by Sarah Thorn
One hand continued to hold himself up, and the other groped at her breasts, even as their tongues danced together.
“Oh, God,” Annabelle groaned into the man’s mouth. Something she had not felt before was growing in her loins, deep within her. It was a feeling that she could hardly bear, it felt so good. It was a growing sensation, hot between her thighs, in the pit of her stomach. An orgasm rocked her body, and then she was crying out, so loudly that the Duke laughed and covered her mouth with his hand, so no one would think a woman was being attacked and come searching upstairs.
Her body quaked, and spasms tore through her inner walls, the sensation on Bertram’s cock as her vagina squeezed him unlike anything he had felt with any other woman. It was almost too much, but he didn’t want the feeling to end, he wasn’t ready to finish, so he fought off his own orgasm.
He kissed her once more, and then he pulled out of her and the girl let a look of worry flash across her face. “Is that all? Did I do something wrong?”
Bertram grinned and shook his head.
“No my love, nothing wrong at all.”
And then his strong hands were on her waist, and he was moving her, rolling her over. He tugged on her waist so she went onto her hands and knees, and he positioned himself behind her, and once more he was sliding inside of her tight, wet pussy.
His rough hands were on the cheeks of her rear, squeezing and gripping almost painfully, but Annabelle never wanted him to stop. He pumped in and out of her at a furious pace, the sound of her rear and his pelvis making an audible slapping sound each time he pushed into her.
He couldn’t hold off for long, her womanhood was too tight, the sex too good. He felt himself nearing climax, and he had the mind to pull out just as he came. The Duke gripped his own cock and jerked his hand back and forth, spraying thick strands of semen over the girl’s plump, pale ass. She lay down on her stomach as he did so, breathing heavily. Their bodies were slick with sweat, which shone in the moonlight.
“I can’t go back down there,” she said softly, and the Duke laughed as he moved to lay next to her.
“Take a moment, they’ll never know,” he said.
“You ripped my small clothes.”
“Well, don’t make love with anyone else, and they won’t know you aren’t wearing any,” he said with a wink.
“That’s what you call that? Making love?” Annabelle asked.
“What would you call it?” Bertram asked.
“Being used,” Annabelle said with a grin to the man. “But I enjoyed it.”
“Marry me my sweet lady. Marry me, and I will use you often.”
Annabelle began to laugh. “I should return.”
“Are you going to speak with Duke Blackburn?”
Annabelle nodded. “Does that bother you?”
“No. He may speak to you. With his words or with his manhood. If anything, I am confident that my cock can speak better than any man’s.”
Annabelle smiled as she stood up. She kept her skirt hiked above her hips as she bent to retrieve her torn small clothes. She wiped his semen off of her bottom with the small clothes, and then dropped them back to the floor. Certainly some servant was in for surprise on the next morrow.
“I like your confidence, Bertram,” the young girl said.
“And I like you and your body,” the Duke said, shocking Annabelle and making her blush.
They worked in silence to make themselves presentable, and then she left first to return to the party. Bertram would wait a few moments and then follow her down.
Chapter 5
Annabelle found Duke Blackburn dancing with another young woman and so she waited in his line of view until the dance had finished. She was glad when he dismissed the other woman and approached her.
“Would you care to dance?” the man asked her.
“I would rather speak with you,” Annabelle said.
“Very well. How about a stroll through the garden, if it would not make you too cold?”
“Yes,” Anna said, nodding.
The air was chill, but the Duke gave her his jacket, and it was a nice stroll. The garden on the grounds was beautiful and secluded, and they were the only ones walking in it, except for Mrs. Clack 20 paces behind them. They found a bench near a fountain and sat. Anna expected the Duke to ask her for a kiss and she was quite dismayed when he did not.
“Why do you want to marry me?” Annabelle said as they looked at one another. “I fear you do not find me beautiful.”
Duke Blackburn laughed. “Who says I don’t find you beautiful?”
“Duke Sutherland was quite forward with his compliments.”
