Daniel's Duty [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Josie Dennis

  Easing from Vincent’s body at last, Daniel groaned. “You turned me inside out.”

  Vincent recovered a bit sooner, tucking himself back in his trousers as he turned. He was flushed and looked softly satisfied. “It’s no wonder Daisy loves you.”

  Daniel found a smile. “I daresay the girl would run screaming if she’d seen us together.”

  There was a twinkle in Vincent’s eyes. “I think you underestimate her. She had to notice the connection between the earl and Michael Crowley.”

  “I certainly did.” Daniel thought for a moment. “She’s in a dangerous position, Vincent, and she’s a danger to my sanity.”

  “Why?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why is she a danger to you?”

  “Because it will kill me when I break her heart. It’s inevitable nonetheless. I’m a Hawk, damn it.”

  Vincent didn’t say anything to that. He simply helped Daniel ready for bed. “If there is nothing else?”

  “No, Vincent.” Before the man could leave, Daniel caught his arm and pulled him close for a kiss. “Good night.”

  Vincent smiled and left. Daniel collapsed into the chair beside the hearth, his beast quiet. Loving Vincent had been amazing and, remarkably, he could imagine loving him again. That never happened. Not in the whole of his life since reaching manhood had he ever desired someone beyond the momentary relief they afforded him.

  That wasn’t precisely true.

  He’d tasted Daisy and he knew that would never be enough.

  Chapter 6

  Daisy sat in the cavernous library at Hawksfell Manor, a book forgotten in her lap. Matthew Hawk and his lovely wife Posy were surely at their own residence, and the earl and countess were undoubtedly about their own concerns this morning. As for Michael Crowley, he’d announced at breakfast that he was driving himself over to visit his sister. Daisy learned then that his sister had married another Hawk, this one a half-brother to the earl, like Matthew.

  She wondered about the Hawks of the previous generation, these men who could legitimatize their sons in name only and leave them to be raised by their mothers or by servants. Daniel’s mother never spoke of his father, and Daisy sensed that the topic was off-limits. Daniel certainly never indicated he wondered at all about that man’s identity.

  Daniel. Should she tell him what she’d shared with Vincent last evening? Oh, how could she? She had no notion what it meant, this passion she felt for a man she’d only just met. Vincent was kind and sweet, and he’d loved her with reverence and tenderness. And strength. She’d longed to ease him as she had Daniel, to at least feel the connection to him as he found release.

  “Did you require anything, miss?”

  She turned to face the red-haired footman standing near the doorway. “Nothing, thank you.”

  The servant bowed and turned to go.

  “Wait,” she rushed out.

  “Yes, miss?”

  “Can you please send the first footman in to me?”

  Humor seemed to light the young man’s eyes. “Vincent, miss?”

  “Yes,” she said in a tone she’d heard Lady Winthrop use numerous times.

  The boy dipped his head and hurried to do her bidding. She sat back, thumbing nervously through the pages of the book in her lap. What on earth would she say to Vincent? What had she been thinking? She’d been thinking that she wanted more of his kisses. Movement at the door drew her eye, but to her astonishment it wasn’t Vincent. It was Daniel, and he wore an expression of vexation on his handsome face.

  Her body clenched and she wondered at the desire she could feel so instantly for him when she’d just been fantasizing about Vincent.

  “Why on earth did you summon Vincent?” he asked without preamble.

  How dare he take that pompous tone with her! She sat back, folding her arms in front of her. “And what concern is it of yours?”

  He glanced behind him, obviously checking to make certain no one was near enough to hear them. He must not know the first rule in a house of this size. There was no such thing as a quiet place to talk outside of a closed bedroom door.

  When he turned back to speak again, she held up a hand.

  “The servants,” she said.

  He nodded, his lips thinned. “Come to my room.”

  Her foolish heart fluttered. It wasn’t exactly the romantic invitation she’d imagined all these years, and it was surely not said in the manner she might have hoped, but it was something.

