Regency Rogues Omnibus (35 page)

With only the smaller portion of his mind that could still reason clearly beneath that look, he realized that Orelan was perpetrating a sexual ploy upon him. Turning his attention away from the questions. Then, he did not give a damn as he continued into the room and he shut the door behind him. His gaze never left Orelan’s sensual performance as her arms raised to comb strands of her long hair, elevating the firm swell of her breasts to his gaze. He stopped by the bathing tub and turned the water knob. Water spilled out of the spout, not much pressure, but the splashing sounded loudly as it hit the bottom of the tub. The sound of the water would be loud enough to obscure their words, and the rising steam would help obscure any voyeurs prying vision.

Orelan flipped her hair to one side, combing the long strands over her left breast with the rosy-peach colored spike of her nipple poking through the rich brown tresses. Her gaze lifted to his in the mirror with a vixen’s spirited promise. The ride would not be easy or tame. Her gaze promised him an exciting challenge that his masculinity could not ignore as he walked toward her.

Orelan watched Wyndham in the mirror as he walked slowly toward her with a stiff-legged gait. She was relieved to see that her ploy had worked, and she would not have to answer his questions yet. Perhaps, never as the events around them continued to spin out of control. But this moment she would take for herself and for Wyndham. She needed his strength, his power, and his love. Desperately, she needed to reaffirm herself in his arms.

The message she read in Wyndham’s black-sapphire gaze was primeval. He was readying to take his woman thoroughly. It excited her, yet at the same time it made her skittish and anxious. She wanted to fall on him, writhing the full length of her body all over him, yet at the same instant, she wanted to run from his potent male power. Fear and excitement combined lifted her breasts, as shivers raced across her skin and her breathing increased to breathlessness. Then, Wyndham stopped, standing behind her so closely that her hands still in her hair, brushed the hot skin of his lean belly.

The shock of that touch unnerved her, and the comb she had been using fell from her fingers to clatter onto the floor. Her gaze jerked upward to Wyndham’s in the mirror, but he was looking downward, lower between her thighs. As the steam swirled around them in white misty tendrils, she felt Wyndham rubbing the outline of his long rigid shaft beneath his trousers over her knuckles. Her breath caught and he did it again, slowly, with a circling of his hips. She had flirted with power and now he teased her with that power. But suddenly, the image of Alexei forcing her mouth down over Wyndham’s impossibly thick male organ flashed before her mind’s eye, making her gasp. She must have jerked her hands upward away from Wyndham’s pene, momentarily urged to flee. But the next second, she realized that he had caught her wrists into his big hands and he was stretching them over her head, further pressuring her to rise from the chair. Suddenly, the chair was toppling sideways from where he must have kicked it aside, and then he stepped forward pressing his tall muscular body against her naked back.

Her wrists were freed as quickly, and Wyndham’s arms came down around her with one of his hands clasping her left breast and his other hand palming her sex. Her inner thighs quivered against his hand, but the width of it kept her thighs separated as her hands dropped over the back of his hands at her breast and sex.
She would deny him.
This was her instant thought, even as her head fell backward against his shoulder and he tightened both his hands possessively over her flesh.

Orelan moaned as Wyndham circled his hips again, rubbing the lengthy outline of his shaft over her buttocks, while he held her sex in front as leverage. His middle finger split the swollen drenched lips, while he twisted the thrusting spoke of her nipple between the thumb and finger of his other hand.

“Look at yourself, Orelan,” he whispered into her ear. “See how your body begs me, naughty senorita. Look how wet you are for me.”

“Wyndham,” she gasped as his slick intimate finger burrowed deeper between the lips of her sex and her gaze involuntarily jerked downward to look. At the same moment, he twisted the spoke of her nipple and her hips undulated back against him as she moaned with excitement. It was as though they danced together as she writhed her nakedness against his timbered strength and he intimately toyed with her body. They undulated together as she willingly rode the crease of her buttocks up over his hard shaft and he rubbed the bud of her clitoris roughly . . . excitingly. He spoke carnal erotic words in her ear making her whimper with desire and glide sensuously against him. “You
like
my hard cock, naughty vixen, rubbing between the cheeks of your sweet ass.” She moaned, as his fingers daubed over her clitoris and his hot words burned her ear. “I am going to thrust my big cock inside you hard and fast, spitfire. Deep, Orelan, so deep inside your dripping wetness. Will you ride my cock? Will you straddle my stiff thick cock?”

