REGENCY: Loved by the Duke (Historical Billionaire Military Romance) (19th Century Victorian Short Stories)

by Tencia Winters

  She felt Jacob’s hands gently stroke her shoulders as they spread outward, pulling the shoulder straps of her dress off. Inch by inch the dress came free from her body, Jacob’s tongue danced on her skin where it could, as if hungry for the exposed flesh.

  Little by little, her shoulders became bare and with only a slight assist from Jacob, her dress succumbed to gravity and formed a red and flowery pool around her ankles. A tiny breeze – or maybe it was just the thrill of anticipation – made the tiny hairs on her entire body stand up with excitement.

  Jon’s hands found her breasts, closing around them through her bra. She lightly stirred at the feeling. His hands were strong, but his touch was gentle. Her delight doubled when she felt Jacob’s smaller hands encircle her at the waist, gently caressing her waist line, teasing her with the prospect of going further down. She had never had that experience before in her life, nor had she ever dreamed she would feel it. To have one man touching her tits while another man’s hands explored her nether regions. It was an incredible feeling that only grew more intense as she felt Jacob’s larger fingers finally slip inside her panties, dipping inside of her. Her legs simultaneously tensed and weakened, unsure if she wanted to continue standing or give in to gravity.

  She received a momentary reprieve as Jacob’s hands left their perch inside her panties and found the clasp of her bra. She moaned with delight as her bra came unclasped and Jacob’s stocky hands pulled her bra straps aside before that too joined her dress on the floor.

  Jon’s hands, momentarily freed from her breasts reached out and reclaimed them. His fingers danced over the tips of her nipples, making them hard.

  Her kiss with Jon, unbroken, Tris felt her heart begin to accelerate with new speed feeling Jacob’s hands on her body and his lips upon her neck. Slowly, Jacob began to kiss his way down until he reached the small of her back. His hands gently stroked up and down her legs before dipping back inside her panties, his fingers plunging in and out of her, making her wet.

  Jon, momentarily breaking their kiss began to kiss and lick his way down. First he lightly began pecking at her chin, her throat, her chest, her left breast and then her right. She could lightly feel a small stubble of a closely shaven beard on his chin that tickled her all the way down to her belly until finally he was on his knees before her.

  Tris’s eyes could not leave the sight of Jon as he slowly dropped down to his knees before her. He looked like a man about to pray to the idle of some ancient goddess and she was ready to welcome his praise, however he should choose to deliver it.

  Together, Jacob and Jon both hooked their fingers in the elastic band of her panties and pulled them downward. Once free, he gently patted her legs, spreading them apart. And like the dragon she had earlier envisioned him to be he did as she had thought all dragons would do. He used his mouth on her, if not in the way she would have expected a dragon to do so.

  His mouth electrified her and once more her legs threatened to turn into jelly. His tongue went wild as it passed inside of her, expertly probing her mons… her clitoris… her labia… He was like a blind explorer, mapping what he could not see with instruments that no one had ever thought to use.

  She began to moan and her body reflexively began to rock against his mouth, craving more of the same from him. Jacob abandoned his kneeling position and rose up, giving his hands over to the caressing of her breasts before taking hold of her chin and turning her mouth towards him. Jacob’s lips engaged hers and she felt the moistness of his mouth as their tongues wrestled with one another. Jacob’s kiss was not as sweet or as inviting as Jon’s, but she found it delightful nonetheless.

  Jacob’s hands lightly brushed at the flanks of her chin, tickling her, sending miniature bolts of lightning through her fingertips. Somewhere in the back of her mind Tris still managed to think that this was madness… this was insane… that things like this didn’t happen. But it was happening and she relished the feeling that it gave her.

  Her thoughts were pulled away when she felt Jon slip his arms between her thighs and hooking them over his shoulders. With surprising strength considering their relative sizes he lifted her from off the floor as if she weighed nothing at all. It was to her a confirmation that he did have some preternatural strength within him.

