My Lady's Pleasure (6 page)

Hands traveled over her body, moving so deftly and quickly she couldn’t possibly know which one belonged to which man. Fingers parted her legs and stroked the sensitive flesh there. She hadn’t wanted this but, oh, how she needed it. Her body burned, sparks of lust dancing over her skin.

One of their fingers found a secret spot, one she hadn’t even guessed at herself. She cried out at the shock, nearly floating off the bed.

“’Tis time, my lord.”

She opened her eyes, although nothing around her made any sense, flooded as she was with the sensations that had claimed her body. Trey had spoken, and now, he held out a tiny jar toward her husband. It caught the light of the lamp and sparkled like a jewel.

Ulric tipped his finger in and dabbed something that glistened onto the tip. The salve gave off a strong scent like perfume from a fir forest. Pleasant and green. Exhilarating.

He brought it to his nose and sniffed deeply. Then, smiling, he moved his hand to her breast and smoothed a tiny amount around her nipple. It chilled at first but then became a slow, soft burn. A whole new dimension of excitement built inside her. Now images blossomed in her mind, riding on a horse through the forest, the hooves kicking glittering snow into the evergreen boughs. The horse picked up speed, its back rolling between her spread legs as it galloped. She kicked it to make it run harder, faster.
More, more.
Then, the steed turned into a huge man beneath her as his hardness surged up into her.

No, wait. That was reality. Trey was holding her legs apart as her husband spread more of the ointment onto her private parts. His fingers went between the lips there to coat the sensitive inner petals. Again, the chill, followed by the heat. She burned with need so powerful she’d never imagined such feelings possible.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Making you ready, my lady,” Trey said.

“Stop. It’s too much.”

“Don’t worry. ‘Tis for your pleasure.” Her husband this time. She tried to focus on him, but his image blurred. The flickering of the light, or the fever in her brain?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

Sweet saints, she had no choice. He was the horse and the man and the cock. She’d ride him or spend a night of misery, empty and aching for him.

“I trust you,” she whispered.

“I will not hurt you,” he murmured against her ear.

“Now, my lord,” Trey said softly.

The bed creaked with his weight as he rolled onto his back. Then arms were lifting her. Trey’s. Ulric helped her to swing a leg over him. Trey still held her, poised above the enormous cock.

“Grasp him and bring him to your chamber,” Trey said softly. “Then, tell me when you’re ready.”

She found the pole of flesh easily enough. So thick, it dwarfed her fingers. Blindly she guided him to the entrance to her chamber, the very flesh he’d just anointed. Her body welcomed the contact. It knew, even if she hadn’t realized sooner, that he could end the ache and soothe the burning. When she had the head of his rod at her passage, she nodded. Trey lowered her slowly.

Her husband grunted loudly. “The ointment. It burns.”

“Restraint, my lord.”

“Aye,” he gritted.

She stretched to accept him, and immediately, a tendril of pain wound through the curtain of desire. If she went farther, he’d possess her fully. The Viking who’d overrun her home would own her. He’d drugged her with passion and wine and other mysterious things, and now he’d own her, too.

And yet, if she didn’t have him now, she’d have to beg him to take her later. Now that he’d created this appetite, she’d never find peace until she satisfied it. She had to ride the horse or lose her mind.

“More, please,” she whispered as she pushed herself down onto him. Trey still held her from behind, his arms beneath hers. He helped her to go slowly, and Ulric lay motionless.

Another stab of pain made her gasp, but her arousal could bear no more delay. She pushed down, hard, crying out in victory as his cock entered her passage.

“God’s teeth, you’re tight,” he shouted.

“Well done, my lady,” Trey whispered into her ear. “’Twill all be good from here.”

Good? The puny word couldn’t stand comparison with her reality. Her inner walls gripped the hardness, measuring each inch as her husband’s member passed inside her. Deep, to her very core. He moved, finally, pumping his hips slowly to drive himself in and out of her.

She moaned at the pure carnality of it, and her head fell back onto Trey’s shoulder. “Don’t stop. Don’t let him stop.”

“We’re here to serve you.” Trey nibbled at the tender curve where her neck met her shoulder. “Your lord husband and I.”

