Regency Rogues Omnibus

by Shirl Anders

It was a delicate balance that he wove and he needed to keep Nia talking for just a bit longer. “I thought that you might be a spy, Nia, come to waylay me, or entice secrets from me,” he murmured.

  Nia instantly tilted her face upward to him. Radford smiled inwardly. It was the perfect position and his other hand took advantage as he cupped her cheek. One of his fingers tracing her jaw and the other following the petite curve of her ear, while his hand at her nape stroked deeply. She tilted into his hands caresses with pure feminine instinct.

  “No, Radford, I was never a spy.” Her pearly white teeth caught her bottom lip, then released it, as her gaze, which was half troubled and half subtly aroused, looked up at him. “I could see, knowing who you are now, a former spy, how you might. It is incredible,” she breathed.

  “For me to be a spy?” he asked leaning closer, bringing his mouth nearer to her lips.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “A spy and a duke.”

  When Nia said the word “duke,” Radford saw awareness dawn in her eyes. She had been languid and unassuming for a few moments, however that word began to stir her back to her intentions. He was out of time. His lips agreed as he opened them over the fullness of her lips and he lifted with his hand on her cheek to bring her mouth up to his.

  “Mm...”

  Radford noted immediately that Nia was not completely compliant and she was beginning to think about pressuring him away. “I need you,” he said deeply against her mouth. “Need me, Nia, please God, need me.”

  Nia’s return moan was a leap of passion, and without allowing her to vocally answer, Radford swept his tongue into her mouth. His other hand dropped to her buttocks, cupping both by the width of his hand as he lifted her body tightly up against his body. He smiled a moment later, when Nia’s arms wound around his neck and her mouth began suckling his tongue.

  He let his cock go then. He fooled himself that he could have held back the throbbing rise to thickness. It ached deep along the shaft as the head swelled and flushed outward. He had aligned their bodies with an intention in mind. It was a perfect place for his cock to grow stiff in length, and while it was engorging, it furrowed into the tender lips of Nia’s pussy, which were only barely covered by a wisp of silk. He knew that the material of his pants over his expanded erection would make more rubbing friction into the delicate cove of Nia’s heated cunt. He then added a rocking motion, lifting and lowering her body gently by his hand cupping and kneading the ripe globes of her ass.

  Judas. His body shuddered as Nia wound her body against his passionately. It would take all of his control to seduce her as thoroughly as he intended and not become swept away in their normal urgency. However, this was just too important and he was going to have to force himself into more control around her. He nearly laughed and groaned at the same time at the need to have to do that. He was a lucky, lucky man.

  Nia’s tongue was torrid and fiery in his mouth as he moved his body to stand, carrying her with him. He literally carried her clamped to the length of his body with her feet off the floor. Then he carried them three steps and he was at the pillows. He continued to slant his lips deeply over Nia’s mouth and she flowed into him with honeyed whimpers of longing and surrender. The sound of it stirring his blood hotly as he continued to hungrily plunder and pluck her mouth.

  He maneuvered his back to the pillows, while he lifted one hand from Nia’s buttocks to pull the laces of her gown free in the front, never giving her lips a moment’s mercy. Soon the silk slipped free over her ivory shoulders to become caught on her high full breasts as he pulled her down with him as his back lay across the pillows. Their lips separated as he held carefully to her slender waist and through his heavy-lidded gaze he watched Nia’s gown slip irrevocably downward with their motions. The firm white globes of her breasts where ravishing, and her puckered and rosy nipple tips jiggled lightly, ending within inches of his mouth. He instantly lapped his tongue outward to wet one taut point.

  “Oh, Radford.”

