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

Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6

Victor’s Vow

Victor Hawk vows to never succumb to his desires and is ashamed when he does. He wants his third cousin Violet but knows he doesn’t deserve happiness. Violet Ralston cared for Victor’s dying mother, but now she’s dead and Violet has nowhere to go. She craves Victor’s touch but fears she’ll always be alone.

Cabot Reilly, valet at Hawksfell Manor, is an accomplished lover. He longs for a connection, and flirting with every maid leaves him empty.

When Victor’s invited to Hawksfell Manor he takes Violet. She’s upset, and Cabot suspects it’s about Victor. They kiss, and she’s amazed she wants him as much as Victor. Cabot goes to Victor’s room and finds him hard and aching. They make love, and Victor is stunned when shame doesn’t follow release. He wants to risk pleasure with Violet, too. Will he keep his old vow? Or make a new one for love?

Genre:
Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length:
26,777 words

Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6

Josie Dennis

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VICTOR’S VOW

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VICTOR’S VOW

Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6

JOSIE DENNIS

Copyright © 2013

Yorkshire, England 1912

Victor Hawk, Baron Ralston, stared up at the canopy over his very large, very lonely bed. His cock was hard, like it was nearly every night of his life since reaching manhood.

“Not tonight, damn it,” he groaned into the dark.

He wouldn’t seek release. No, this was his penance for being born a Hawk. He was twenty-seven years old and this had been his lot for nearly half that time.

He rolled onto his side, wincing as the fine sheets brushed over him. His heart thudded in beat to his throbbing shaft, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Images from tonight’s dinner crashed through his mind as he relived the torture of sitting across from Violet as she delicately picked at her meal. Her blonde hair had caught the lights and her flawless skin had flushed rosy from the fire burning in the hearth. She was an innocent. He knew that. She was his late mother’s niece of sorts, and his third cousin. It was to her credit that she’d come to help care for his mother over the past year. She’d proven invaluable, and he was squarely in her debt. He wouldn’t repay that debt by rutting on her like a damned Hawk.

They hadn’t spoken much during dinner, which was not unusual for them, and he’d escaped her company right after. The house was like a tomb, and had been for the three months since his mother died. And for nearly a year prior as well, if he were being completely honest. He dated that condition from when his mother fell ill and Violet moved in to help with her care.

Ah, Violet. She was a complication he didn’t need. It was difficult enough, denying his cursed Hawk lusts all day and all night. With merely a whiff of her floral scent, as light as the flower she was named for, he went from semi-hard to aching for release in an instant. Now that they lived beneath the same roof essentially alone, there was truly nothing to stop him from indulging every fantasy he’d ever had about her. Of lifting the skirts of her somber gowns to reveal what he suspected was a gorgeous pussy and tasting her. Of holding on to her round little bottom and fucking her hard from behind. God, she was sweet and fresh and everything he didn’t deserve.

He wrapped his hands around his shaft, knowing he couldn’t find release that way. He’d tried several times, only to earn debilitating pain in his belly and an excruciating erection that lasted for hours. Dragging his thumb over the tip, he hissed as he felt a drop of cream. He had to come. He’d never sleep if he didn’t find relief.

Easing himself out of bed, he went to the pull and rang for one of the maids. He didn’t care which one. He needed to come and he needed to come now. Donning his dressing gown, he sat beside the crackling hearth and tried to relax even as his body was humming. When a soft knock came at the door, he nearly growled in anticipation.

“Come,” he called.

The door was opened and a maid entered. The girl was one he’d never seen before. That was good, for he couldn’t bring himself to use someone more than once. He saw that they were amply rewarded and treated well, but he let his man-of-affairs handle the particulars. The man must have hired some new staff, not that Victor usually gave any care to the running of Ralston House.

His estate was successful, due to his Hawk heritage. Hawks were blessed with handling money. That was true. That blessing wasn’t much consolation given his raging lust and his weakness to resist it. Tonight’s surrender was a prime example.

“Do you need me, my lord?” the maid asked.

He spread his robe and let his cock free. She came to stand in front of him. He closed his eyes and swallowed down his cold shame as she dropped to her knees on the fine carpet.

Afterward, when the girl left, he climbed back into his bed. He’d come deep down her throat, his orgasm almost painful as he’d bucked and groaned his release. In that scalding hot moment of release he’d pictured Violet before him, her rosebud lips wrapped around his cock as she stroked him up and down until he exploded.

Shutting his eyes, he tried to set it all from his mind. Sadness that his mother was gone. Guilt that he hadn’t been able to fight his Hawk lusts yet again.

And shame that he wanted to take his innocent cousin.

* * * *

Violet Ralston sat in the breakfast room, ready for another long and lonely day. Victor wasn’t about, and she guessed he’d ridden out on the estate early despite the bitter December day’s chill.

He had been his usual dour self at dinner last night, but only when his dark Hawk eyes hadn’t run over her. He’d obviously thought she hadn’t been aware of his close regard throughout their meal, but how could she not be? From the moment she’d come to Ralston House last year he’d been the only one in her thoughts. The spicy, hot scent of him. The scalding heat of his big body. The dark rumors of his sensual Hawk curse. It all still sent her virginal body into spasms of heated fantasies she doubted she would ever see fulfilled.

She knew he made use of their servants. His mother, her dear Aunt Jane, had divulged as much during a particularly dark day last spring. The woman blamed herself for Victor’s condition, saying that if she hadn’t succumbed to a Hawk she wouldn’t have indulged and bore a child. True, Victor’s father had returned once he was born to legitimatize him but he’d never spent any time with her aunt or Victor that Violet knew of.

Victor certainly never spoke of his father, or any other Hawk relatives for that matter. Her aunt never said much about Victor’s father or about the Hawks in general, other than their high lusts and shameful desires. As for Violet, more than once she longed to ask one of the maids just what Victor did to satisfy his particular beast.

Did he take them hard, his big body driving into their softness to find release? Did they put their hands on his…cock until he reached his pinnacle? Oh, if only she knew something about passion she could envision matters more clearly. For a woman of twenty-three years, she was woefully ignorant.

“Miss Ralston?” the butler said from the doorway.

She faced the elderly gentleman. “Yes, Wilson?”

“A letter has arrived for Lord Ralston.”

Violet blinked. “And?”

“He is out, miss.”

“I reasoned that, Wilson. Why don’t you leave it in the salver?”

The butler shook his head. “I think not, miss. This is from the Earl of Hawksfell.”

Violet’s mouth dropped open. Even
she
had heard of the earl, the head of the Hawk family here in Yorkshire. He was purported to be the most virile and demanding of all the Hawks but to her knowledge Victor had never made his acquaintance.

“Why would the earl write to Vic…to Lord Ralston?” she asked.

The butler’s cheeks reddened. “It isn’t my place to answer.”

She held out her hand. “I’ll give it to the baron, Wilson.”