Seducing His Lordship

by Brenda Williamson

  She didn’t know why she expected the area to be slick and wet. Instead, the soft skin of his cock was the smoothest she’d ever felt. Neither her ermine shawl nor her velvet pelisse was as wonderful under her fingertips.

  “Yes, like that,” he moaned; his eyes, half-closed, gave the appearance of sleepiness.

  She rubbed her thumb over the tip and under the rim of the capped flesh. Gabriel’s eyes squeezed shut. She took the moment to touch his jaw and kiss his neck. For an imprint of her time with him, she sucked on his pulse until several dappled marks appeared. She then moved down his chest, kissing the firm muscles and licking his tight nipples.

  She stroked his erection, pushing and pulling on the thin skin.

  “Perfect.” He praised her with conviction and cupped the side of her face. “You’ve a magical touch. Such gentle handling gives rise to a fervor of passion in me.”

  She dipped her head down, out of the grasp of his fingers. With an airy brush of her lips across his cock, she discovered how dry her lips were, making her movements awkward. A quick swirl of her tongue wet her lips. Another stroke spiraling over the capped tip of his erection moistened him too. She continued her exploration, feeling the bumps of veins ripple. When he gripped her chin, putting his thumb inside her mouth, he wiped saliva from behind her bottom lip and smeared it over his cockhead. Then he gently pried her mouth open more and positioned the lubricated crown just inside.

  Carmody closed her lips around the rim. She massaged the pliant head with twists and turns and firm squeezes. Gabriel’s appreciative moans fueled her aggression, and she sucked him in deeper, swallowing the thick shaft into her throat.

  “Oh yes.” He grunted a strange sound she liked.

  Her jaws stretched wide. Gabriel’s slight withdrawal and the subsequent thrust forced her to take more. On each retreat, he offered her the room to breathe. It gave her leeway in working her tongue around his massive cock.

  His groans increased in tempo as she flicked the tip of her tongue under the edge of the plump knob that never broke free of her mouth. He held the back of her head, guiding her forward, never insistent, but still showing firmness in what he wanted.

  The first shot of liquid warmth made her jerk free. Gabriel’s disparaging sound of loss made her take him into her mouth again and accept the second spurt of his creamy essence. The flavor was salty-sweet and pleasing, and Gabriel’s masculine whimpers of pleasure gave her the incentive to gulp down the repeating streams. She grasped the base of his cock and massaged his testicles with the tips of her fingers, offering a comfort to his anguished, sputtering cry. Soon she realized this heightened the sensations of his release, and she pumped his sac with more vigor.

  Gabriel’s groans deepened. His tone grew louder. The fingers he had petted her head with tangled in her hair, holding her steady as he pumped faster until just a trickle of semen dropped to her tongue.

  Carmody sucked until even that was gone and his stiff shaft went limp. She tried to repeat the process that would bring him back into a state of ecstasy, but he bent down and pulled her up.

  His hand traveled along her outer thigh. Before she knew it, he cupped his fingers between her legs and rubbed her nether lips. The gliding caress parted her and traveled to her bottom.

  “I thought this was about me touching you?” She whimpered as he massaged a sensitive spot along the rim of her anus.

  “And now it’s my turn. Besides, I’m a weak man when it comes to fondling you.”

  He dragged his finger back to her wet vagina and dipped into the agitated center. The ache intensified, and her insides tingled with each penetration he made.

  “Gabriel.” She let go of his cock and gripped his waist.

  He dipped into her and she rocked against his palm, taking the plunges of his finger with hurried moves.

  When he had her on the verge of a climax, he pushed her to her back and thrust his cock into her clenching center.

  She couldn’t keep from digging her fingers into his back. The intense sensation he instantly brought on gripped her in a way that rendered her immobile. Unable to stop the whine ripping from her throat, she tried for a breath. In doing so, the gasp of air served as a brake to her wild cry, leaving her mouth open and void of any sound.