  His woman was so responsive, he growled with an ardent answer, then with his mouth filled with Nia’s tenderly erect nipple. Her throaty “pleases” drew out into fervent whimpers, as he settled her hips over his stomach and spread her legs on either side of his body. Both of his hands found her ankles, to slide upward toward her bended knees, then her softly laid thighs. He carried the gown with him as he went, removing his mouth from her nipple to do so, until the gown was up over her head and tossed aside. Immediately his mouth returned to her breast as he nipped the tip, to her squeal of pleasure, while his hands settled firmly onto her bare hips. He made carnal love to her breasts then, thoroughly and completely as her nude body undulated in excitement over him. She was fire in his hands, moving over him and with him so passionately. Then when he was certain that she was thoroughly mindless with arousal, he lifted her by the strength of his arms, popping a nipple bud out of his mouth as he urged her hips higher upward onto his chest. His gaze centered now on her bare and dappled pussy. Christ, it was the sweetest thing he’d ever seen, with the crease so delicate, pink, and wet. And it was so gloriously bare.

  Radford’s tongue darted outward toward the crease as he lifted Nia’s pussy over his face, and then his tongue licked fire.

  “Oh, love,” Nia cried out as her fingers found purchase upon a back rest luckily right there for her to lean on. She had never had a man’s tongue on her sex before and the surprise and rapture of it broke hot on her breath. “Oh!” She squirmed wildly, grinding her pussy downward into the heat of Radford’s mouth and tongue as she pulled her thighs open wider in excitement. The action split her pussy lips open more to Radford’s licking and he groaned beneath her. The vibration nuzzled through her sex like a hot flash. “Radford!” she squealed.

  Radford claimed her completely with his mouth, licking her clitty, over and over, twisting her arousal hot and wet. She loved him. She loved him so much. Her hands clutched his head as he loved her as intimately as a man could, and she knew then that he loved her as much as she did him. She knelt over his face as his tongue entered her core with circling thrusts. The mating action of his tongue called her hips to sway as she panted breathlessly to each torrid pump inside her.

  Radford wanted to roar to the heavens and stay with his mouth seated in molten and scintillating squirms for the rest of his days. That he could be the master of creating such tempest passion in Nia made him growl with pleasure deep in his chest. He raised his hands high to swaddled Nia’s heaving breasts, which he began to pet, then knead deeply. He used her breasts, filling his frisking palms, to guide her body draped over his wet and nuzzling mouth.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  Nia’s thighs quivered and heaved against his face as he feverishly increased his assault to her spiraling and delirious moans. He had her moaning a wild and sumptuous ballad that struck the same chord of groping passion through his tendons and muscles, deep into his blood, until it danced along his hot receptive flesh and strained proudly against the buttons of his pants.

  Quickly, he sought the buttons with one groping hand to release his rigid pound of flesh as he pushed his body upward off the pillows, sliding his body up Nia’s luxuriant and curving body that was ripened and damp with aroused exuberance. His head, his shoulders, his chest, and his belly moved upwards, until he caught Nia’s mouth on a scream of pleasure as he seated her, with a deep and driving thrust of his cock entering her.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried.

  A hoarse groan of blinding bliss expelled from deep in his chest as he lifted his knees behind Nia to sit and lock his hand onto her hips. Her head fell back and the swirling red stream of her hair fell over the tops of his boots as she arched her bare back over his knees. Then, he lifted his hips upward off the pillows, holding her hips firmly. The impelling thrust of his cock tried to raise Nia’s body, but he denied it, holding her downward to his rapid and repeating rhythm.

  She screamed his name, digging her fingers into the sinew across his chest, and through his eyes half
way clenched, he watched emotions that were his own dance across her body and echo his feelings across her face. She was completely abandoned in her love, as he lost himself in her journey.

  Radford was everywhere . . . around her, inside her, through her. He commanded her every sensation completely as she twisted free of the plain and simple physical boundaries beneath his pounding and giving rhythm. Nia caught her legs high up on Radford’s waist, begging him shrilly for the impossibility of going faster, deeper. She panted and whimpered as he gave her everything his strong body could command. He was magnificent and she cried her love and appreciation as she tumbled over the peak and shattered into a thousand riveting convulsions all wrapped into one agonizing jolt of pleasure.

