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

hand. Victor’s cock felt even larger now and she glanced up at him. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut as he reveled in her kisses. His lashes were thick on his cheeks and she never found him more beautiful. Her mouth closed over him again and she took him deep in her throat as Cabot moved to enter her.
    “You’re so small, Violet,” Cabot said on a breath. “Take me. Take all of me.”
    He eased inside of her and she wriggled her bottom. He gave one cheek a light slap then began to move in and out of her. “This feels so good,” he groaned.
    “Her mouth, Cabot,” Victor gasped. “I’m going to come. So help me, I’m going to come!”
    She sucked and licked at him and barely registered his shout of completion as he came in her mouth. His taste was strong, delectable, and she swallowed. The next instant Cabot held on tight to her hips and began to pound into her.
    “Cabot!” she cried, trying to hold on as she twisted the sheets beneath in her hands. He worked at an angle and his cock touched on a place inside her that seemed ultrasensitive. “That feels… Oh!”
    He didn’t say anything to her inadequate exclamation. No, he just continued to take her harder and harder as she began to come. Victor must have recovered, for he drew her upward and shifted until she was clutching at his shoulders. When he cupped her breast, pinching one nipple, she climaxed. Cabot didn’t cease, just moved in and out of her as Victor held her close. Sobbing, she came again between them. As if from a distance she heard Cabot cry out himself as he spilled deep inside her.
    They collapsed on the bed, sweaty and tangled and sated. She couldn’t speak for them but she was exhausted. Her body still tingled and quivered, and she burrowed down into the soft coverlet. “I shall never forget this.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Cabot froze beside her. Her words brought reality crashing through his pleasure soaked brain. This time had a set end. He knew that. They weren’t meant for him. He caught Victor’s gaze, but saw nothing clear there. That was no surprise. The man wore a mask thicker than any other Hawk he’d ever seen.
    “We have until Christmas,” was all Victor said.
    Cabot nodded, taking the words at face value. He brought his lips to Violet’s flushed cheek and kissed her. “We’ll make it even more memorable, Violet.”
    She murmured something, not opening her eyes as she sighed. Memorable. Memories were all he would have left after they returned to Ralston. Ah, but what memories they were. Victor’s cock, deep in Violet’s mouth as his burly body arched sharply. Violet’s pert ass tight against his belly as he fucked her, urging two orgasms out of her before losing his own control.
    “You sucked Victor’s cock,” he observed. “I admit, I’ve longed to do that.”
    To his satisfaction, she opened her eyes at that. Interest filled their deep blue depths. “What? You would…” She licked her lips. “Oh, is that how you make love?”
    Victor’s cheeks turned a bit ruddy and Cabot longed to tease him a bit as well. He stifled the urge, knowing the man wasn’t as comfortable with banter as he was himself. “Not yet, no. Victor took me.”
    Her mouth fell open. “How?”
    He smiled and brushed the hair off his brow. Leveling her a look, he waited for her to grasp the possibility. A light came into her eyes and she arched a brow. “Victor took you. In your bottom?”
    Cabot nodded.
    “I fucked him, Violet,” Victor said. “Like I fucked you.”
    Cabot heard a thread of regret in his voice. A shade of trepidation. His gorgeous dark Hawk eyes were clouded and Cabot gave into the urge to reach across Violet’s slight form to grasp his shoulder in comfort. “He’s a magnificent lover, isn’t he?”
    He directed his words to Violet but caught Victor’s gaze. Heat simmered between them, enhanced now that they’d both had her. He’d never shared a woman. He’d never shared a man either, but these two made