His Grace, The Duke: Second Sons Book Two

Burke’s door rattled and Rosalie stiffened, glancing over her shoulder. From her spot on the sofa, she could see through into his room. Renley stepped inside first, followed quickly by Burke. Her breath caught when she noted that Renley was shirtless. He looked once around the room before spotting the open door. Then his eye settled on Rosalie. He glanced at Burke. “What are you—”

“I lied,” Burke said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Go to her. She’s waiting for you.”

She’d come too far to doubt herself now. She stood, extending a hand to him, and said the only words that made sense. “Tom…please.”

Calling him by name snapped his restraint. As he strode into her room, she tugged on her chemise, dropping it from her shoulders. It swished to the floor, leaving her naked. He was on her in a few strides, his mouth colliding with hers in a hungry kiss. She sighed into it, feeling the press of his bare chest against hers.

His hands were in her hair, on her shoulders, then grazing down her sides as he bent her backwards with the force of his kiss. She gasped for breath as his rough hands slid over her backside. Renley lifted her clean off her feet, hooking her legs around his hips. She clung to him as he brought her over to the wall, pressing her against it. She licked and teased, matching his eagerness. She could taste the sweet notes of brandy on his tongue. He held tight to her bare thighs, grinding against her until she felt ready to come apart.

“I want you,” she panted. “Make me yours, Tom.”

“Never to wake,” he said against her lips. “God, never—”

“Put her on the bed,” came Burke’s deep voice.

She gasped as Renley’s hold on her tightened, then he was walking. He set her down on the edge of the four-poster, dropping to his knees between her legs.

“Lie back,” he murmured.

She let herself sink backwards onto the soft mattress.

“Give Burke your hands,” he directed.

Burke took her wrists and stretched her arms up over her head, pinning them to the bed. His face loomed over hers. “Do you trust us, love?”

Her chest rose and fell with each breath as she held his gaze. Renley’s hands were on her thighs, his breath warm between her legs. The sensation raised gooseflesh down her arms. “Yes.”

Burke smiled, kissing her forehead. “We are going to cherish you, Rosalie. Give us your body, and we will make it our temple.”

“It’s yours,” she said on a breath. “Take it—ah—”

Renley began to tease her. He sucked and played, driving her wild. Burke swallowed her cries with his mouth as Renley pressed two fingers inside her, then he devoured her, humming his pleasure at her every sound. But each time she started to clench around his fingers, he pulled out, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

Burke watched, keeping her hands pinned. “He’s teasing you, love. He knows what you want. I think he expects you to beg for it.”

She whined, feeling herself coiling tighter. “Please—”

“You are so beautiful like this,” he murmured. “Look at how he pleases you.”

Renley continued his caresses. She could feel the smile on his lips as he listened to Burke’s words. With another teasing lick, she spiraled higher.

“He is on his knees,” Burke went on. “Don’t ask for his permission. Take control. My sweet siren bows to no one.” With those words, he let her go.

On instinct she curled forward, digging her hands into Renley’s hair. He groaned as she pressed forward with her hips, riding his face. His fingers dug into her thighs as he pulled her closer. Her pleasure escaped her in a low moan. Shaking like a leaf, she collapsed on the bed.

Renley sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with a confident smile. Behind her, Burke shed his robe. He stood naked in the firelight, the lean muscles of his body tense. He stretched out on the bed, reaching for her. “Come here, little siren.”

Her heart raced at the look of want in his stormy eyes. Still feeling boneless, she crawled up the bed and into his arms. He kissed her, his hardness pressing into her hip. She melted into him.

The bed dipped as Renley laid down behind her. He was naked now too, curling into her with a hand on her thigh. He brushed kisses over her shoulder.

Burke broke their kiss. “Face Tom, love.”

She turned and he pulled her hips flush with his, his cock nestled tight against her. Renley wasted no time claiming her lips again. She could taste herself on his tongue. It made her ravenous.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. Taking her hand in his, he put it flat on his chest. “Touch me, Rose.”

Her hands did their best to memorize the shape and location of each of his tattoos. She traced the anchor with her fingers, the cross, the ship in full sail at his shoulder. He pressed in with his hips as her other hand wrapped around his cock. She smiled, feeling it pulse in her hand.