  She stood and deliberately placed the book back on the shelf where she’d found it. “If I must.”

  He narrowed his eyes as if trying to puzzle her out right there in the library. He was most unfortunate if that was the case. If she had no idea what was going on in her head, he certainly had no way of knowing.

  They ascended the staircase and made their way to what she now knew to be his room. She’d seen Vincent coming out of it just last evening, had she not?

  She followed him in, knowing he was waiting until they were safely ensconced before making his explanation known. He closed the door and faced her.

  “What were you thinking, summoning Vincent?”

  “If we are to return to that topic, I must ask you again. What concern is it of yours?”

  He let out a sound of exasperation she had never heard him make before. “You called him to you, and after what transpired between the two of you last evening.”

  She was shocked to her core. Her heart began to race. “You know?” she whispered.

  “That you nearly let him take you?” He growled. “Yes.”

  “I did no such thing!”

  He grabbed her arms and pulled her close. She could feel the strength in his grasp and her lungs seized.

  “You let him touch you, Daisy. You let him kiss you.”

  “I did,” she admitted on a breath. “He touched me and gave me pleasure.”

  Daniel closed his eyes and she felt that most compelling part of him harden against her belly.

  “God, Daisy.”

  “He tasted me,” she went on, just to gauge his reaction to that disclosure.

  His eyes flew open and there were sparks in their dark depths. “I know that, too.”

  She pushed at his chest, indignant now. “The two of you must have had quite the conversation. Pray, did he tell you he kissed my breasts?”

  “You’re killing me.” He turned from her. “Do you know that you’re killing me?”

  She’d seen him aroused the other night, and from the way he held his body, he was in the throes of it again. She reached for his shoulder, but suspected he would simply shake off her touch. She dropped her hand to her side.

  “Why does it bother you that another man touches me? You pushed me away.”

  “It’s not that another touched you.”

  “Is it because it’s Vincent? He is a kind, sweet man.”

  “He is.”

  She might not have known Vincent long, but she would not stand for him to be belittled.

  “He is tender and passionate, Daniel, and somehow I feel like I’ve known him forever.” His words penetrated at last. “Wait. You agree with me?”

  He lost a touch of his rigidity. “I do.” He turned to face her. “I’ve been with Vincent.”

  Images swirled in her mind, of dark Daniel and fair Vincent loving each other. The precise details escaped her, but the notion thrilled her nonetheless. They were both such beautiful men.

  “Oh,” was all she could manage to say.

  His gaze turned both tender and tortured. “Don’t you see what a tangle I’m in?”

  “You?” Now she was quite piqued. “Why, pray, does this solely affect you?”

  Daniel touched her cheek, his fingers tentative. “Because I want you both, and I can have neither.”

  She swallowed and lifted her chin. “You can have me, Daniel.”

  He turned away again. “Not forever.”

  He wanted her forever? Her heart gave a flutter at the no
tion of an actual future with him. “Why are you so certain?”

  “It’s the way of Hawks, Daisy. For generations.”

  Did he truly believe that? Didn’t he see the love between the earl and his wife? Between Matthew Hawk and his? “Daniel, how can you throw away what we might have?”

  “He’s worried he will hurt you.”

  She spun to see that Vincent had come into the room.

  He shut the door and took her hand, the expression on his face tender but lacking the haunted expression so evident on Daniel’s. “Daniel doesn’t want to hurt you.”

  The two men exchanged a look she couldn’t comprehend at the moment. She was far too overwhelmed.

  “Or me,” Vincent concluded.

  Daniel was stoic and silent and she felt her heart breaking. In that moment, she made a decision. She might curse herself at some point in the foreseeable future, but right here and now, she would follow her heart.

  “I’ll make my own future,” she murmured. She began to struggle to remove her dress as both of them stared at her.

  “What are you doing?” Daniel asked, his voice rough.

  “I’m grabbing my chance at happiness with both hands, Daniel.” She worked to unfasten the back of her dress and cursed softly. “Even if it’s fleeting, I want to have this.”