  And still, Radford thrust upward into Nia’s rippling and searing pussy. He braced his spine against a pillow and backrest behind it as his head fell back and his breathing charged from his chest. His buttocks were slapping back and forth across the pillows with a sound like pain erupting from his throat as he clenched his body, tightened, strained forward and held. He shook his head like a wild lion as he growled through the eruption, pumping his hot seed deep inside the truest creation of his pleasure-soaked death.

  Long moments later, Radford’s lips sought the highest slope of Nia’s delicate cheek with a kiss that found little tear drops. She was draped over his chest with her legs still straddled over his thighs and what was left of him still embedded inside her.

  “You are mine. Say it.” He breathed hoarsely.

  “I am yours,” Nia moaned.

  “You will forever be mine. Say it.”

  “I will forever be yours, Radford.”

  “And I am the master of seduction at this moment. Say it”

  “You are the master.”

  “Say it again.”

  “You are my master.” Nia sighed happily.

  “Yes, I am the master of sweet fire, my love.” Radford said leaning his lips down to kiss his woman thoroughly.

  Chapter Twenty

  The following morning . . .

  Lady Gabriella Kittridge walked into the study at Radford’s country estate humming softly. The morning appeared filled with hopes and suffused with dreams coming true, she thought with a smile. Her smile was just a tad bit mischievous, because she had...

  “There you are, my love.”

  Gabriella started slightly, turning her gaze toward the desk and the voice of her husband. “Drummond, I did not know you were there.”

  “You appear aglow this morning, my love,” Drummond said settling back in the chair to gaze at her with his intent gray eyes.”

  “I, um, yes,” Gabriella said, smiling brightly as she walked toward him. “I am happy to be returning to our son today. You know that I do not like leaving him.”

  “Nor do I,” Drummond murmured, as he lifted up several sheets of vermillion paper from the desk, glancing down at them.

  Gabriella slid to a stop beside Drummond’s chair, just as his arm came around behind her to cradle her hips. She looked down at the top of Drummond head fondly as he bent over the papers he was looking at. She sighed. Now was as good a time as any, she supposed. “Did you know, Drummond, I realized just last night that I know, Nia.”

  “Really,” Drummond drawled, with his head still lowered as she caressed his nape lightly.

  “Yes, it is extraordinary. I was quite taken back as I am sure Nia will be when she sees me.” Gabriella knew she was gushing, yet she did so dislike lying, so in her discomfort, she just continued on, “Yes, her mother and I were friends. We went to school together those many years past.” She was hedging, she knew, because Nia’s mother and she were slightly more than just school acquaintances. They had been, up until her death, the very best of friends. “I am certain, Nia, will recognize me. I just did not want you to be startled of the fact. Although, Nia, was quite young the last time I saw her. Her mother was newly married and living then in Ireland, so far away and...”

  “Quite astonishing, darling,” Drummond interrupted her fast paced flow of words.

  “Ah, yes it is,” Gabriella offered, gazing down at the top of his head.

  “And after her mother’s death, my love, you never had contacted, Nia?” Drummond asked.

  It was a simple question, Gabriella thought. A question really that one would normally ask, however Drummond’s tone, hinted to her of other things. She squinted down at him. There was no way that he could know. Could he? No, she assured herself, there was no way that Drummond would ever guess such a thing of her. That really was why it was so brilliant, she thought, with a smile.

  In a way she was, and had, out foxed the masters. The Archangels. She never intended to tell them either. It was enough to know that she’d done it, and she’d not done it in the beginning to specifically outwit them. That had not been her intention at all. It had just turned out that way. No, her intention was truly compassion with a bit of matchmaking thrown in. And why not when she knew how perfectly it would all turn out.

  It had really been a lark. Dressing like a man to meet Nia, keeping her gender and appearance in disguise. Oh, and then making the plans on the best way to seduce Radford. That had been especially fun, and she had hit it square in the bull’s eye too! All was well that ends well, she thought, with a mischievous smile. Especially with a little push.

  But really now, she could not help thinking about Saxonhurst lately. The change in him was astounding. “Hm,” she murmured.