“I want a many great things from you,” Duke Blackburn said. “You are beautiful, and I desire you greatly, but I am slightly older than Duke Sutherland, and I must confess that I’ve learned, desire often grows with love.”
“You desire me?”
“I do.”
“I’m yours, if you’ll take me.”
“And I would. But I want you on our wedding night, and not a moment before. But I will give you something of me,” he added, and they leaned together and kissed. Where Bertram was rough and passionate, Duke Blackburn was soft and tender. There was still passion there, but the kiss was electrifying in a way the other man’s wasn’t. He felt as though he was holding back, and it made Annabelle want him even more. When he broke away she leaned forward, stealing one more kiss.
“Please,” she said after planting her lips on his but then breaking it again. “I want you to want me.”
“I do,” the Duke said in a whisper. His voice brushed her ears sensually. She could feel his desire, and she put a hand on his leg, and her fingertips could sense the bulge at his crotch.
“Take me.”
“I will. If we are married.”
“You’re saving yourself for marriage?” the young woman asked.
“I am not. I am saving you for marriage,” he said.
Annabelle had never wanted anything more in her life. She desired him, wanted him to tear her clothes off, to make love to her under the moon. She knew he would make love to her. Bertram had fucked her. Duke Blackburn would not do that. His hands would be soft, electric like his kisses.
“Take me,” Annabelle said again.
“Marry me.”
Anna began to feel frustrated. She had just had a man inside her, but here she was, her loins screaming for Duke Blackburn, and he would not give in to her. It drove her wild.
“Please,” she begged.
“Marry me,” he said again.
Anna stood up and huffed. She spun on the man. “You are pig headed!” she said, suddenly angry, unable to think clearly. She wanted the man inside her so badly.
Duke Blackburn laughed, which made her even madder, and she spun and rushed for the manor.
She went upstairs, wishing to be alone, and found another room, drawing room of sorts with a balcony. She went outside and stood in the breeze. She still had Duke Blackburn’s jacket around her shoulders, and she held it around her.
“There you are,” a voice said, and she turned to see Bertram.
“I do not wish to speak,” she said.
“Things did not go well with Duke Blackburn? Then I am the winner, am I not?”
Annabelle narrowed her eyes. “No, you are not. I enjoyed what we did, and I will never regret it, as long as I live. But to you, I am just another warm woman in a cold bed, am I not? You will never stop doing what you do, and I don’t think I wish to be a wife who sits at home alone, while another woman warms you.”
“That’s not fair,” Bertram started.
“Goodnight, Duke Sutherland,” Annabelle said shortly, and the man knew not to argue. He left, and she turned to gaze out at the grounds again.
She never heard Duke Blackburn sneak up upon her, indeed didn’t know he was there until he was wrapping his arms around her from behind. He pushed against her, and she felt his penis harden against the cheeks of her ass, the cheeks w
hich Bertram had expelled the contents of his testicles across. Knowing that she had so freshly been penetrated, and having another man harden against it, it made her slicken once more down there, and made her knees weak.
“I want you,” Duke Blackburn said against the nape of her neck, and then he was kissing her there. It made her flesh tingle, and then his hand dipped down, and he was gathering her skirt up. When he felt her, he made no mention of the fact that she wore no smallclothes. She was wet, and his fingertip found her clitoris, tucked under a fold of skin. It sent shockwaves through her system.
“I thought you did not wish to make love to me,” she groaned.
“Then you were not listening. I do, but I will not. Still, there are other things I could do,” he said. The man used his hands to turn her around, and he held her skirt out to her. She held it up and he knelt down. He lifted one leg over his shoulder, and then his lips were against the lips between her legs.
His tongue lapped along her slit, and then pushed into her. She groaned and moaned. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, and Anna used her free hand to grip the short hair on the back of his head.
“Oh my,” she said, and it was all she could think while the man brought her to an orgasm that was more intense than the one she had had just half an hour ago. When he was done the man stood up, and helped her smooth her skirt down.
