What She Craves (13 page)

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man walk up to Lord Brummelton. Cora froze. Matthew. They talked briefly, and Rupert's brother glanced at the board. He nodded to him, then strode to one of his rooks, Matthew in tow. The rook, a slender yet striking man, bowed to Rupert's brother and stepped from the board. Cora's throat tightened and her stomach clenched. Dranger stepped onto his square.

 

The next six plays went without a futter. He needed to pull himself together. His brother kept shooting him that grin that said he thought he would win. Not once in all Rupert's years had he ever lost a chess game. Granted, he never played human chess but chess was chess.

The pieces were so aroused, they would achieve petite mort in a few quick strokes if he could get into a taking position.

In a series of swift takings, his knight took his brother's pawn, only to be taken by another of his brother's pawns, which he possessed with his bishop. His brother moved his knight. Ah, there the opportunity was. He would castle his king and rook and move Cora into play.

Rupert strode to his king. “You will cast with the queen's rook. Fondle her with everything but your cock. Make her come as often as she can.”

The king nodded.

He walked down the line to Cora. Finally, he would see her face as she discharged. Anticipation warmed his muscles, and he fought back a grin. Then he would watch her pleasure.

Her gaze dilated in arousal, met his. Blister it, the smell of her honey—sweet and spicy—set him hardening further.

“Are you ready to move, lovely?” He held in a groan at the thought of watching her receive her pleasure.

Biting her lip, she glanced across the board. She nodded back at him before he could see who she glanced at. What the hell? A piece on his brother's team bothered her. Bothered her to the point that her hands trembled. He wanted to reach out for them and rub them in his until they stopped.

He clenched his teeth, unable to decipher the emotions that coursed through him. Blister it. He needed to play the game. She was fine. Besides, he was not moving her across the board…yet.

“You will cast with
my
king for this move. He will fondle you.”
I want to fondle you
. “You will not touch him with any part of your hands or allow your body to arch into his caress. You may spread your legs to him.”

She nodded and glanced up the row to the king. Her smile returned and his muscles relaxed. Damn straight. He'd awaited this move all night. He licked his lips as his gaze glided down her body. A light sheen of arousal coated the fur of her sex, and his cock throbbed.

His king was a large man, Damon Cavendish, and someone Rupert considered a friend outside of this realm. Tonight he was a savior. He would give him the pleasure of seeing Cora spend without adding to her distress.

Who the hell on his brother's side did she have a connection with? He had never known her to associate with any of the men in this club. Yet she obviously knew one of his pieces, and that person frightened her.
Come on, chap, don't let this ruin your folly.

His brother stared at him as Cora walked up the board to his king. He would have an earful tomorrow over his order to Cora and Damon. Normally casting would end in a fuck as his brother made his move. But not tonight. Tonight he wanted to see her thoroughly aroused, and thoroughly spent, and in the end fucking him. His head jerked back and his eyebrows drew together. He rolled his shoulders. Watching her futter was what he wanted, wasn't it?

Damon stood on his square and immediately reached for Cora's crotch. His finger slid into the flesh of her cunny, reappearing wet and shiny. Rupert groaned, unable to tear his gaze from Damon's fingers fucking her sex. He wanted to do that to her. Her flesh had been hot and juicy, and when she tightened the walls of her cunt about his probing hand…
Control yourself, chap. You will have that amazing flesh about your cock soon.

Cora stood motionless, her muscles straining not to arch into Damon's caress.
That's it, lovely.

Eyes closed, her long lashes fanned her blushed cheeks. Her lips parted on an inhale as her body locked, and she silently screamed.

Beautiful.

His cock pulsed as his seed rose. His fingers circled the head of his phallus, applying delightful pressure as her eyes fluttered open. Everything about her was fine.

“Brother, your move.”

Startled, he tore his gaze from Cora's flushed face and assessed his brother's play. Damn it all. This was why he didn't play. He wanted to savor moments like that one. Bloody, bloody rules.

His brother had no choices left and neither did he if he wanted this ended with haste. Cora's nerve-filled expression flashed in his mind and his muscles clenched. He would send Cora across the board. In doing so, he would push his brother into a pinch and discover who she fretted.

He strode back to Cora, who recovered from another beautiful spend. Never again would he play. He wasn't enjoying any of this. His chest tightened as he searched her face for any hesitation. Bloody hell. What was wrong with him? This move was supposed to be even better.

He ran a hand down the swell of her bum and lightly into her crack. Burning heat met his fingers, and he thrust them into her juice-soaked cunny.

His body shook as her neck flexed, and a faint moan came from within her. A siren. Tingles raced across his skin, and he fought the urge to take her, possess her, now, here on the board, and end the game in shame.
Stop it. Where is your restraint?

“You will take my brother's knight with your tongue and your phallus. Do not find pleasure yourself.”