“Si,
Wyndham, si,” she whimpered, tossing her head against his chest as his fingers plucked and twisted her nipples, while she shamelessly rode his finger, thoroughly exploiting her swollen needy sex.

“Spread your thighs and show me, senorita. Show me how naughty you can be,” Wyndham hissed huskily, as he licked and bit her ear. He was everywhere around her with his masculinity and lust as they undulated in a sensuous dance before the mirror.

“Dios!” she cried, as she began to rub her breasts passionately, using Wyndham’s hand covering one, while she brazenly splayed her thighs, posing her drenched rubicund sex to each of their gazes in the mirror. She reached behind her, catching Wyndham’s hips, pressing her wriggling buttocks against the thickening outline of his shaft.

“Your ass is so hot,” he hissed, then he nipped her ear.

“
Oh,
dios,” she cried as he nipped her jawline, then down the side of her neck, while at the same time he lifted her breasts into his hands kneading the firm flesh repeatedly in his large hands. Her buttocks circled his shaft over and over as she used her hands on his hips as a guide. “Si,
dios
, si,” she cried, while Wyndham heatedly massaged her breasts, then returning to pluck the nipples with nipping fingertips. “Oh!”

“Turn around,” he ordered suddenly, and before she could comprehend or comply, his hands were turning her to face him, as he lifted her upward. Her bare buttocks slipped along the cold dressing counter with her back to the mirror. The mirror’s surface was wet with steam that slid along her spine as Wyndham’s thighs nudged her knees apart. She held onto his shoulders as he settled between her thighs with one hand popping the buttons on his trousers. His other hand grasped her nape as he drew her up to his lips for a rough and thorough kiss. Eagerly, she slipped her tongue between his fevered lips, and then he returned with his tongue thrusting and full inside her mouth.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, the feel of Wyndham’s tongue was too thick and wide. It was too invasive! Her fingernails curled into his shoulders as her thighs tightened with the need to repel him. A strangled sound, like a passionate cant curled from her throat, but it was really denial, as Wyndham held her nape and searched deeper with his tongue feeling as though it was raping her mouth.

Now frantic, she tried to twist her neck away from Wyndham’s hand holding her to his tongue’s invasion. The thick dripping head of his pene was pressing forward between the lips of her sex and she was pinned to the mirror behind her without any escape. Tears came hot and fast, as her fists lifted and fell upon the hot muscle of Wyndham’s bare shoulders, while her body twisted, trying to break free. He was too large! He would not stop!

Chapter Ten

“Christ,
” Wyndham cursed suddenly . . . harshly, at the same moment he pulled away from Orelan’s struggling body. It had just occurred to his lust filled mind that...

“No! Please,
no
. Please!” Orelan sobbed, pushing on his tall body with nearly frantic intention. He yielded, allowing her to push him away as her sobs registered fully in his mind. “
N-No
,” she cried again, and he raised his gaze from the sight of his engorged cock, sticking straight out of his pants, to Orelan’s face. She was cowering against the mirror, turned away from him, with her legs curled up in front of her. She was crying, and the sound of it was like a knife plunged deep into his heart.

He turned away sweating and aroused, his body straining with sexual tension that took him long moments to control. Finally, he heaved a heavy breath, and then he gingerly put his stiff cock somewhat back into his pants. He had been too rough, too forceful . . .
damn it
, too quick. It was all he could think, yet Orelan was so fiery, so sensual, it seemed that she demanded mastery from him. He tried to think of what he had done that could have upset her so. He cursed himself for not bringing her to climax first in his randy lustfulness. All he had been able to think of was being inside her, and he had rushed, before she was ready, obviously. Then his thoughts flickered over Orelan’s bruised lips. Why would her lips appear so love-swollen? He had been kissing her roughly, driving his tongue down her throat as though he were coupling her mouth. She had liked that when he had done it before.