  An excited yelp issued from her lips as she left the ground, breaking her kiss with Jacob. Jon’s tongue still working wildly within her he stood upright. It didn’t matter now that her legs were less solid than water as her back arched. Her view of the room becoming inverted, she found Jacob standing just behind her. Her arched back provided her a perfect angle from which to work.

  She stretched out her arms, cupping the other man’s buttocks and drawing him in closer. With her head inverted she brought Jacob’s to her waiting lips and she put his throbbing cock into her mouth. Jacob rested her weight on Tris’s diaphragm as she used her mouth on him, his body lightly rocking, plunging in and out of her mouth as if he were fucking her properly.

  Oh, yes!

  It seemed mere moments of delight before she felt herself being pulled away from Jacob’s tender spot unwillingly. That she felt this amorous was a new sensation to her and she wondered what it had been in that flask she’d drunk from. Magic potion? Whatever it was, part of her wondered what would happen if she had drank more.

  The room seemed almost to spin as Jon brought her to the bed, laying her down softly upon the expensive comforter, her head resting on the pillows.

  She grinned as the elder brother freed his mouth from her, his hands lightly traversing the course of her body. He gently rubbed at the inside of her thighs, her hips, and her breasts. The smile that he wore wasn’t just the delight of sharing flesh that he saw there. There was something more to it. Something that Tris couldn’t readily identify.

  “I bet you thought that today wouldn’t end like this,” he said, as Jacob crawled upon the bed beside her, lightly caressing and kissing her shoulders and chest.

  Tris chuckled. “No… I can’t say that I did.”

  Jacob looked upon Tris’s outstretched body and then looked to his surrogate brother. “You know what to do now. She’s ready.”

  Jon’s smile endured as he took hold of her hips and gently inserted himself inside of her. Jacob watched approvingly as he did so and Tris could feel his strength even from there. He grew harder inside of her, even to the point where she could feel the veins of his cock throbbing.

  “Not too much now,” Jacob cautioned. “We don’t want any accidents.” He turned and looked to her and once more put his mouth on hers, his tongue slipping between her lips. Tris gently and blindly stroked at Jon’s flanks as he began to thrust inside of her, savoring the feeling while her tongue played at Jacob’s. Jon moved slowly at first and his brother gently added his hands to the massaging her breasts.

  Tris felt a new jolt of energy every time Luke’s pelvis gently collided with her own. He was gentle, for a man with a mythical creature inside of him. His power radiated and she could feel it warming her inside and out as beads of sweat began to form on her body.

  “Oh, God…” she moaned between kisses with Jacob.

  “Gently, now,” Jacob encouraged his brother. “Don’t hurt her.”

  Tris’s hands split. One sought out Jon’s chest, her fingers dancing across his exposed flesh while the other clasped around Jacob’s neck and brought him back into another kiss. She had been bedded by men with more and less muscle than either of these two, but she was pleased to find that both had found a comforting balancing point between the two.

  Jon’s hand took hold of hers and they intertwined. Jacob’s fingers remained clutched firmly around her tits. With the mess of hands she felt power in three places, acting like a conduit. The energy dispensed from one traveled all the way to the other two and back as his Jon’s thrusts and Jacob’s fingers seemed to become more and more powerful, feeding off each other.

  Jon’s breathing intensified and with the added leverage of their joined hands
she felt his throbbing growing in their intensity. Tris shut her eyes, relishing in the passion of it all, trying to savor it.

  All sensation seemed to become blurred to her as he pressed on inside of her. Multiple things began to happen that she was barely able to keep track of. She felt Jacob’s hands lightly pinching her nipples and then gently massaging them… she felt Jon’s free hand clasp her ass… she felt Jacob’s mouth suckle at her nipple… a mixture of tongues and hands washed over her body and time seemed to blur into one long mix of pleasure that she could not define.

  It wasn’t until she heard Jon and Jacob both give off a kind of guttural growl that Tris managed to come out of her stupors. The growl sounded almost demonic… but thanks to the memories she had viewed she knew it for what it was… the sound of his inner beast, satisfied with their present pursuits.