  Gabriel, on the other hand, kept the pace up and filled the room with an undomesticated aria of savage grunts and moans. The beastly tones were a blend of frenzied abandon and animalistic growls. She thought of Reginald’s comment that morning. In truth, she tried to scoff at the notion Gabriel could make such a noise, but she heard it as distinctly as Reginald had claimed. However, in her cousin’s case, she labeled the low, gurgling flutter to Gabriel’s tone as more of a snarl like an angry cat.

  No matter what she heard, or thought she had heard from her husband, she wanted him. For as many times a day as he required, she’d be at his disposal. She planned to make up lost time from her two-year abstinence from the marital pleasures she’d only read about. Never again would she live separated from Gabriel.

  Chapter Seven

  Gabriel’s muscles stiffened, and his hips uncontrollably jolted. Carmody’s agitated cries met with the roar of his quick release, reminding him to rein in his animal passion as he filled her with his seed. He hoped wanting his baby was the same as wanting him. Nothing in her demeanor expressed reluctance or regret of her actions.

  Could she grow to love him? She’d have to know about his altered state. That was obvious by the fact he had transformed into the cat in his sleep.

  The knock at the door cooled his body’s heated extremities, and he glanced across the room. “Just a minute.” He rose up from Carmody and got off the bed.

  “You won’t let them in, will you?” Carmody gathered the disheveled bedding around her and held it to her neck. “What would the servants say to see me here?”

  “That his lordship is a lucky man.” He threw on his robe and tied the sash as he went to the door.

  Carmody’s smile didn’t escape his notice. It became quite reasonable to think he pleased her.

  “Excuse me for the interruption, milord, but the cook has a problem with her ladyship’s menu,” Silas informed him. “But we can’t locate Lady Laramore.”

  Gabriel turned to the thump of feet hitting the floor.

  “What problem?” Carmody rushed forward in a billow of sheeting draped around her.

  Gabriel looked for a hint of surprise in the man’s face and saw none.

  “Something about missing cinnamon for the Calf’s Foot Pudding, milady. The cook wanted to know if she should send your coachmen to the neighboring estate or change the menu.”

  “I’ll be down at once. Thank you.”

  Gabriel closed the door. Carmody’s preoccupied frame of mind sent her across the room, shedding her makeshift attire.

  He hardened at the sight of her prancing about naked, gathering her nightgown and robe from the floor. Her luscious bottom drew him closer to her. She turned while dropping the nightgown over her head, the fabric clouding the finer points of her curves. However, it didn’t hide the prominence of her erect nipples.

  “Excuse me, milord.” She tried to dash out of the room.

  “It can wait.” He pulled her back.

  “But Gabriel…” She let out a gasp when he scooped her off the floor.

  “Getting you with child takes precedence over a glitch in your menu.”

  “My party—”

  “Isn’t for hours.” Gabriel deposited her on the bed. “Pull up your shift.”

  She tugged and wiggled the garment up to her thighs. “You’ll not take long, will you?”

  Gabriel laughed, climbed on the bed, and knelt between the legs she spread for him. He grasped her nightgown and shoved it higher, exposing her open sex. The scent of her filled the room. He lifted her legs, bending them at the knee, and pushed back so her ass lifted off the bed.

  “What are you doing, Gabriel?”

  “Giving me a better view while I fill y
ou.” He inched closer, placing his cockhead against her wet nether lips.

  The slick opening accepted the deep penetration. He drew back and rammed harder, shuddering at the constricting ring of muscle squeezing his shaft. The driving force made the bed squeak and Carmody pant with a string of stuttering grunts. He took one hand away from a leg and grabbed the nipple of her jiggling right breast beneath the nightgown. The pleasure of his twisting tug and release brought a taut cry from her. The subsequent plucks led to her orgasm. She thrashed her head from side to side as her body tried to whip out of his grasp. Placing his hand back on her leg that flailed in the air and bounced off his shoulder, he pressed it away, opening her wider.

  She arched in the final stages of her climax, raising her hips farther off the bed. The warmth of her spending seeped around his cock, bathing it in the sexual nectar of her body. The caressing fluids triggered his release. Grinding his tender scrotum against the oozing wetness of her splayed cunt, he emptied his seed into her womb.

