Stefan's Scandal [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Josie Dennis

  “I suppose we are of like minds this evening,” she said, stepping closer.

  He laughed again. “Oh, I don’t believe that for a moment.”

  She settled on the small stool near his chair, taking a moment to arrange her clothes for modesty’s sake. He wouldn’t tell her it was of little use. He could see the shadow caused by her peaked nipples and the dip between her slender thighs.

  “What has you troubled?” she asked.

  Her voice held that light tone he’d heard that afternoon but there was a hint of huskiness there tonight. Maybe it was the lateness of the hour or her elevated pulse. He could see it fluttering beneath the skin at the base of her throat.

  “A great many things, I’d wager,” he said.

  She gazed at him with those large, blue eyes. “You can tell me, Lord Constantine.”

  He studied her lips, wet where she’d licked them. He could smell the scent that hung about her. Something like hothouse roses.

  “It’s Stefan, please,” he said.

  She smiled, just a curve of her pretty mouth. “We are family.”

  He nearly swallowed his tongue at that. His thoughts at the moment were anything but familial. “I suppose.”

  “Then you must address me by my name as well.”

  It was his term to smile. “As you wish, Maddie.”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, no one but my brother and Millicent call me such.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “And yet, you pointed out that we are family.”

  “I…I suppose.” She gave a shaky nod. “Family.”

  He shifted in his chair, parting his tights a bit to ease the pressure on his cock. He’d been half-hard all day and now he wanted a fast, hard ride. Or to come into Madeline’s pretty pink mouth. He must have groaned because she leaned closer and covered his clasped hands with hers. At her soft touch he bit back another groan.

  “I’m sorry, Stefan. I’m disturbing your peace.”

  He stared at her for a moment. “My peace? Oh, trust me, Maddie. You’re disturbing far more than my peace.”

  Moving just a few inches brought his mouth to hers. At her intake of breath he pulled back a bit, only to feel her mouth press closer to his.

  “Stefan,” she breathed, placing her hands on his cheeks.

  He grasped her slender waist and drove his tongue into her mouth. He’d never tasted anything so sweet, and he was stunned as she sucked his tongue. He didn’t believe she was very skilled but the effect on him was immediate. His shaft was rock hard.

  “Maddie,” he rasped, dragging a tongue over the cord of her neck. “You’re so damn sweet.”

  “Apparently,” she whispered.

  He drew back. “Someone else has tasted your kisses?”

  Her eyes were luminous. “Yes. Are you shocked?”

  He shrugged. “I…It was but one, wasn’t it?”

  She kissed his lips with a soft moan, and nodded. “Hugh.”

  “Hugh?” He gazed at her. “Hugh, my valet?”

  “First footman,” she said, stiffening. “I know I shouldn’t have permitted it.”

  “Whyever not? Hugh is quite pretty.”

  “True, but I am pure.”

  “I didn’t doubt that from the first.”

  That caused a smile. “And yet you kissed me.”

  He pressed his brow to hers. “And you kissed me, Maddie.”

  “You’re delicious, Stefan.”

  “Delicious?” He flicked his tongue over her throat and settled on her lips again before pulling back. “As delicious as Hugh?”

  “Yes.”

  Her simple answer caused the flame inside him to flare. He deepened the kiss and she twined her arms around his neck. She was between his thighs now, the brush of her nightgown against his trousers urging his release.

  “Maddie, Maddie,” he moaned. “Let me taste all of you.”

  He turned and switched places with her, settling her deep within the cushioned chair. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he breathed in her hot scent. As he untied her robe he was gifted by the sight of the prettiest breasts he’d ever seen. Her nightgown was loosened and the plump flesh was exposed nearly to the nipples.

  “Oh, yes,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “Touch me, Stefan.”

  He cupped her breast, feeling her nipple harden swiftly at his touch. A pinch to her flesh caused her to arch into his hand.

  “Damn,” he rasped.

  Her innocent ardor was something he’d never encountered before. He’d taken every kind of woman since reaching manhood but never a virgin. She was pure, even if her blood ran hot tonight. He had to taste her, though. He wagered her flesh was as sweet as her kisses.