“Christ.”
Wyndham’s head came up. Had Alexei forced Orelan to suck his cock for the marker? If Alexei had forced his cock on Orelan, he was going to kill him! Damn the consequences! Wyndham scraped his hand across his tense jaw. He had to gain control of himself, and Orelan needed him. He glanced at her, and then he stepped closer. “Orelan,” he murmured, reaching his hand forward tentatively toward her hair.

“You s-stopped,” she mumbled, with a weepy voice and her body still turned away from him.

“You were afraid,” he muttered. “Of course I stopped.”

“Oh
, Wyndham,” Orelan exclaimed tearily. At the same instant she turned sharply and grasped him into an ambushing embrace. Her bare breasts were slick with her tears against the hot skin of his chest as her arms strangled the back of his neck “I am s-so s-sorry,” she cried into his neck. “I d-do not k-know what happened, Wyndham.”

“Hush, baby,” he muttered gruffly, wrapping her into his arms and hugging her tightly against him. She was a changeling. A lovely erotic changeling and he better than anyone, understood the pressure that they were under. Intent on soothing her, he lifted her up into his arms and he carried her with a stiff limp to the tub. She was still weeping softly as he bent and urged her into the tub, which he adjusted to begin filling with water.

“Wyndham,” she murmured with a watery voice.

“Hush now, Orelan,” he murmured as he persuaded her with his hands motion to recline in the rising warm water. “You need to calm down, sweetheart. Just relax,” he coaxed her as he looked down into her lovely tear-stained face. He kissed her temple as her head relaxed against the edge of the tub, and then he heard her sigh with a sound of surrendering acceptance. Slowly, he brushed and lifted her hair up over the edge of the tub with his fingers and her eyes fluttered closed with only a few errant sniffles sounding now.

He went to retrieve the chair, which he set beside the tub, so he could sit and stretch out his bad leg. Then he reached for the sponge and a cake of soap. He held them beneath the water, and then rubbed the soap into the sponge to gain some lather, before he turned the warm water off.

Orelan’s eyes lifted halfway in a slumberous way. “I am such a baby,” she murmured, with her plush bottom lip pouting outward.

“Mm,” he answered uncommitted as he grasped her arm and lifted it to begin washing it gently.

“You would bathe me?” she asked with soft wonderment in her voice.

“Yes,” he answered with a raspy gruffness in his voice, while his mind contemplated doing more than simply bathing her. She slanted her eyes at him with a catlike quality, and then she hummed a small purr leaning her neck to one side for better access as he stroked the lathery sponge over her slender collarbone. His spitfire was becoming sultry warm fire again, and he watched her relaxed nipples rucked into jutting spikes. His cock answered with a deep throbbing in its base that curled around his balls. He allowed the pleasure to seep through him, but he held back his lustier nature as he slowly slid the sponge downward between the cleavage of Orelan’s up-thrusting breasts.

“You make love to me with this sponge,” she murmured with her eyes closed as he did indeed swirl wet suds around her rising breasts. His hand was persuaded to pay particular attention to the aroused and distended tips of her nipples. “Mm mm,” she murmured, lifting her nipples to his spongy fondling.

Wyndham observed Orelan arching her toes restlessly, which were resting on the edge of the tub. The water was a sensual adornment to her lightly caramel-kissed skin. He decided that she was enjoying his bathing enough that he could move lower.

“Oh
mm
, Wyndham,” she moaned, raising her slumberous gaze to him. “Am I being naughty?” she asked in a husky whisper as her thighs fell open wider to his exploration.

Christ,
he nearly bit his tongue as he watched the sponge moving between her sleek thighs, while her body undulated sensuously in the warm water. “I like naughty,” he rasped.

She smiled slowly, just like the Spanish vixen that she was, then she asked, “But what of you, my powerful golden puma?” Her hand strayed toward his thigh, but he caught her wrist, returning her hand to the water.