Burke scooted closer, his hand smoothing over the curve of her backside. “Rosalie…have you ever been taken here?”

Her breath caught as she broke her kiss with Renley. “No. Never.”

Burke leaned closer. “Imagine it, love. You could have us both. Would you like that?”

She took a shaky breath. “Would…will it hurt?”

“Pressure more than pain,” Renley murmured, kissing her lips, her chin. “And only at first. Then it’s only pleasure.”

Rosalie felt safe with them in a way no other man had ever made her feel safe. Slowly, she nodded. “I want you both,” she breathed. “Tell me what do.”

Both men groaned with anticipation.

Burke’s voice was like warm honey in her ear. “First, I want to watch you ride Tom’s cock. Would you like that?”

Her heart raced at the look of desire mirrored in Renley’s eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Then our sweet siren will cry out our names as we claim you together,” Burke said, knowing exactly what his words were doing to them. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she repeated, eyes still on Renley. She was shaking with need. “Tom, I want you. Please, make love to me. I want to feel you everywhere. Please—”

“Enough.” Rolling onto his back, he dragged her with him. “Come here, sweet goddess. Need to feel that perfect, sweet cunt.” He helped position her over his hips. She was aching with the need to be filled. His cock jumped as she slid her hips forward, coating him in her wetness. “Let me feel you.” He shifted his hips. “Need you—”

Burke’s hand gripped Renley’s shoulder. “Slow down, sailor. You’re not riding our sweet siren bare.”

Renley blinked, his haze of desire broken as Burke handed him a French letter. With a curt nod, Burke helped him shift her backwards off his hips. Rosalie let out a little frustrated cry. What was it about these men that she was so ready to abandon all reason? She’d chastise herself for it later. Now she just took a shaky breath, watching as Renley wrapped his cock with the letter.

“Don’t come before I get inside her,” Burke warned, his hands smoothing down the curve of her back.

Renley nodded, eyes only for Rosalie. He held her by the hips, helping her shift forward again.

“Take him slow,” Burke murmured. “Nice and easy, love.”

With one hand, she angled Renley’s cock up, letting it settle at her entrance. He lifted his hips, and she felt the tip slide in.

“Look at me,” Renley said, his voice raw.

She held his gaze as she sank down onto him, letting her hips settle as she adjusted to his size. Renley’s grip tightening on her hips as he flexed.

“How does he feel?” Burke asked, his hand still on her hip.

“So good,” she replied on a breath, loving the way her body fit with his. Warmth spread from her chest and down her arms.

Burke leaned in, a heated glint in his eyes. “Claim him, love. Make him yours.”

Rosalie pressed down with her hips and started to move. Renley’s hands were everywhere at once—her hair, her shoulders, her breasts. He pulled her down to him, even as he arched up, seeking her mouth. Their kisses were open and eager.

“I wanted you from the first,” she said between kisses. “One look in your eyes and I was lost.”

His hand slipping between them. “Come for me.” He rubbed circles on her sensitive bud. “Need to feel you come on my cock.”

The ache was building. She sat back, reaching blindly for Burke. He shifted closer and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her breathless as Renley pleasured her. Renley shifted his hips and she gasped. Her core clenched tight as she cried out against Burke’s lips. Release rolled through her until she was sagging in Burke’s arms.

Renley lay beneath her, panting for breath. “So good. Burke, now,” he muttered. “I can’t—do it now—”

Her languid body folded over onto Renley’s warm chest. His arms wrapped around her as he murmured incoherently in her ear. Burke shifted off the bed, but she was too disoriented to follow his movements. He came behind her on his knees, straddling Renley’s legs. “Are you ready for me, love?”

She nodded.

Renley shifted beneath her. “Do you have—”

“Right here,” Burke replied.

Renley grunted his approval. “Ease into it.”

Rosalie’s senses slowly came back to her. Her vision sharpened. She could feel the sweat on Renley’s chest against her cheek. Renley was still inside her and Burke was behind her, one hand on her hip.

“We have oil to make it easier,” Renley murmured. “He’s going to start with his fingers.”

She lifted up on shaky hands, looking over her shoulder in time to see Burke pour a liberal amount of oil into his hand. She was unable to control her gasp as she felt the first drip of oil.