  “Gabriella, are you with me? I asked you a question, my love.”

  “Oh.” Gabriella returned from her musing and found Drummond looking up at her. “Oh, I . . . You know, my darling, I have just thought of something I must do.” Gabriella unwound herself from Drummond’s arm and started sailing out of the room. “Is, Saxonhurst, still here? I really must find him.”

  Drummond watched his wife leaving, and he chuckled. Then he looked down at the papers that he held. The papers that Radford had given him that the supposed mysterious gentleman had given Nia as her instructions. What he saw again, and had seen, was clearly his wife’s handwriting. He shook his head and smiled. He was impressed and not the least surprised by the cunningness and compassion of his wife’s mind. But he was thoroughly impressed. He chuckled again.

  “Saxonhurst, you had better watch out,” he murmured.

  The End

  My Lady Enthralled

  By Shirl Anders

  Prologue

  “The long hair is sublime. Can you imagine him naked with that rich river of hair flowing down his muscular back?”

  “Our, Hellborn Lord, would be salaciously pleased at this specimen. Except for the ugly deformity of his missing hand. Those deep brown sexual eyes, sensual face with masculine features, but the carnal lips nearly turned toward the feminine. Strong build, he will look superb with his shirt off. Find out the length, color, and thickness of his cock. I wager it hangs down half of his thigh and with that light brown hair his hairy balls will look smooth and hairless. Mm, maybe for the length of hair one can overlook the missing hand.”

  “Strength in the hair should come through to the buck’s dong.”

  “The presence of the hook only adds to the perception of dominance that will be broken and subjugated.”

  “Lord Incubus, he is a lord, a Marquis.”

  “Succulent, always the choicest plunder. Family?”

  “One uncle and an elderly aunt of no consequence, I did a thorough check, I knew you would crave this one.”

  “I do. If his cock is like a beast’s, we will take him. And then we need a petite bitch with skin nearly white against his sun-browned flesh. I want her small enough so that when his cock comes to her it will look like a powerfully savage weapon going to gut her.” Lord Incubus paused. “Our, mighty Lord Hellion, will be pleased. I believe this time he will take the male also, and that will be a triumph. It has been too long since we have pleased him with our male offering.”

  “Name?”

  “Lord Saxon
hurst, the Marquis of Hartley.”

  Chapter One

  For the first time in his life his cock had gotten him into trouble, Saxonhurst thought, and if his bloody head did not hurt so badly he would laugh out right. Incredible. This was a momentous occasion that any of his illustrious friends from the former Archangel spying regal would have proudly cheered him on, notwithstanding their amazement. And, she had been an exquisite piece of French muslin with fiery red hair and dark coquettish eyes. The demanding throb in his head would not allow him to remember her name or if she had given one. However, amidst the beating that was hammering in his temple he did remember her scent and it seemed he remembered a flash of pure white breasts. Was that true? Had he seen those alabaster mounds naked? Violets . . . He had smelled violets? Or was that the feisty maid, he’d dallied with on board the ship he’d taken for his voyage from England to France. What was that . . . two, three days ago? Was it longer?

  Haltingly, it seemed to him that somewhere in his scattered mind he should worry over his newfound circumstances. Should his brain be as thick and muddled over a clout to the back of his skull? Why did he taste the sour dredges of wine on his tongue? Then, while thinking of the wine taste, he realized in a floating manner that sharpened for brief seconds, when he tried to raise his hand to his lips, that they had tied his wrists. But then, the thought floated away.

  “I say we fuck him now. Da, Lord Hellion, will never know.”

  “I like da cunts better.”

  “Any tight ass on ya cock will change ya mind.”

  Saxon tried to understand the words he was hearing. He tried to feel alarmed, but the throb in the back of his skull nauseated him and his mind scattered, tripping over his constantly flowing thoughts. The roll of the carriage was making him feel sick, he realized, then the knowledge fled with the next jarring bounce and simultaneous pounding of pain splitting his skull.