  Opening her garment fully, he took a moment to stare at her before covering one nipple with his mouth. Teething the nipple, he roused her. Her legs were spread and he ignored the pain as he pressed his cock to her cleft. Her pussy was hot and he couldn’t resist rocking into her as he sucked and licked first one breast then the other.

  “Stefan,” she sighed. “Oh, I do so love this.”

  He stilled, then lifted his head. “Hugh kissed you here, Maddie?” He continued to tease and pinch her nipples. “He kissed your breasts?”

  She gave a shaky nod. “Yes. For such a short time, but yes.”

  “Pity.” He gave one nipple another lick and smiled. “The poor man surely missed out on the feast I’m going to enjoy.”

  “Feast?” She met his gaze. “I’ll surely perish if you continue.”

  “No, but you will come.” He reached between her legs and grasped her. “That I promise.”

  “Come,” she repeated. She wriggled against his fingers and let her legs fall further apart. “I want to…come.”

  He brought his body in full contact with hers and kissed her again. “I promise you’ll remain pure, Maddie.”

  “But completely changed?” she asked, breathless.

  He laughed at her words. “Ah, I believe you can count on that.”

  He lifted her nightgown and found her pussy as pretty and pink as he’d told Hugh it would be. He marveled for a second that the footman had sampled a bit of Maddie’s passion and knew they would have made quite a fetching couple in their tryst. His cock throbbed at the image and he buried his face in her cunt.

  As he licked her he heard her cries of surprised pleasure. “Shh, love.” He kissed the silken skin of her inner thigh. “We can’t alert the staff.”

  “N–no,” she said. “But your mouth is heavenly.”

  He smiled against her flesh. “And your pussy is delectable.”

  He bent his head again and drank. Slick and hot, she was everything he’d envisioned. He began to slide a finger into her and encountered the proof of her purity. Curling his finger, he used his knuckle to lightly penetrate as he nibbled on her clit. She was soon bucking and breathing fast and when he risked a look at her she had one hand fisted in her mouth. She was the picture of passion ready to be released and he was going to give her what he knew in his soul was her very first orgasm.

  “Come, Maddie,” he whispered, increasing the speed of his manipulation. “Come for me now.”

  He focused on her clit again, sucking as he roused her to a fever pitch. She stiffened, then arched wildly in the chair as he drove her over the edge.

  He lapped up her juices and lifted his head, his breathing harsh as he braced her thighs wider still. Her pussy was so tempting he wanted to unfasten his trousers and bury himself inside.

  “Oh, Stefan,” she sighed, brushing her tangled hair off her flushed cheeks. “You made me come?”

  He winced as he straightened, but managed a smile. “You sound unsure.”

  “I have never felt anything like that before,” she said. “You are marvelous.”

  He settled back on the little bench. “I am in a bad way.”

  To his regret she pressed her legs together and covered herself with her lace.

  “What is wrong?”

  He indic
ated his groin with his chin. “My cock wants nothing more but to fuck you, Maddie. Hard.”

  “F–fuck?”

  “God, you are refreshingly innocent,” he said. “Fuck, love. To put my cock in your pussy deeper than my tongue just was. To ride you until you and I both come.”

  Her mouth dropped open and he stared at her mouth. “Do you want me to lick you?”

  He groaned. “I want you to suck me, yes. I want you to take me in your mouth as deep as you can.”

  She appeared to be contemplating his words, which only caused him more discomfort. He wouldn’t ask her to suck him. Not yet, anyway.

  “I should let you get to sleep,” he said.

  She blinked in obvious confusion as he came to his feet.

  “But your…”

  “Good night, Maddie,” he bit out.

  She stood and came up on her tiptoes to place her mouth on his. “Good night, Stefan.”

  He watched her glide out of the library and settled on the chair once more. He wouldn’t surrender. He wouldn’t besmirch his brother’s good name and warm welcome by fucking his wife’s cousin.

  No matter that the footman sampled her and he just gave her the most beautiful orgasm he’d ever seen.