“So beautiful. You take Tom so well, love. You’re both perfect. I want you so badly.” Then his fingers were on her, stroking over her entrance.

“Relax,” Renley murmured. “Look at me, Rose. Look only at me.”

She held his gaze as Burke’s finger eased in. She bit her lip, letting her body settle into the new sensation.

Renley watched her. “How does it feel?”

“Strange,” she replied on a sharp exhale. “I—ah—”

Burke was pressing in with two fingers now. “You’re so tight, love. You were made for us. Look how well you take us both.”

Her eyes shut tight as Renley kissed her. He lifted his hips, moving inside her. “I can feel him too,” he said on a breath. “God, I want to feel you both.”

“She’s ready,” Burke muttered, his hand on her hip while he pressed in with his fingers.

“Go slow,” Renley replied. He looked at Rosalie. “Are you ready?”

She nodded.

“Use your words.” He cupped her face to hold her gaze. “Tell us.”

“Yes,” she said on a breath. “I want you both. Burke, please. I want you inside me. Please, you’re mine. My Horatio. My Burke—”

Burke gripped her face with his free hand and leaned over her back, skin against skin, and kissed her. His passion was barely contained. She felt the intensity of his need pulsing through him. It only made her own spiral higher. These men would be the death of her. She braced her forehead on Renley’s chest as Burke put his hand on her hip and lined himself up.

“Nice and slow,” Renley warned.

She gasped, feeling the tip of Burke’s cock pressing against her entrance.

“Breathe, Rose,” Renley murmured. “It’s going to feel so good. You were made to be with us. Right here…just like this…”

She took a shaky breath, trying to keep herself still. The pressure was overwhelming. It made her tremble. Burke and Renley both groaned as he inched in.

Renley shifted beneath her. “God help me—Burke—”

She’d never felt so full in her life. Both men were murmuring, Burke’s hands on her hips and Renley’s on her thighs. She could feel them both—their hardness, their length. Burke slid in another inch, settling with a soft thrust. “You’re ours. Do you feel this? Feel how we complete you?”

She whimpered, hands shaking as she tried to stay perfectly still. This was agony. It was ecstasy.

“Such a good girl.” Renley brushed his lips against hers. “He’s almost there.”

With a slow exhale, Burke gripped her waist with both hands and pressed in until his hips settled behind her. They all let out a collective breath. He smoothed his hands over her hips. “That’s it, love. How does it feel?”

“So full,” she murmured, blinking away tears. Body full. Heart and soul full. How was she ever going to survive them?

“I’m dying,” Renley said beneath her. “She’s so tight. I can’t—Burke, you have to move. God—please—move.”

Burke’s grip tightened on her hips. “Push in, Tom. Deep as you can.”

Renley shifted beneath her, angling his hips forward. The fullness left a deep ache inside her. Was it even possible she could come again?

“Hold her still,” Burke said, leaning over her to kiss her shoulder. She could feel his body tensing, the calm before the storm. Beneath her, Renley was hard as stone, his hips holding steady. “No one comes until I say,” Burke growled in her ear.

Suddenly, he was moving. She cried out, pressing her face into Renley’s tattooed chest as Burke drove into her. Beneath her, Renley’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back. Burke’s breath came out in sharp pants as he seated himself to the hilt over and over. She could do nothing as Burke sent them all careening towards the edge of a cliff. He curled his body over hers, his hand snaking between her legs to give her more pleasure. At the first touch of his fingers on her sensitive bud, she clenched tighter.

Renley felt it all. “Burke—”

“Not yet,” Burke snapped. “Hold on.”

Renley’s grip on her hips tightened. She’d surely have bruises in the morning. Each time these men touched her, they brought her to new heights of pleasure. Her aching core couldn’t take much more. The tightness was almost unbearable. With each thrust, the sensation built. She was so close. Bliss was at her fingertips.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please—”

Burke deepened his thrusts, pounding into her.

“Christ, I can feel you both,” Renley panted, his voice pained. “Burke—I need you.”

He reached blindly for his friend, grabbing Burke’s forearm, and pulling him forward. Rosalie was pressed between them, filled by them. She watched as Renley took Burke by the hair and jerked his face closer. Their lips met in a frenzied kiss—a clashing of teeth and tongues that made both men groan.

