Free The Conquest by Julia Templeton

would her father’s trusted soldiers?
    A strange noise carried out into the night, coming from the vicinity of the bakehouse. Who on earth would be there at such a time? Had Elspeth and Antony met here instead?
    Nervous, Rhiannon inched toward the door, which was already slightly ajar, but she could not see anything through the tiny space. Pushing the door open a little more, she looked inside and her heart gave a hard jolt upon seeing Adelstan. She nearly said his name, but was stopped short of doing so when she realized all was not right. She could not see all of him, but his head fell back on his shoulders, his eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, and he breathed hard.
    A feminine moan came again, and Rhiannon opened her mouth in outrage when she nudged the door open a sliver more to find Machara on her knees, sucking Adelstan’s cock.
    Though part of Rhiannon wanted desperately to slam the door, she knew doing so would make her look extremely childish and jealous.
    Damn him!
    Adelstan shifted on his feet, his fingers gripping the whore’s hair, his hips slowly pumping against her mouth.
    “Do ye like that?” Machara asked, one hand holding his hard cock still as she smiled up at Adelstan, who nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded.
    “Ye can come whenever ye like. I do not mind. Ye can make it up to me another night.”
    Having brought herself to orgasm, Rhiannon knew Adelstan must be experiencing the same or similar sensations. If only that were her mouth on Adelstan’s cock instead of the servant’s, whose head now moved back and forth with great speed.
    Adelstan’s thick length, slick with saliva, disappeared and appeared in rapid succession.
    As she stared, Rhiannon’s nipples grew sensitive, and heat wove its way through her veins, down low in her belly, to her sex, which pulsed with the need to be filled.
    Machara’s hands cupped the high cheeks of Adelstan’s ass as her mouth worked him into a frenzy. A deep, primal moan vibrated from within his chest, and Rhiannon felt it all the way to her bones.
    Adelstan thrust a few more times, and released a pleased moan as he reached climax, pumping slowly against the servant’s mouth.
    His hands cupped Machara’s cheeks, and he smiled softly, obviously pleased with her performance. Machara went back on her heels and smiled up at him, wiping his seed from her lips with her fingers.
    Rhiannon noted Adelstan’s cock still appeared semihard. Her own sex tightened looking at him, envisioning the large length inside her now weeping sheath.
    Her body burned for him.
    “Tomorrow night I shall make it up to you,” Adelstan said, pulling up his braies and tying them.
    “I shall count the minutes until then,” Machara said, a confident smile on her face.
    Rhiannon rolled her eyes and ignored the piercing envy that nearly choked her.
    Adelstan reached for Machara and kissed her gently. The woman sighed, her arms encircling his neck. Rhiannon took a step backward, being careful not to alert the two in any way.
    However, Machara must have seen her from the corner of her eye because she gasped. A second later Adelstan whipped open the door.
    “Lady Rhiannon,” he said, looking alarmed.
    Rhiannon pretended to be closing the chapel door behind her. She hoped he could not see how red her cheeks were. Indeed, it was all she could do to make eye contact with him.
    “Good evening, Sir Adelstan,” she said, hoping she sounded surprised. Rhiannon didn’t look at Machara, but she noted the woman’s hand rested possessively on Adelstan’s bicep.
    “Are you coming from the chapel?” Adelstan asked, shutting the bakehouse door behind him.
    Rhiannon nodded. “Aye, I could not sleep, so I decided that perhaps prayer would help.”
    Machara’s brows rose, but she remained quiet.
    Rhiannon intentionally let her gaze shift from Adelstan to Machara and back again. “What are the two of ye up to?”
    “Machara needed my assistance.”
    The servant’s lips quirked.
    “This time