Her eyelids hung low, the fear for the moment forgotten. The devil, the look of a thoroughly pleasured woman. He absorbed every nuance of her face, her flushed cheeks and slight part of her mouth, eyes that were sated but still held desire. He hoped to see that look and more for days to come.

She nodded, then strode forward on wobbly legs. His gaze settled on her heart-shaped swells, flush from spending. He would have to remember to invite Damon into his futter more often; he knew how to pleasure a woman. Partway across the board she hesitated.

Shit, he could not see her face. Who was she looking at? He glanced from one of his brother's pieces to another, but all of them watched her.

Blister it. The muscles of his neck tensed solid. He strode back to the side of the board as she continued across. Who the hell was it! He scrutinized each piece. Nothing. Damn it. Then he came to Emma.

Standing on the same square, Cora knelt and pushed Emma's legs apart.

Cora and Emma.

His hand went to his cock and stroked as Cora licked into Emma's curls. Good God, lovely. Her head wiggled up and down as her tongue glided across her dewy flesh.

Emma cried out a shocked excited groan and slid her legs farther apart so Cora's tongue could explore.

The muscles in his stomach prickled and tensed as his hand worked firmer, faster against the taut skin of his cock.

Emma's hands slid into Cora's hair. Damn, this was better than anything he could have imagined. Cora's body trembled as she licked Emma's sweet juice. She enjoyed the act. It showed in every movement of her being. His lungs locked as his sack pulled up close to his body.
Hold back, hold back.
He slowed his stroke to enjoy this to the end.

Emma whimpered, wobbled, and slid to the floor, arching her hips to Cora's tongue. Cora adjusted her head to the new position and slid her fingers into Emma.

Emma screamed as a powerful spend shook her. Cora licked and licked through Emma's contractions. Beautiful. A groan ripped from him.

Cora stood, licked her lips, and turned back around to face Rupert. His heart beat so fast he couldn't breathe. Absolute magnificence. He couldn't move if he tried.

The arousal that coursed through his veins from the look of delight on Cora's face, and the glistening juice shining on the tip of Cora's nose and mouth, overcame him. Hell, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. His chest tightened and his throat constricted as emotion pressed on him. Never had this possession for a woman coursed through him.

Deep down in his soul, she was his next bond or more. His cock strained, pointing its way to the target it sought. He needed to sink into her and now. Blister it. Bloody the game. Emma padded off the board and came to stand by his side.

“So, she is your new—”

“Bugger off, Em.” How was he to end this game in haste?

“Shouldn't she be warned about you?”

“What?” he said in agitation. “She already knows all she needs to.”

“Does she? She has never been here, and from what I'm told, her only talent besides whatever she did to me out there is flogging foppish men. Is she up for you?”

“What, Em?” he ground out.

“Your inability to show passion toward anyone?”

How dare she…He spun on her, ready for her hardened snide expression, and glared down through narrowed eyes.

Blue eyes filled with hurt stared back, dowsing all his anger. She was hurt by his action toward Cora. He blew out through clenched teeth.

She was right. He had never shown her any direct regard besides finding pleasure in her body, and even that had come with controlled precise moves.

“I could never give what you wanted, Em.” He turned back to the board.

Cora. She unleashed in him the passion Emma had craved. He fought to keep his controlled façade in place just looking at her. The welling desire boiling through his veins confused him. His mind struggled for control of this strange urge to do nothing but fuck her. He had no idea what or how to deal with it.

K
eep your eyes on Rupert and breathe. Who cares if he is in heated conversation with the blonde you just pleasured.

Icy chills caressed her back knowing Matthew stood on the square behind her. Her fingernails dug into the flesh of her palms. Musk and juniper flooded her senses, making her stomach twist. He stood within arm's reach. His breath caught her hair, and all she wanted to do was move. She inhaled a wavering breath.

That's it. Rupert. Rupert is why you're here. All will be well.

If Matthew talks to you or touches you, treat him as Lady Strike would and stand your ground.

She could feel his gaze on her naked body and the hairs on her neck stood. Please keep Rupert's brother from moving Matthew to take her. Sweat trickled between her breasts, and she struggled to breathe in the suddenly humid air. That would be her worst nightmare come true.

Air swirled by her sides, washing more of his scent to her. Her stomach rolled. His hands. He swung his arms forward and back on either side of her, hoping to provoke a reaction.

Well she would give him the cut. She pushed her tongue to the roof of her mouth and swallowed the burning bile back down. Didn't he know he was to obey Lord Brummelton? Then again, Dranger never listened to anyone.

“My pet, you're gorgeous…for an old dove.” His voice was a stealth whisper.

Her teeth clenched as a tremor of rage stung through her body. “Quite, but I am no longer yours or anyone's pet.”