Watching them together, Rosalie shattered. With a cry, she felt her release course through her, shooting all the way down to her toes. She was breathless, shaking as it crested.

Renley broke his kiss with Burke, head falling back as his body stiffened. “Christ, save me.”

Behind her, Burke started moving again, his breath coming out in pants as he increased his intensity. “That’s it, love,” he said between thrusts. “Do you want Tom to come inside you? He’s aching for it. Look at him. Look at your power over him.”

She moaned, letting herself look at Renley—his beautiful blue eyes, the sharp lines of his jaw, his halo of golden curls splayed slicked with sweat. He was so beautiful. He looked back at her with such raw, open need. His hands gripped tighter to her hips as he started moving in tandem with Burke.

“Tom,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his. “Give yourself to me.”

With a growl, he gripped tight to her hips and started thrusting up into her.

Feeling Burke and Renley moving together inside her was a new kind of paradise. She threw her head back, eyes closed tight, letting their passion spiral her higher and higher. Together, her men would make her fly. They would always give her exactly what she needed.

“We’re going to come inside you, sweet siren,” Burke said, his voice low in her ear. “Fill you. Own you. You belong to us.”

“Yes. Oh god—”

Burke’s hand snaked between her and Renley, his fingers working her bud until she was trembling. He curled over her, pressing her closer to Renley. “Come one more time. Let us feel it.”

With two more thrusts, Renley lifted his hips, burying himself deep as he came. Burke followed right behind, his warm release filled her. At the same time, he pressed down with his thumb. Rosalie cried out a final release. It was all she could do to keep the splintering pieces of her soul together as they ruined her so beautifully, so completely. Coming down from the high, only one thought remained: she was irrevocably lost to them.

Rosalie was in a daze. She didn’t know how or when it happened, but she was being carried in Renley’s arms back towards the bed. She wore a fresh chemise, her body washed clean. He’d been so gentle as he tended to her, whispering soft words of affirmation. He kissed her forehead before setting her down on the bed.

Burke was waiting for them, his head propped up on one arm. The intensity of his gaze had her feeling weak all over again. “Come here,” he said, holding out his hand.

She shifted over, her whole body weak and shaky.

Burke wrapped her in his arms, weaving his legs in with hers. He kissed her forehead, her temple, her tender lips. “Do you know what you mean to me?” he whispered, bringing her hand to his lips, and pressing kisses to each finger. “Do you have any earthly idea?”

She nuzzled into him, letting his words shelter her like a warm blanket. Movement behind her made her turn. Renley was still standing beside the bed. Her heart raced for a moment as she considered the thought that he might leave. She reached out her hand. “Please, don’t go,” she whispered. “Stay with me…with us.”

Renley glanced over at Burke, a hopeful yet wary look in his eye. Whatever look Burke returned, it was enough to have Renley sinking onto the bed. Rosalie twisted in Burke’s hold, reaching for Renley with both hands. He came to her, sliding close enough to touch her from hip to knee. She soaked in the features of his beautiful face and knew he was doing the same.

Behind her, Burke nuzzled her neck.

“Tomorrow, everything changes,” she murmured.

“Everything and nothing,” Burke replied, kissing her shoulder.

“The house will be full of people who won’t understand us…won’t understand this,” she added. “I won’t see any of you ruined or compromised because of me.”

“Leave our reputations to us,” Burke muttered. “Yours is the only one that matters.”

Renley inched closer to kiss her forehead. “You’re safe with us, Rose.”

The words should have been a balm, instead they set her on edge. She didn’t know what was coming next. Tomorrow the house would fill with gossips and social climbers. She’d have to contend day in and day out with a despondent duke, a domineering duchess, and a parade of preening ladies and their eagle-eyed mamas.

This peace wasn’t meant to last. This joy, this feeling of utter contentment in their arms—it could never last. It was the most resounding lesson of her life. The first to learn, the deepest to scar. Nothing, especially love, lasted forever.

But she could give herself this moment. Nestled between her two beautiful men, cherished and protected, she would let herself feel everything in her heart. Tonight, she would dream of it, a beautiful dream of forever.

And in the morning, she would wake.