  He let her legs go slack on the bed. While she laid limp, wheezing and panting heavily, he lowered to her.

  “Was that quick enough?”

  “Too quick,” she breathlessly replied.

  Her limbs askew on the mattress rose around him. She kicked her heels into his buttocks, and her arms folded behind his neck. A vaginal clench on his softening cock made him jerk.

  “Minx,” he teased. “You do that on purpose.”

  She did it again, proving him right about the power a woman had in flexing that ring of muscle. Her mouth met his, and they kissed until his blood flowed again into his shaft. The sensation of hardening inside the wet warmth of her body excited him. He rolled to his side, holding her tight so they didn’t lose their joining.

  Her soft thighs, her firm belly, and her rounded breasts fit against him as she pressed close. He slid his hand down her back and grasped one cheek of her bottom. She wiggled tighter, letting his cock snake deeper. A wider spread of his fingers allowed him to knead deeper into the firm flesh of her ass. Her gasp sent a stream of hot air across his face when he smacked one cheek.

  “Gabriel,” she moaned, turning her head away.

  “I’m ready again.” He slapped her soft skin again.

  “This time, I want to be the one with the better view of you.” She raked her fingers into his hair and swept them over his ear.

  He wanted the same and rolled, pulling her on top him. The movement made him pop free. Yet it was a wonderful feeling to have her cunt lips split over his shaft, kissing the length as he rocked under her.

  Carmody pushed up on her hands, first against the mattress and then against his chest. She lifted her bottom from his abdomen, letting him reach beneath and align himself with her center. She sank down slowly. Her head tipped back as his swollen cock filled her. A low, whimpering groan slipped out of her as she sat. She started to lift.

  “Wait.” He grabbed her waist, stopping her rise. “Let yourself adjust to the fit and feel of me this far inside you.”

  The morning sunlight streamed through the windowpanes. Rays of light glinted off her skin. He watched her look down, the fascination of what she saw had placed a pensive expression on her face. The feel of her fingers scratching lightly in the hair nested around the root of his erection made him lift his head. She rubbed his shaft where it entered her and began fingering her protruding clit.

  A gentle coo hummed from her parted lips. Her eyes closed, and she tipped her head back. The eroticism of the moment held him mesmerized. Carmody’s self-pleasuring went beyond what he ever expected from the demure lady. She swayed from side to side, hips undulating to absorb every bit of him into her body. Once her mewls intensified, he pulled her down and closed his lips over one nipple, tonguing the tip.

  Carmody rocked back and forth, letting the hardness of his cock take over stimulating her clit. He continued suckling her breasts, making her areolas darken.

  “Please, Gabriel. Don’t stop.” Her breasts swung back and forth with her surging motions.

  He continued squeezing her bottom, slapping the cheeks when she tried to slow down. Lifting his head, he buried his face between the ivory globes and licked the perspiration trickling over her skin. He kissed and nipped her tender breasts, making her moans come rushed. The moment her orgasm started, she pushed herself up from him. He pinched her nipples and massaged the sensitive flesh, forcing her to cry out.

  “Gabriel,” she panted, digging her fingernails into his abdomen.

  He turned her fast, putting her beneath him. His ejaculation was intense, his roar louder than ever, so that he strained the muscles in his throat. He collapsed partially on her in complete exhaustion. He’d lost track of the number of times he had mated with her. However, from the heavy scent of sex lingering in the air, he knew he had bred her well.

  Gabriel adjusted his weight and held Carmody’s heaving frame close. He shut his eyes and took to the plan of napping. When he awoke, there was a sense of loss in his aching arms.

  “Carmody?” He sat up.

  “How could you let me fall asleep?” She tied the sash of her robe around her. “I only hope there’s enough time to make the change to the menu.”

  She dashed out of his room. Gabriel leaped off the bed and to the open door. He watched to make sure she at least went to get suitably dressed before going downstairs. Once he saw her enter her room, he turned back into his own and shut the door. His arousal danced with regret as he took a leisurely pace back to his bed. He sat on the edge, unsure if he should try to nap more. To accommodate having Carmody around, he needed to adjust his habits. No more strolling the night as a cat or curling up to sleep anywhere in the house; while shifting from beast to man was instantaneous, clothing was not.