“Oh, yes.”

Ulric went harder and deeper.

“Yes!” she cried.

Trey’s hands moved over her body. He cupped her breasts, squeezed, and then tweaked the nipples gently. Energy surged through her as she approached the unknown. Her whole body thrummed with need.

Beneath her, her mate strained with each thrust. His breath came hard and fast. The male in full rut, nearing the end of his control. His hand released her hip and went to the place of their joining. He stroked her nether lips, parted them, and touched her nubbin.

Ah, yes. Just there.
The salve worked its magic, warming that most sensitive scrap of flesh. Impossible to climb higher, but she did. She hit the boundary and soared past into madness. A woman’s voice sent a shout toward the ceiling. Her own voice. Her queynt clenched down on him and then burst into spasms.

Ulric roared and joined her, thrusting wildly up into her. A perfect union. Blazing clarity. She’d been created for this moment, and if it came with this man, so be it.

When it was over, Trey helped her to stretch out on the expanse of her husband’s chest and stroked her back as she gasped for breath. Another hand went into her hair, stroking it back from her face. Gentleness from those big fingers. He sighed deeply, lifting her head on the intake of breath and then lowering it again. Beneath her ear, his heart beat in the same rhythm as her own.

The fog closed in around her, bringing peace with it. The light shimmered, now the blue of the sky, now the brilliance of starlight. No more voices, just a sense of fulfillment and joy. She fought no more but let it take her as a comforting darkness wrapped itself around her

***

At the first, gray light of dawn, the ache between her legs returned. Lips grazed her ear while an arm grasped her from behind. Slowly, a hand moved over her body, and fingers found their way to her queynt.

She rested against a solid, male form behind her. Not as large as Ulric. Trey held her and made maddeningly slow strokes over her nubbin with his fingers. He pulled her hard against him, and the imprint of his cock pressed into her bottom.

“I’ve been this way for hours,” he whispered. “Pray, grant me the mercy of release inside you.”

“My husband….”

“He agreed.” Trey lifted her leg over his to make a place for himself at her entrance. “In exchange for my services.”

His fingers stroked more firmly now, and the head of his cock pressed between her lips. Again, the men had decided to use her without giving her a choice. She would have to find a way to change that behavior later. This moment, with his fingers pushing her toward madness, she’d never find a steady voice or protest. She wanted him now.

But what of Ulric? She searched the pillow in front of her and found him. He’d opened her eyes and now studied her face. She gazed back, unable to read him for a long moment. A distant look entered his eyes, and he nodded as Trey slid into her.

She kept staring into the face of the man she’d wed not more than hours before as another man’s cock thrust slowly in and out of her body. Though her vision clouded with lust, she couldn’t pull her gaze from the sight of Ulric. His lips suddenly seemed the plushest, most delicious morsels imaginable.

She took his head between her hands and pulled it to hers so that she could sample the sweetness he offered. Even better than she’d hoped, he kissed her back with a thoroughness and care that made her heart ache. Amazing that a man like him, powerful and ruthless in battle, could not only allow her to take pleasure with another lover but could bless the union with this caress.

She reached between them, pushing his hips away far enough to make room for her explorations. Over his hard stomach and downward. She found his rod immediately, as stiff and large as it had been when it had given her such joy. While Trey surged into her with more force, she stroked her husband’s shaft from the sac at the base to the tip. She squeezed that, and he groaned, leaning his forehead against hers. His breath came in labored puffs against her cheeks.

“Ah, my lady,” he whispered. “You’ll unman me.”

“I want to feel it,” she answered. “Spill your seed into my hand.”

“The three of us, together,” Trey said. “Soon.”

Trey grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh as his movements became more frantic. He hadn’t found relief earlier though he’d become fully aroused helping Ulric to enter her for the first time. Though she knew little of men and their needs, his urgency showed itself clearly in the frenzy of his thrusts.

She had them both vulnerable now, united in their need for completion. The most dangerous creatures in the Almighty’s creation–mortal men who wreaked such havoc with their wars and conquests–now were reduced to their basest drives. Both thrust into her. Trey into her sex and Ulric into her hand.

