerly to face Tom, letting him kiss her senseless while James slid onto the bed and poured oil in his hand. Tom swung one of her legs over his hip, opening her wider for James’ fingers. She gasped as the first one pressed in.

James groaned. “She’s so tight.”

“Tighter than her cunt,” Burke replied. “She’s perfection. Where would we be if she’d never stumbled into our lives?”

“Don’t even think it,” said James, pressing in with two fingers, working her open.

“Tom,” she panted. “I need—please—”

Tom chuckled, dropping his hand between her legs to tease her bud while James stretched her.

“She’s ready,” James muttered after another minute, slipping his fingers out of her.

She whined, feeling his loss, but the eager look in Tom’s eye had her quivering with excitement.

“Letter,” said Burke, slapping one into Tom’s hand.

Rosalie’s eye went wide. “Wait, no—”

“Trust us,” Tom replied, nipping her lips as he slid the letter over his cock. “We have a plan.” He scooted back on the bed until he could sink back against the pillows. “Come here, Rose. Get on my cock.”

She glanced from him to James. “I…”

“You’re going to ride me facing them,” Tom instructed, grabbing her by the hips and helping her turn around.

Heart in her throat, she let Tom position her, feeling the press of his thick cock at her entrance. “This feels strange,” she admitted.

Tom worked himself inside her. “Easy, sweet girl. Slide down. That’s it.”

She shook as she braced on his hands. He helped her take him to the hilt. The angle was so deep, she felt like she was being split in two. When Tom lifted his hips, she wanted to die.

“Good?” Burke murmured.

“I feel him everywhere,” she panted. “So deep.”

Tom thrusted again, and she was shaking, a new release coiling tight. She braced against him, her legs open wide, exposing her to the room. James crawled up the bed between her legs, but instead of meeting her mouth with a kiss, he dropped his head and kissed her wet sex, dragging his tongue over her until she was crying out. He teased her bud with sharp flicks until she was ready to come apart.

Only when she was shaking with need did he straddle Tom’s legs, push her thighs apart, and slide his cock deep inside her in a single thrust.

Tom and Rosalie let out a strangled cry. She quivered with a feeling of such fullness, but it wasn’t enough. “Burke,” she whined, reaching out a hand. “I need you.”

Burke climbed on the bed beside them, ducking his head between her and James to suck on her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue, teasing with his teeth. She dropped her hand to his cock. At the first contact, she sighed with happiness. She was touching them all at once, pleasuring them all. Her men, her lovers. Hers.

“Lay back against Tom,” James directed. “Tom, hold her.”

She let herself lean backwards, knowing Tom would catch her. He cradled her against her chest. The change in angle had them both groaning. Her eyes went wide as she realized what James was doing. At this angle she could—

“Burke, fuck her mouth,” said James. At the same time, he inched out and slammed in, making both her and Tom gasp.

Burke moved to the top of the bed, holding onto the frame with his good arm as he tapped Rosalie’s lips with his cock. She opened, letting him slide inside. She teased with her tongue, sucking a salty bead of come from the tip.

“So beautiful.” James flicked her bud with his thumb as he pounded into her. Tom could only hold on, keeping them both still as James had his way. Meanwhile, she choked on Burke’s cock, trying to take him deeper, suck him harder. Then James was falling forward, his mouth finding the base of Burke’s cock as Rosalie sucked the tip.

“Oh god—bloody hell—I can’t,” Burke panted, jerking his cock from their mouths, and sinking back.

Rosalie protested, wanting his fullness, but then James was plunging his tongue into her mouth instead, claiming all her air as he rutted into her. “I’m going to—ah—” James cried out his release, his cock twitching inside her as he muttered her name. “I love you. My wife. My duchess.” He kissed down her chest as he pulled out of her.

Then Tom’s arms were around her, lifting her off him too. James’ release dripped out of her as Tom put her on all fours, slipping out from under her. Burke took his place behind her. He dragged his fingers through the combination of James’ and her release, licking his fingers before he plunged into her, sheathing himself to the hilt.

Rosalie’s arms shook as Burke began to move inside her, his hands gripping to her hips. James sat back, one leg off the bed as he watched. Then Tom was there, the letter gone, his cock still hard and proud, the tip glistening. “Do you want this cock, Rose? Do you want two at once?”

“Yes,” she panted, arching her neck as she reached for him, lips parted.

“She’s insatiable,” James murmured, smoothing a hand up Tom’s side.

“She’s our siren,” Burke grunted, pounding into her. His hand curled around her hip, slipping between her legs to rub sweet circles on her bud.

The moment Tom sank his cock between her lips, a release tore through her, making her moan around his length. She clenched tight to Burke’s cock and he was crying out, his release spilling into her as he curled himself around her, kissing her shoulder, her nape, whispering sweet words about her soft perfection.

Tom pulled out of her mouth as Burke pulled out too. Then she was being eased onto the bed, gently laid on her back. She breathed deep, her legs falling open as she reached for Tom. “Please, my love. Need you.”

Tom folded himself over her, lifting one leg up, his hand curling under her hip, as he slid home. She felt the wetness seeping out of her, but it wasn’t enough. She wasn’t complete. Tom’s cock stroked her inside, the angle of her leg letting him hit everything just right. She was going to come again, she could feel it. He would make sure of it.

He kissed her, matching the strokes of his tongue to those of his cock. He only broke the kiss when hands on his shoulders pulled him off her. James and Burke each took one of her hands, stretching it over her head, pinning them down. Her breasts bounced with each hard thrust as Tom owned her. She curled her other leg around his hip, trying to keep him closer.

On either side of her, James and Burke lowered their mouths to her breasts. As soon as they each took a nipple between their teeth, she shattered. She clenched Tom so tight he cried out, his hips jerking still as he poured his release into her, filling her.

She came down from her high, floating like a leaf on a gentle breeze. Peaceful. Carefree. Happy.

Tom slid out of her, flopping on the bed at her feet. Burke and James curled up to her on either side, their arms around her waist. Rosalie thrilled knowing they were all touching.

“What do we do now?” she murmured.

“Now, we sleep,” James replied, kissing her shoulder. “And in the morning, we’ll have breakfast and walk to the church in Finchley. I’ll marry you with Burke and Tom to witness. Then we’ll all come back here and do this again.”

“Every day,” Burke replied.

“Forever,” Tom added.

Rosalie smiled. She couldn’t help it. Forever sounded good.