  Vincent stepped behind her and, with quick, sure fingers, assisted her out of her dress and let it fall to the floor.

  Chapter 7

  Daniel could scarcely believe what he was seeing. Vincent stripped Daisy swiftly yet reverently, as if he were unwrapping the most precious gift. And God, she was that. Her body, in the soft morning light coming through the filmy curtains hung at the windows, was as gorgeous as he’d glimpsed during their heated tangle in his room at Winthrop Hall. When Vincent paused to squeeze her breasts from behind, Daniel groaned.

  He watched as Vincent nibbled on her slender neck, watching a pink flush spread from her breasts to her cheeks. They were perfectly matched. Fair, pretty and perfect. Daniel had never felt such ferocious desire in his life.

  “Christ.” He began to strip himself, stilling when Vincent lifted his head to pin him with his blue gaze. “I’ll take care of myself, believe me. If I have to rip my clothes to do so, I’m getting naked.”

  Vincent chuckled, but Daisy’s mouth was an O of surprise. Without a whisper of shame, Daniel shed his clothes. Even the air seemed to caress him as his cock filled fully.

  “Daniel,” Daisy whispered.

  Vincent kissed her again and stepped back to swiftly shed his own clothes. “Look at him, Daisy.”

  “I am,” she answered in a breathy voice.

  Daniel cursed to himself. “Don’t tease me, please. I’ve never been this hard.”

  Vincent was soon naked, buff and handsome and standing with his hands braced on Daisy’s shoulders. “Strip, sweetheart.”

  The endearment was so fitting. Daniel had always thought she was the sweetest girl with the most tender heart. Her hands shook, but soon her chemise and stockings floated to the floor.

  Vincent caressed her again, pinching her pink nipples as she leaned back against him. Daniel came close and, without letting another moment pass, fastened his mouth to one breast.

  “Oh, my!” she cried.

  She arched and he took the opportunity to delve between her thighs. His fingers were soon drenched and her flowery scent hung in the air. Dropping to his knees, he flicked his tongue over her pussy.

  “You haven’t licked our love, have you, Vincent?” he said, pausing before nibbling on her delectable flesh once more.

  “No,” Vincent softly answered.

  Daniel stood and turned her to face Vincent, using one foot to slide her legs further apart. “Here.”

  Vincent fell on her, parting her with his fingers as he licked and sucked. Daniel held tight to Daisy, kneading her pretty breasts as she writhed in his arms.

  “Vincent, your mouth,” she moaned.

  He caught Vincent’s gaze again and it was clear he was as wild for Daisy’s orgasm as Daniel was. She bucked sharply against Daniel’s chest and came with a cry. She was soon limp in his arms and Vincent came up to kiss her. Leaning up, he kissed Daniel’s mouth. The taste of Daisy’s sweet cunt was on his lips.

  “Take her, Daniel,” Vincent said.

  Daisy was watching them now, her eyes intent as the men shared another kiss. “Ooh, you’re both so…”

  “Ready to fuck you,” Vincent finished with a laugh.

  “B-both of you?”

  Daniel wanted to share her as closely as he could, but she wasn’t ready for that. “Not this time, love. You’re still a virgin.”

  “Not for long, I wager,” she murmured.

  Turning, she wrapped a leg around his waist. Her pussy was hot and wet against his shaft and his eyes nearly crossed. Before he could worry himself out of it, he pinned her to the bed. She was pliant and warm, and it was clear she wanted a ride. He’d never taken a woman like this, face-to-face and so connected. When she spread her legs, he had no choice but to press forward.

  “I have to have you, Daisy.” He fingered her clit as she began to rise in pleasure once more. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

  “Please,” was all she seemed to say now, over and over until he thought he’d hear it in his dreams.

  The barrier to her virginity was gone in an instant and he caught her cry in his mouth. “I’m so sorry,” he managed to say.

  But he couldn’t stop from thrusting deeply. She began to sob, but when he leaned one on arm and worked her clit again, she began to ease.