But they had their own tricks, too. And their hands. Ulric’s traveled over her body, stroking her breasts until the nipples stiffened. Trey’s fingers played between her nether lips, strumming the nubbin there with the same skill he used on his lyre.

She’d been a fool to think she held power over them. They could command her desires as well or better than she could do to them. And they had her overpowered both by number and by experience.

Soon, her own passion flared brightly enough to fill the room with heat and light. Her cries joined theirs as the flood built inside her. She grasped Ulric’s cock with both hands so she’d feel each instant of the miracle his body would soon perform. Then, pushed past endurance by the fingers on her bud, she soared into climax. Her queynt clamped tight onto Trey, grasping him over and over.

Both men shouted in their release. Trey held her hips as he made his last violent thrusts into her. Ulric’s body went rigid, and his member shot a stream of his seed against her palm. Hot and musky. His essence.

After long seconds of the madness, she floated back to bliss. Held by four strong arms and sheltered between two bodies, she sighed and brought her hands up to rub her husband’s seed over her breasts.

‘Twas sinful, no doubt, and yet she’d not confess it to the friar. What she’d done with these two men must violate divine law. She’d have to pay some penance later, because for now, her bones had melted in bliss.

Ulric’s stroked her face. “No longer afraid of me, mouse?”

“I’m not a mouse.”

Trey laughed. “She has you there, my lord. She’s learned her woman’s power over both of us.”

“Speak for yourself, minstrel.” Ulric’s voice was clipped. “I rule here.”

“Mayhap in the bailey,” Trey answered. “But in the bed, the Lady Josalyn holds court, not you.”

“Does she now?” Ulric rolled over, and for a moment, he seemed ready to leave them.

Josalyn scrambled next to him and threw an arm over his ribs. The muscle under his skin was stiff. “Don’t be angry. Trey was only jesting.”

Ulric reached over the edge of the bed, searching for something. A weapon?

“Please, my lord,” she said. “You allowed this. You can’t mean to hurt us.”

Behind her, Trey had turned to a rigid mass of flesh. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away.

“Ulric, stop,” she said. “Think of what you’re doing.”

Her heart thundered in her chest as Ulric kept doing something, fumbling, moving his hand in front of him. Surely, if he meant them harm, he’d have done so by now. At least, he’d have shown them a dagger or some other blade.

His body went stiff, and he let out a grunt and then a low moan. Saints, had he done something to himself?

She pulled on his shoulder, trying to roll him toward her. Useless. She might just as easily grab the keep by one turret and swing it around.

“Speak, Ulric, please,” she begged. “What are you doing? What’s in your hand?”

Finally, he lifted his arm. “I have Trey’s salve. Empty now.”

He cast the jar away. It crashed against the stone wall and shattered. Before the meaning of his words could register, he’d spread her legs, rolled on top of her, and shoved his swollen sex inside her.

She gasped at the violence, but in surprise, not pain. He’d coated his shaft with the last drops of salve to make himself hard again, and now, the fire spread inside her sex, too. He’d used all of the ointment on himself, and his thrusts coated the walls of her chamber with it.

The pleasant burn spread through her. From the ointment, yes, but also from the force of her husband’s surges inside her. The giant bed shook each time he moved, and she had to clutch his shoulders to stay with him. Her arms barely spread around their width, he was so blessed big, and his cock seemed to swell inside her, stretching her to accept all of him. It might have hurt if he hadn’t made her accustomed to his girth the night before. Now, she took perfection from the way he completed her.

She held him close, staring up into his face. He truly could have been a lion with his tawny mane and the fierce glare of possession in his eyes.

“Let no one forget who rules here,” he said as he kept up the rhythm of pounding of his member into her queynt.

“You do, my lord,” she whispered back, her voice faltering in the flood of emotion. She shouldn’t want this. He’d tricked her again with one of Trey’s potions. But his total possession freed her–from worry, from sin, from everything except the scent and feel of him.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Ah, lady, do you feel it?”

“I feel you.”

“I’ll spill my lust inside you,” he said. “I would have you with me.”