“Marry me,” he said again, and she threw her arms around him and kissed him. She tasted herself, and it made her smile. Duke Blackburn was giving. He was kind, and gentle, and he had made her feel like no man ever had, or ever would.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I will, under one condition.”
“What is that?” he asked.
“Don’t stop doing that, even after we marry.”
Duke Blackburn laughed and kissed his young fiance on the cheek. “I will not,” he promised.
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THE END
Table of Contents
REGENCY Romance - A Duchess in Distress
PARANORMAL Highlander Romance - Protected by the Highlander
MAIL ORDER BRIDE - The Mountain Bride
MAIL ORDER BRIDE - A Sheriff’s Heart
MAIL ORDER BRIDE - A Bride’s Destiny
MAIL ORDER BRIDE - A Bride’s Hope
MAIL ORDER BRIDE - A Heart in the West
MAIL ORDER BRIDE - The Gambler’s Bride
MOTORCYCLE Romance – Outlaw Bad Boy Biker
ALPHA BILLIONAIRE Romance - Bad Boy Billionaire
BWWM Romance - The Russian’s Secret Love Child: Octavia’s Story
BWWM Boss Romance - The Russian’s Love Child – Ella’s Story
BWWM MAFIA Romance - The Russian’s Love Child: Nicki’s Story
BWWM Bad Boy Romance - The Billionaire’s Love Child: Brianne’s Story
SPORTS Romance - More Than a Game
SPORTS Romance - My Stepbrother’s Game – A College Hockey Romance
SPORTS Romance - Hotter Than Ice
SPORTS Romance - Not With the Coach
COLLEGE OLDER MAN Romance - Studied by my Dad’s Best Friend
WESTERN BILLIONAIRE Romance - A Heart in Trouble
WESTERN BILLIONAIRE Romance - Gold in Texas
COLLEGE Romance Collection – College Desires
CLEAN REGENCY Romance - Saved From a Scoundrel
REGENCY Romance – Dancing with a Duke
REGENCY Romance - Rescued From a Rake
REGENCY Romance - A Rake’s Temptation
REGENCY Romance - A Duchess in Disguise
PARANORMAL Highlander Romance - Protected by the Highlander
The forest near Drummond Castle was deep, dark and full of wildlife. Drummond Castle, the home of Laird Irvine of Shee, Chief of the Irvine Clan, was a huge granite fortress on top of Ben Shee, one of Scotland's highest mountains. Most members of the three thousand strong Irvine Clan lived in small fortified settlements around the castle.
Eana Irvine, the Laird's daughter, grew up without friends or siblings and spent most of her time wandering through the forest, watching wildlife and gathering wild herbs. All her life, she'd been desperately lonely. Nobody except her parents talked to her, in fact, most people turned their backs when they saw her, and all the children in the clan had been warned to stay away from her.
Eana loved June; it was her favorite month. Not only was it the month in which she was born, nineteen years ago, but it was the month in which the forest really came to life. As spring gave way to summer, the pine trees began to throw off their woody scent, and animals busied themselves with the task of bringing their young into the world.
As she always did, Eana left the castle by the back entrance at nine in the morning and took the steep path down the mountainside, to the blanket of trees which stretched from Ben Shee down into the glen below. She was proud to wear the tartan of her father's clan. She always wore a full-length skirt and shawl in the black and blue colors the clan had fought wars to protect. As she took the path into the forest, a deer stopped in its track and looked at her for a second, before jumping over a fallen tree and disappearing. Descending all the time, she followed the path as it wound it's way between the trees, eventually reaching the stream in the bottom of the glen. It was Eana's favorite place, a small clearing on the valley floor next to the water. She sat on a rock, reached down and untied her shoes. The water was cold and made her gasp as she put her feet in. She leaned forward and saw her reflection, the face of a beautiful young woman, flickering in the ripples. Her strawberry blonde hair fell forwards framing her face, and as she brushed it back, she saw a terrible witch.