  * * * *

  Hugh came to Lord Constantine’s room after seeing to Mr. Crowley. He’d slept like the dead after finding his own release last night, his orgasm fueled by the memory of Madeline’s sweet kisses and delectable breasts. Now he was ready to face the man who had captivated her, yet he was unable to find a nugget of resentment for that condition. The man was still in his bed, the covers down around his waist.

  God, he was so big and beautiful, stark against the white linens. He had sculpted muscles and a light dusting of dark hairs over his chest, leading down his flat belly to where there was a sliver of lighter flesh just above the sheet. There was a tell-tale tenting above those sheets and it was easy to guess that this Hawk was as well endowed as the rest of his relatives. A stirring of lust curled through him and he shook himself.

  “My lord?” he called softly.

  Lord Constantine stirred, then came up on his elbows. The sheet slipped lower.

  “Ah, Hugh. The man who went where no man had gone before.” He winked. “Until I went further.”

  Hugh puzzled over that. “Further?”

  The other man winced and came to a sitting position. “With the sweet Madeline, Hugh. I licked her delectable pussy and made her come. Hard against my tongue.”

  Hugh’s mouth watered at his words. “Did you take her?”

  His eagerness must have shown on his face, for the viscount gave a slow nod. “You want her, too, don’t you?”

  “I cannot hope to reach so high, my lord,” he managed to say.

  Lord Constantine waved a hand as he swung his legs around to set his feet on the floor beside the bed. “Please, no my-lording this morning. Call me Stefan.”

  “Stefan,” he said. “Amazing. Madeline said…Miss Crowley said…” He couldn’t admit that he was thinking so familiarly of the girl.

  “Easy, Hugh. I know what you did with the beauty. Ah, what a figure.”

  “She is indeed beautiful.”

  “And vexing, for I didn’t dare fuck her.”

  Hugh stepped closer. “But you’re a Hawk.”

  Stefan shrugged and threw off the sheet fully. “And yet I went to bed with my cock so hard I could hardly sleep.”

  Hugh let his eyes fall on the man’s shaft. It was as beautiful as the rest of him, thick with a broad head.

  “You can’t find release, then.”

  Stefan shook his head. “You know of the curse. I could have asked sweet Maddie to stroke me but I didn’t want to frighten the poor thing.”

  “Frighten her?”

  Stefan slowly stood. “You know how high lusts run in my family, Hugh. I haven’t had a good ride in weeks and I doubt I could have contained myself.”

  Hugh didn’t know what to make of that. It added but a facet to this compelling man, a vulnerability he’d never expected, and an honor he’d seen in the earl and his other brother.

  “But you have to be in pain. I can see it in your countenance.”

  Stefan stalked toward him. “I need to come, Hugh.”

  Hugh swallowed. “I know.”

  “Would you assist me?” Stefan’s voice was low. Rough. “Please?”

  Hugh reached out to wrap his hands around Stefan’s cock. His skin was hard and hot. Smooth like satin. When Stefan let out a groan and closed his eyes Hugh knew what he had to do. What he wanted to do.

  Moving his hand in practiced motion, he stroked and teased Stefan’s flesh, bringing him to the brink that was so close he could almost feel it himself. Stefan was beautiful as he threw his head back and neared release. Unable to stop himself, he brought his mouth to his.

  Stefan started, then took his kiss, wrapping his arms around Hugh as he shuddered between them. When his orgasm struck, Hugh moaned himself. He was easily as hard as Stefan had been.

  Taking his mouth from Hugh’s, Stefan let out a breath and opened his dark eyes. Hugh stared at him, licking his lips as he tasted what Madeline had said would be delicious. Yes. She’d been completely in the right.

  “Hugh,” Stefan said, his voice rough yet full of relief. “My God, I could have come for hours.”

  Hugh realized he still held the man’s cock in his hand and stepped back. His hands shaking now, he held out a handkerchief to Stefan.

  “That was a vast relief, believe me,” Stefan said as he cleaned up and drew on the dressing gown Hugh held out for him. “I doubt I would have gotten through the day in that state.”

  Hugh nodded, his own need pounding incessantly. “You can surely find someone to take.”

  Stefan shook his head. “I’m not going to fuck my brother’s staff.” His eyes glinted as they ran over him to settle on the front of his trousers. “At least, not one who hasn’t selflessly given me release while his own cock throbs.”