  Jon was still inside of her. His thrusts had slowed some, but remained plenty strong. And though the sun had set, what little light that shined in from the outside moonlight, she saw the sheen of patterned scales on human flesh cross over his body.

  And unlike the first time she had seen such, she had never thought to have seen anything more beautifully translucent before in her life. It was a glow that Jacob also seemed to share and Tris found the sight nothing short of dazzling.

  Jon began to grunt as he thrust inside of her, his sounds keeping in time with his movements. Tris rocked her pelvis against his, their bodies settling into a kind of synchronized harmony. She could feel his energy within him, building to heights not yet experienced.

  She encouraged him with her body, tightening her muscles inside where she could, milking him. He fed off her enthusiasm, sweat beginning to run down his body, mingling with her own.

  “Make her night complete now,” Jacob whispered as his mouth again joined hers. Jon’s thrusts into her began to feel as though he were near his climax. Tris could feel her depths reaching a critical point, ready to explode.

  Jon’s power built, and built, and built further still until it seemed that he might burst unless he released all of his pent up energy. She tried to hold her breath, but the effort was stymied by Jacob’s ever present lips. She found herself waiting for the moment, counting his thrusts but constantly losing count for the way Jacob’s tongue moved inside her mouth.

  She felt Jon pump inside of her. Three… four…seven… no, six… er… eight… oh, damn!

  And then she felt it. Warmth, just as her body felt as though it were a pot about to boil over. Unlike any she had ever felt that elicited a silent scream from her. Her toes went numb, and then her legs shuddered, followed by her hips, her waist, her torso and finally her head.

  The three of them paused collectively, as if suddenly encased in amber and frozen in this moment. Tris tried to hold onto the feeling, imprinting it upon her mind. Her flesh tingled with the shared sensation until inevitably the moment passed.

  Jon was the first to sigh and he removed himself gently from within her, rolling over beside her. Jacob followed, sitting up on the opposite side. Tris rested between them, the three of them caked in sweat and breathing heavily.

  “That was…” she managed to gasp out.

  “Yeah… it was…” Jon managed to add.

  Jacob chuckled.

  Chapter 7

  There was a gentle knock at her door that woke her. When she opened her eyes and looked around, she found that Jon was still asleep on the bed next to her. But Jacob had gone. Jon’s arm was draped over her and he slumbered peacefully beside her, his fingers intertwined within hers.

  She heard the gentle knocking again and lightly stirred to look at the man sleeping beside her. The noise had not roused him. A small smile touched her lips at seeing him so close beside her and very quietly and smoothly she slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed.

  She found a silken robe hanging nearby and slipped into it, covering her body and protecting her modesty. As she moved, her body felt a little sore but the efforts she had gone through to feel this way was more than worth it. She also noted that she couldn’t wait to do it again, were it possible.

  She went to the door and opened it gently. Light from outside in the hall peered in and she saw a figure standing there. A woman, with short curly blonde hair and an hour-glass shaped figure. She was dressed in a scarlet colored evening gown that flattered her figure greatly and without needing to ask, Tris knew who this was.

  “Simone?” she asked.

  The woman answered with a small smile. “And you would be Tristina. Welcome to our home.”

  Tris stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” the other woman said.

  “No, no, no need to worry about that,” Tris said.

  Simone’s smile was radiant and she folded her hands together at the waist. “I just wanted to come by and apologize.”

  “Apologize?”

  Simone nodded. “How we met today, in the court yard. I’m sorry if we scared you. It’s just… this whole thing is easier to accept if you see it for yourself and then drink from the flask.”

  “Yeah, about that…” she said inquisitively. “What was in it?”

  Simone lightly shrugged. “Blood.”

  “Blood?”