An old dove.
Her hand rose to touch the wrinkles at the sides of her eyes, but she stopped midair.
He is goading you. Don't let him.

“You dream of me. Your
young,
slender legs wrapped about me as I fuck you until you scream, imploring me to stop only to make you come again.”

“Nightmares.” Her body trembled with agitation. The only thing she ever dreamed about was their last night. Damn it all, she wouldn't think of that now.

He clucked his tongue and swung his arms again. A touch grazed her bottom. She jumped and shuffled forward so she stood on the edge of her square. As far from him as she could get without moving spaces.

“Cease! We are not to do anything the players don't wish.”

“Ah, but you wish.”

Her teeth ground together so hard her jaw hurt. “Never.”

Rupert's brother strode toward them, the sound of his bare feet against the tiles rang so loud. He was striding to Dranger. Her hands shook and her vision clouded in. She would not allow him to touch her. She could not! He stopped in front of his queen, who stood beside her.

Cora's knees weakened, almost sending her to the floor.
You're being utterly ridiculous!
The queen padded forward one space to stand one square in front of Cora and to her left side. Her gaze traveled Cora's length, and she raised her eyebrows as she passed.

Surely the other players thought her incapable of obeying. Blast and damn, she wanted to be good for Rupert.

“My pet. You fool. Step back.”

She refused to answer him. There was no need. He spoke nothing more than silly flirtations. Therefore, he posed no threat. A smile tugged at her lips. She'd stood her ground. She'd managed Matthew.

 

His brother took too damn long in making that move. Rupert strode to Cora, his cock straining. Would anyone care if he took her on the board?
Hold tight, chap. You don't want to lose status in the club.
The Hell Knights allowed him to be whatever he wished. Only a half-wit would risk their censure.

She stood with a smile tugging her lips as he ran a finger across her stomach. Blister it, he couldn't keep from touching her. His control frayed and she taunted him.

“You find this humorous?”

Her eyes widened, then lowered to his straining erection. “You lust for me, and you can't act on it…yet.”

Her eyes sparkled at
yet,
and he fisted his hands so as not to grasp her and act on that lust.

“I find that funny for a man who is always in control.”

His teeth clenched. “I am in control.” He was, damn it.

“Well, sir, make your move.”

Blister it.
The move he wanted to make was to slide his cock into her and she bloody well knew it. Wait…Did she just tell him what to do? His blood boiled and scorched through his veins straight to his phallus. A smile sprang to his lips. She wanted to play, did she?

He gripped her hip as he had in the hall; slowly circling the silken flesh over the bone, he puffed a breath across her ear.

“So what should my next move be, lovely?” His heart leapt in his chest, waiting to see what she would do.

Her body trembled and she shifted, parting her legs for him. “I…I don't know, sir. I have never played chess.”

The smell of her juice tickled his nose, and he pressed his erection against the crack of her bum. “Ah, are you sure you don't want to make the next move?”

Her hips rocked, picking up the gauntlet he'd thrown down. The velvet flesh of her crevice slid along his shaft, expending a pearl of wetness, drizzling his want onto her skin. Her breath whooshed out and her shoulders jerked. “You know best, sir.”

“So true.” He leaned in and pinched her rigid nipples. She cried out. A sound so enticing his body caught fire. Her head tilted back to lean on his shoulder. His lungs locked. He flirted with a siren. A siren who no doubt would be the death to life as he knew it. But he didn't care. He wanted her in his bed, in his life, like no other woman before her.

He ran his tongue along her jaw, reveling in the salty aroused taste of her skin. “So lovely,” he whispered, and dropped his hands from her.
Finish the game, then you can have her.

He studied the board. Would she enjoy this command? “Go all the way across the board and stand by the king.”

Nodding her head, she turned her face to the side to glance at him.

“Slide the phallus into your bum as slow as you can.” The muscles of his arse clenched. He couldn't wait to see her face. “Move the stone prick back and forth but don't let the cock slide out; frig yourself with your other hand.”

Her smile told him she had no problem obeying the command; she nodded and moved back across the board. The devil. She could match him. He strode back to the side of the board, penis bobbling as he walked.

The next moves went swift, and none of them penetrated the fog in his brain. His mind was bumblebroth, twisted with foreign thoughts. Why did Cora stir him so?

He played to his plan; his brother would lose, and Cora would be the one to initiate the checkmate. His cock swelled at the thought of seeing her and the rest of his pieces as they took his brother's. Yet his chest tightened.

Why was part of him not engaged? He hadn't mated with her. The idea that a piece from his brother's board would have that pleasure heretofore set his hair standing. Indeed.

Or was his distress because a piece, possibly still standing on his brother's board, upset her? He glanced at her as she stood next to his king. No worry shone in her eyes. She was aroused but well. His muscles tightened and his teeth clenched.