  “She’s busy.” He spoke to his reflection in the full-length mirror, having the idea to let the inner beast stretch his legs.

  He dropped off the bed onto all fours, shifting into the tiger so that his landing didn’t bruise, as his hands and feet changed into paws. He swatted the door handle, and his freedom lay before him. Padding along the hallway, he listened for sounds of anyone approaching. A house full of servants and a wife put him on edge. Only Silas knew his secret. The back staircase led to the kitchen where he’d run into the cook and his wife, so his route took him down to the foyer.

  He made it outside unseen. But what were his chances of crossing the lawn as a cat? The way appeared clear, and he loped across the emerald grass and leapt into the rose garden. Crouching low, he waited for a shriek or a wail from someone spotting him. Silence answered his worry, and he crept along the path.

  Roses and lavender drifted up his nostrils. His muscles tightened at the familiar scent. He swung his head from one side to the other in a slow, inspecting gaze. Carmody. Her scent sent a shiver through him. He turned around and stared directly into her lovely blue eyes.

  “You’re not real,” she said calmly.

  Her lack of fear surprised him until he took a step toward her.

  “It’s a dream…my imagination. I’m still asleep.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Go away.”

  Her hands whooshed in front of her, sweeping up and down to shoo him away.

  Gabriel obeyed her command and walked into the maze. He left her to believe what she needed to believe.

  “Wait,” she called out.

  He swung his head around and stared at her following him.

  “Lady Laramore?” A man’s voice stopped her approach.

  Gabriel ran deeper into the maze to avoid discovery. He worked his way to the other side and stalked the outer path to the side of the rose garden. There he crouched down and lay behind the biggest of the bushes and watched and listened.

  “Lady Laramore? I’m Henry Tavish, a representative from Beaudrics. I’ve come about your account. Is Lord Laramore at home? Maybe I should discuss the matter with him.”

  “You shall do no such thing!” Carmody snapped. “He has enough to deal with, and I’
ll not disturb him about something as trivial as my shopping.”

  “Your shopping is extravagant and very much past due.” He looked around at the lavish surroundings. “I am sure it must be an oversight of the viscount’s accounting.”

  “Then you will leave me to discuss it with him. I assure you, the account will be taken care of.” She walked out of the garden.

  “We’ve sent notices before.” The man followed Carmody. “And you’ve failed to respond. I’m here to demand payment.”

  The topic of the conversation didn’t disturb Gabriel as much as the man’s rude manners toward Carmody. She wasn’t just any woman. She was a viscountess, and that title demanded respect.

  “If you’ll allow me a few days, I shall come personally to Beaudrics and settle the matter.” She made her way toward the house.

  If he’d had clothes on, Gabriel would have confronted the man. Not only was the fellow’s conduct offensive, he was also mistaken. He had paid all his wife’s accounts.

  “I won’t be put off, Lady Laramore. Either I speak to his lordship, or I get a bank draft from you.”

  Gabriel paid no heed as to who saw him trail the collector. Uninvited and unwelcome, the man continued pursuing Carmody into the manor.

  “I haven’t…” Carmody stepped back toward the staircase as Gabriel entered.

  He let loose a roar that spun the man around.

  “Lord Laramore!” Silas rushed from the kitchen. “I’m sorry, milady. his lordship’s cat must have given you a terrible fright. I’ll take him away immediately.”

  “His cat?” She looked at the tiger in surprise. “His real cat?”

  “You have a lion in your home?” Tavish appeared visibly shaken, pleasing Gabriel.

  “He’s a tiger, sir.” Silas replied. “Very tame, extremely docile. He didn’t mean to startle you, milady.”

  “Wait.” Carmody moved toward Gabriel with a cautious step. “Can I touch him?”

  “Of course, milady.” Silas backed away. “He especially likes being scratched behind the ears.”