  Hugh took in a shuddering breath. “My lord…”

  A grin slanted Stefan’s full mouth. “Stefan, Hugh. I want you to think of me as Stefan as I suck you.”

  Hugh gasped as the viscount cupped him. “Stefan…”

  Stefan unfastened Hugh’s trousers with as much skill as he himself had ever demonstrated. His skin burned where Stefan grasped him and he couldn’t keep back a groan.

  “You’re hung, Hugh.”

  He teased the head and Hugh trembled. As he got lost in the other man’s eyes he began to thrust into his palm.

  That grin made an appearance again.

  “You’re as hot as I, I believe.” Long strokes up and down. “As ready for a ride, I’d wager.”

  Hugh nodded. “Yes.”

  “And you want Madeline, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” he said again.

  “And me?”

  He saw uncertainty in Stefan’s eyes and was amazed. “How could I not?”

  Stefan’s shoulders relaxed and he increased the pressure on his flesh. As Hugh’s orgasm teased just beyond his reach, Stefan kissed him. Like before, it was delicious and made him come in hard spurts against his hand. This surpassed any pleasure he could give himself. That was certain.

  “Well, that settles it,” Stefan said.

  Hugh managed to catch his breath and met his gaze. “Settles what?”

  “We’ll both have her, Hugh.” He winked. “And each other.”

  The thought of them sharing her and loving each other sent a glimmer of want through his sated body.

  “I know I should protest, Stefan. But after what just happened I cannot bring myself to.”

  Stefan clasped him on the shoulder. “Good. Now let’s discuss how best to handle this without causing any scandal for my brother or the beautiful Madeline.”

  Chapter 6

  Madeline sat at the table, trying to rein in her wild thoughts. Oh, what Stefan did to her last evening! And tonight he sat beside Millicent as calm a
nd polished as could be. And Hugh, believe it or not, served without a tremble. It was vexing to think that what she’d shared with each of them was so unremarkable that they went about their day as if nothing had happened.

  True, she hadn’t given either of them her pesky virtue. That very state had made Hugh tentative with her and Stefan hold back what she suspected would be an incredible encounter. It wasn’t fair. She wanted passion and excitement, and waiting for some distant marriage to some unknown man wasn’t the way to find either of those things. No. She wanted Hugh and she wanted Stefan.

  She narrowed her eyes as she watched Hugh’s graceful moves and Stefan’s aristocratic manner. The question ate at her. Did they really want her? Or was she deluding herself?

  “How are you enjoying your stay, Miss Crowley?” Matthew Hawk’s wife asked her.

  Madeline smiled at the pretty blonde woman. “Very well, thank you.”

  “Not too dull for you?” her husband asked.

  Matthew Hawk looked very much like Stefan, which was of little surprise. They were brothers as well and both exuded that Hawk magnetism. It was little wonder Posy had wed him as quickly as she’d heard.

  “Not at all, my lord.”

  “Matthew, please. Your brother certainly doesn’t stand on ceremony. What kind of prig would I be if I demanded you do?”

  Michael laughed. “My sister is a scandal waiting to happen, I’m afraid.”

  “What?” Madeline gasped. Had he heard of what she’d shared with Hugh? With Stefan?

  “She was utterly bored at Crowley Park,” her brother went on. “Wants the excitement she finds in her favorite novels.”

  “Oh, there is plenty of excitement to be found here at the manor,” Posy said. “In the library, I mean.”

  “And you know that full well, don’t you, love?” Matthew Hawk said.

  His wife blushed a pretty pink and talk turned to the shooting the men would do in the morning. Millicent and Posy talked about going into the village for a bit of shopping. There was talk that she had been a parlor maid here at the manor but that couldn’t be right. The countess and her sister-in-law appeared to be as close as real sisters.

  “Will you join us, Maddie?” Millicent asked.

  Madeline thought for a moment. No doubt Stefan would go shooting with the other gentlemen. A trip into the village could be a lark but she felt a bit out of sorts. She would be terrible company if she went with them and Millicent would know without a doubt that she was bothered by something. However, could she share her worries with her cousin?