He behaved irrationally. His fists clenched. He never acted such.

He couldn't back out without ridicule. He ran a shaking hand through his hair. He had played the game too well and was now required to play to the end. Cora would be the piece to initiate checkmate, and he had no choice but to stand and watch her fuck another.

 

Rupert didn't see his brother take the queen he sacrificed. He strode halfway across the board to Cora before they began to futter. He wanted this game to end with haste. Sweat pierced his brow, and his stomach twisted in knots. Would he be able to watch this? Her eyes, blue smoke, flashed as she saw him approach.

His teeth clenched as he inhaled her spicy sweet scent. Stepping behind her, he slid an arm possessively about her stomach. Her body quivered and her head tipped back to him. Why did she have to respond as a wanton to his touch? Damn it. He couldn't resist her. His fingers trailed the silk flesh of her thigh and around the curve of her bum. Her skin dewed with arousal, tightening his chest.

He clasped her hand that held the dildo in her bum and eased the prick into her. She pressed her body down against the phallus and moaned. The devil…his heart raced. Slowly, he pulled the stone cock out, watching her body quiver with each bit that slipped from her. His sex could enter in the stone prick's wake.
Stop!
His fingers released and the phallus dropped to the floor.

Taking a damp cloth from the servant behind him, he rubbed the soothing coolness down the crack of her bum, then dropped the used rag to the tiles.
Take a big breath, chap, and start. The sooner you end the game the better.

“You have done well, Cora.” His fingers found the slick entrance to her cunt and slid in. She tightened the spongy walls about him. His staff strained, imagining those strong muscles doing thus to his cock. Fire raced through his core and burned his lungs. Bit by bit he slid his thumb into her arse and pinched the flesh between. Her bottom arched back and she whimpered.

“You will be the piece to force checkmate.” His fingers slid in and out of her. Peering over her shoulder, he watched her nipples strain and stomach muscles quiver. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Get this done.
“Do you know what that is?”

“I know what checkmate is.” She squirmed.

His eyes snapped open. “In sexual chess, the remaining pieces on the winning team pick pieces on the losing team to futter. A mass fuck of sorts.” Bloody hell, he didn't want to do this.

She nodded her head.

“Once you make the checkmate, you will futter the king as my pieces make selection. I will come for you once the game is done.” His muscles shook with the force of this strange emotion.

Cora stood motionless, but her inner muscles clenched about his fingers.

“Cora?”

Blue eyes, wild and passion-filled, stared back at him. “I will think of none but you.”

I will think of none but you.
The words slammed into his chest, locking his lungs. He couldn't breathe. No one had ever said that to him, and he had never expected such. His throat constricted and he coughed to clear it. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to the balmy skin of her shoulder and closed his eyes. “Thank you,” he breathed in a whisper.

He wanted to take her from here. To wash her body of the sticky arousal this game created and bring her skin to dew again as he fucked her.

A finger traced his shoulder, then down his side. His eyes shot open. Mary stood beside him, staring at him with pale green eyes and black hair flowing to her waist. At the age of two and fifty, she still brought men to their knees.

She gazed at the floor as a blush crept up her face. She knelt, trailing her hand down his and Cora's legs to grip their feet. Damn it all, what was she about?

“Mary?”

“Master Rupert.” She stayed in her position on the floor and lightly stroked their legs and feet. “I have been watching Timothy this night, the king on your brother's board. A woman as old as I would never pique his interest off this board. I desire to fuck him.”

A swap. Oh sweet devil. Mary was his savior. She would swap with Cora. He fought his lip's making them twitch so not to grin like a buffoon. All tension left his body, and he stared at her, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

Mary's eyes lit, a wicked smile on her lips; then she winked up at him. She knew. Any man, including Timothy, would bed her. Of course she knew…he wanted Cora.

“Stand, Mary.”

She unfolded herself.

“Cora, Mary is to take your place for the rest of the game. Step from the board.” Sweet devil. A smile that he just couldn't suppress tugged his lips. His heart raced. He would have Cora for himself.
Now end this quickly so you can leave.

“Cross the board and stand next to the black king. Suck him until he shudders, then push him to the floor and mount him.”

Mary nodded and strode off.

He turned, his gaze darting around the room. Where was Cora? He sighted her as she stepped into the retiring room.

Cheers rang out all around him. His pieces strode forth for selection, and he inclined his head to his brother.

His brother inclined his head back and mouthed, “Well done,” from across the mass unfolding orgy. He could leave now.

He gazed at Mary once more, her head tossed back as she rode Timothy, clutching at his chest. She enjoyed her act. And Timothy, well…judging by the strain of his muscles, he was about to spend. Rupert made a mental note to send her a big arrangement of flowers and just maybe have Timothy deliver them.