  “That’s it.” He braced himself as he withdrew and drove forward again. “God, Daisy.”

  She held tight to him now, as he’d held her earlier. Rising to meet his thrusts, her body welcomed everything he gave her. It had been this way with Vincent, he realized. Tight and hot and perfect.

  Her hands gripped his biceps as she arched again, sending him as deep as he could go as she came with a rush. He kept up his thrusts, driving in and out as his own climax threatened. Before he could withdraw, he lost all control and just let the intense pleasure wash over him as he spilled himself into her.

  “I’m going to die, I think,” Vincent said from beside the bed.

  Daniel withdrew from Daisy and cuddled her close. “What do you think, love? Can you ease Vincent?”

  She purred, and then opened her eyes. “I want to feel him inside me.”

  “After loving Daniel?” Vincent chuckled. “I daresay you’d scarcely be able to walk this evening.”

  Daniel’s eyes fell on Vincent’s very impressive length and he silently agreed with that statement.

  “Suck him,” Daniel said.

  She sat up and settled on her knees. Her body was flushed from her orgasms and her mouth was swollen from their kisses. “Like he licked me?”

  Vincent stroked his cock and moaned. “I’m so very close.”

  Daniel watched as Daisy moved close to Vincent. Lowering her head, she gave his cock a long lick. “Your taste is stronger here.”

  “My taste?” Vincent asked, closing his eyes.

  “Yes. Like your kisses, but…more.”

  She licked and sucked, and Daniel felt himself growing hard again as she took Vincent fully into her mouth. This wasn’t like his beast rising. No. This had everything to do with the image his two lovers made together. Settling back on his heels, and very careful not to touch his own cock, he watched her pleasure Vincent. Again, their beauty struck him. She was moaning now as Vincent moved in gentle thrusts within her mouth. Daniel could tell he was close when he clutched his hands to his head and moaned again. He came and Daisy appeared to take everything.

  She lifted her head and turned to Daniel with a victorious expression. Her eyes were bright and her smile wide. As for Vincent, he leaned forward on the bed as his breath came fast. Daniel noticed then that her gaze was fastened to his cock.

  “You’re all stiff again, Daniel,” she said.


  Daniel could only nod. There was nothing else for it. He was hard and ready, and he couldn’t take her again. “I’m afraid so.”

  To his astonishment, she shifted and closed her mouth over him.

  “Daisy!” he shouted.

  She licked and nibbled, and he was soon as lost as he’d been inside her pussy. Her delicate hands clutched his ass as he’d fantasized just days ago as she ran her lips up and down his shaft. Then she swallowed him, as much as she could manage. He came in the next moment, hot spurts down her throat as she took everything from his as well.

  She shot him that adorable look of triumph again and he wished he could just freeze this moment. To tumble with the two of them on his bed for as long as he desired. What he’d said was true, however. He couldn’t make this last forever.

  No matter how much he might want to.

  * * * *

  Vincent was whistling as he strolled into the servants’ hall the next evening. Through an agreement with Daniel, they wouldn’t attempt a time together with Daisy again last night. She’d protested mightily, the sweet little minx, but if she had hopes of ever walking again, they had to both keep their hands off of her. It was a close thing, however. She was delectable, and just the memory of Daniel’s strong body pounding into her slender one was enough to arouse him.

  He’d licked her. God, he’d licked her while Daniel teased her. While helping him dress for dinner, they’d discussed how to go forward with their liaison. Even as he could see the wariness in Daniel’s dark Hawk eyes, he could sense the man’s desire for what the three of them could share.

  As for Daisy, that girl had watched him as he’d assisted at dinner, fleeting looks that scorched him through his uniform trousers. He was greatly looking forward to their next trysts, which he prayed would be tonight.

  “How does Lord Winthrop fare, Vincent?” Mrs. Holmes asked him.

  Vincent shook off his mind’s salacious wanderings and nodded to the housekeeper. “Well, Mrs. Holmes, I don’t imagine he has any complaints on my service.”