Eana was lonely because she had powers others were terrified of. If she hadn't been the daughter of Laird Irving, she was sure that she would already have been burned alive. She had no idea what she had done to deserve it, but someone had given her special powers. There was no evil in her thoughts or powers, as everyone imagined, only goodness. Three days ago she'd seen a bird hopping around on the forest floor, it's wing broken. All she did was look at it and wish it could fly again, and it did. It's wing straightened against its body, and it flew up and into the sky. When these things happened, it gave her a magnificent feeling, but there was a price to pay, her social exclusion.
''There she is,'' Angus whispered to his brother, Bran. The two men were dressed in the tartan of the Sutherland Clan, the largest and most aggressive clan in Scotland. The Sutherland Clan killed people for fun, but on this day it was serious. Laird Sutherland had sent his sons to find and kill Eana.
''She's full of evil, a witch. She has strange powers. Find her, kill her and bring her body back to me,'' he'd told them.
''It's a pity to kill such a beautiful woman,'' Angus whispered.
Bran looked at her as he crouched behind a tree and nodded in agreement. ''The most beautiful I have ever seen. But we must not defy father.''
''Perhaps we can have a little fun with her before we slay her?'' Angus looked exactly like his father. He was big, six feet three, and quite fat. His red hair was wild, and his beard hung down to his chest. Wrapped in red and white tartan, he looked intimidating.
''Yes, that's a good idea. We can have her first,'' Bran said, his cheeks puffed and red with the exertion of walking ten miles.
Eana felt goose pimples and knew she should put her shoes back on. Years of conditioning had taught her that when she felt goose pimples, danger was imminent. As she fastened her laces, she scanned the trees looking for anything that would confirm how she felt. She saw nothing. She stood and began to walk back from where she had come. When she heard the sound of breaking wood, she began to run up the hill as fast as she could.
''Quick, she's seen us,'' Angus said, jumping up and running after her, his brother following close behind. They ran down the hill, jumped over the stream and began to follow Eana up the other side of the glen. She looked behind her and saw them, two large red-haired men, in vivid tartan bearing down on her. She knew they were Sutherland Clan, and the thought of wha
t they would do to her if they caught her made her sprint. She was slight, fit and remarkably fast, but the brothers had longer strides, and they soon began to catch her. If, as everyone thought, she'd had any powers of evil she would have used them to stop her pursuers, but what use were her well intended powers in this situation?
The path became much steeper, and Eana slowed as the muscles in her legs began to burn. The two brothers although overweight were strong and they were now just yards behind her.
There's only one way, she thought. She left the path and ran to the left along the hillside, weaving in and out of the trees and ducking under branches. The two large men began to slow, their bodies not as agile as Eana's. She'd learned a few things about warfare from her father. He'd always told her having knowledge of the ground was a great advantage in a fight. She hoped it would be now.
''We're catching her,'' Angus shouted when he saw Eana slowing. Eana was standing with her hands on her knees, totally exhausted, unable to run another foot.
''Grab her,'' Angus shouted. He lunged forward and put out his arms to take hold of her, but she ducked and rolled away to the side, down an embankment. Angus, unable to stop his bulk from moving forward, fell over the cliff. Bran was able to stop himself, and when he looked down, he saw his beloved brother's body career into the rocks two hundred feet below.
Eana got up and started to run back up the hill. Bran wasn't capable of continuing the chase. All he could do was cry out his brother's name and vomit at the sight of his contorted body.
*****
Laird Irving wiped his brow on his tartan sleeve and sat down next to the huge fireplace in the castle's grand hall. He looked at his wife and smiled. He'd married her twenty-five years earlier. Not for a single second in all those years had he had any regrets about marrying her. She'd given him a beautiful daughter and she'd always been ready to give her advice at times when he'd had no idea how to proceed.
''I've spoken to him,'' he said.
''What did he say?'' she asked. Her husband was older now, but still very attractive, she thought. He was a big man, and she felt protected by him. Strong and athletic he was fiercely loyal to his clan and despite being heavily outnumbered by the Sutherland clan, he'd always stood his ground. The deep scar on his left cheek was a testimony to that.