  “Yes. A drop of it, to be precise and it was from Luke,” the skinnier woman replied. “It was mixed with fruit and vegetable juices that make it easier to swallow. Believe me, drinking the blood straight is not a pleasant experience. But it’s the only way for you to see the memories as they were intended.”

  A thought crossed her mind. “Does… does that mean… that I’m… that I’m?”

  “Becoming one of us?” Simone supplied. “No, it doesn’t. No need to worry about that. The process is a tad more sophisticated and we reserve the juice simply to make people understand why it’s so necessary for our lives here to remain a secret. We wouldn’t turn you unless you asked for it specifically. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, to be honest.”

  She felt a small sense of relief. “That’s a lift.”

  Simone smirked. “So… you and my sons, eh?”

  Tris knew that she should have felt embarrassed, but the emotion did not come. Neither of the men she had shared her body with tonight were her biological sons after all. If anything, she felt flattered. “Yeah… uh… apparently a side effect of the juice is… lust?”

  Simone nodded. “It is at that.” She looked at the door as if searching through it and then back to her. “Are they both still in there?”

  Tris shook her head. “No.”

  “No?”

  “No… Jacob must have gone while I was asleep.”

  Simone’s face brightened. “And Jon? He stayed behind?” she asked hopefully.

  Tris gave a short nod, recalling how he had slept with his arm draped over her protectively. “Yeah… he did.”

  Her hostess clapped her hands together happily. “Wonderful!”

  “Wonderful?” she asked. “Why?”

  Simone lowered her hands. “Well… it means he’s fond of you, Tris. I didn’t expect that Jacob would stay behind. He’s still too young for his other half to have settled in. But Jon… well… he’s about the right age to want to settle.” The elder woman’s face flushed a little. “So… I take it that it was… uh… Jon… who…?”

  She didn’t need to finish, Tris understood well enough what the other woman was getting at. She felt herself blush a little at it. “Yes. It was.”

  Simone’s smile lingered. “Good.” She bounced on her feet excitedly.

  Tris thought back to the passions that she and Jon had shared only a few hours before and felt a smile form on her lips. “You know, I think I’m a little fond of him too.”

  The blonde began to turn aside. “I’m pleased to hear it.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes… it means that you’ll be staying with us.”

  The words should have had a more profound and darkening impact on
her heart, but Tris found that the words were less condemning and more welcoming. A lifetime – or more if I want – on an island paradise with a gorgeous man? There were worse ways to spend time.

  “Yeah…” she said. “I guess I am.”

  When Simone had gone she slipped back into the darkness of her room and let her robe drop down around her feet. She crept back into her bed and tried to slip back under Jon’s waiting arm. She managed it easily enough and settled back in upon her pillow.

  “So… what did my mother say?” Jon’s voice asked softly in the dark.

  Tris held for a moment and continued to settle. “She was just wanted to say she was sorry for how things went today.”

  “Is that all?”

  She chewed her bottom lip with anticipation. “She was excited that you stayed here with me tonight.”

  He snuggled closer to her. “Just her?”

  She chuckled. “Well… I am too.”

  He gently pulled some of her hair aside and planted the gentlest of kisses on her neck. “Are you sorry? That any of this happened?”

  She rolled over to look at him, and saw his very human eyes staring back at her in the light of the moon from the outside. She held up her fingers and his gently played around the edges of her hand. She drank it all in. The proximity, the sights, the smells, and the sensations of having him so close to her who, impossible as it seemed, she had grown so attached to in so brief a time. She shook her head. “No.”

  His smile outshined the moon. “Good. Me neither.” He traced the edges of her fingers with his own. “I… I like having you here… with me…” He blushed.

  She chuckled.

  “What?”

  She stifled her laughter long enough to respond. “I don’t want to tell you.”

  “No, tell me,” he said playfully.

  She didn’t have the energy within her to be evasive but chose to give in rather than keep it to herself. “Promise not to laugh?”

  “Promise.”

  She sighed. “The whole reason that I wanted to take the cruise… was so I could maybe meet some wild and exotic man. Love on the boat and all that.”