Free Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Josie Dennis

straightened. “You and Ivy, Cabot?”
    “What? No!” he answered.
    She turned, her hands going to his shoulders. “Forgive me, Cabot! I have nerves of steel to presume you were only mine when I am clearly giving myself to both you and Victor.”
    They both stared at her and the words she’d spoken struck her. She was indeed giving herself to them and taking everything they had to offer. Her cheeks heated and it wasn’t a reaction to staring into their handsome faces.
    “Oh, I didn’t mean…” She couldn’t form an excuse for what she’d said. Her throat was thick as she realized she was putting too much of a demand on their broad shoulders.
    “I’m not only yours, Violet,” Cabot said.
    She knew that. Lord, she knew that very well. But to hear him say the words cut her in a way they definitely shouldn’t. “I know,” she said on a whisper. “You’re so pretty and there are so many lovely maids working here.”
    They glanced at each other, then Cabot smiled brightly. “I didn’t mean any other maids.”
    Her heart began to beat. “Then, who…” When Victor’s dark eyes heated, she knew. Cabot meant he was Victor’s!
    “You and Victor?” she asked dumbly. “Victor, you and Cabot?”
    Victor nodded. “Cabot and I.”
    Images crashed through her mind, blurry and heated. How would the two men be together? “I don’t care about the particulars,” she breathed. “I can’t wait to see the both of you together.”
    Cabot laughed again and there was a definite curve to Victor’s lips.
    “My, my,” Victor said. “Come here, Violet.”
    Her body leaned toward the two of them and Victor took her mouth in a searing kiss. His taste was stronger than she remembered, and her mouth watered for more of him. As Victor kissed her, Cabot worked the rest of her clothes free. She felt a slight chill, then her body heated from the fire and their hands on her skin.
    Victor picked her up and brought her over to the bed. She was naked now, reclining on the fine bed as she had been just yesterday. Desperately, she needed them to be as naked as she.
    “Do take off your clothes,” she said, coming up on her elbows.
    Cabot chuckled and Victor shrugged. “Should I have my valet strip me, Violet?”
    Her breath caught. “Teasing again, Victor?”
    He smiled, a larger expression this time. “I suppose I am.”
    Cabot grabbed Victor’s shoulders and worked his jacket free. Facing him, he kissed him as she watched. Her pussy was dripping wet now, her body clenching.
    “Oh, you’re kissing.” She swallowed thickly. “Take off your clothes, please.”
    They parted and each stripped. They were differently built, as she’d noted yesterday. Today however, with both of them naked, she could appreciate the differences and similarities. Cabot was sculpted and gorgeous, muscular yet lean. Victor was burly, more heavily muscled and powerful. How could she want them both? As they joined her on the bed she put the question out of her mind. She did. Plain and simply put, she wanted them both.
    “I’ll have a taste of you tonight,” Victor rasped, flicking his tongue over one nipple.
    She jumped, then arched into his mouth. He bit down briefly, sending a shaft of pleasure straight to her pussy. “Oh, Victor!”
    He released her nipple and gave it a long lick. “God, you’re delicious.” He kissed his way down over her belly and spread her thighs wide. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste your pussy.”
    His mouth covered her flesh and she bucked. In an instant Cabot was with her, kissing her deeply as he teased the breast Victor had left damp and wanting. His fingers were very skilled, his thumb grazing her nipple as Victor began to suck at her little nub of pleasure. She ran her fingers through Cabot’s silky blond hair as he lifted his head. His eyes were dark now, mirroring her desire.
    “Do you like what Victor’s doing?” he asked.
    “Y–yes,” she answered, nodding. “What both of you are doing,