The Dowager Countess (The Saga of Wolfbridge Manor Book 2), Sahara Kelly [best thriller novels to read txt] 📗

were. All four of them, holding empty glasses and grinning at me. Royce held the decanter as well.

They requested entrance. As if I was going to refuse them!

I shall confess that it was the most wonderful experience to have these four amazing men surround me in my bed. They were all in various stages of undress, mostly just open shirts, but Jeremy had loosened his breeches while cursing Evan for such a wonderful dinner. My heart beat faster at the amount of bare skin I could see, and yes, the rest of me began to respond in that distinctive way I have found to be most exciting.

We talked, of course. They cajoled and threatened and promised and teased me into agreeing to never go outside alone. They tickled my feet and made me squeal; they kissed me lightly, nibbled my ears and vowed to commit many more erotic atrocities upon me.

To my shame, I urged them to do just that. By then, the brandy decanter was almost empty and each of us lay loosely around my bed.

Gabriel’s hands stroked my thighs, Jeremy ran his fingers down my neck and across my shoulders, while on the other side Royce casually held one of my breasts, as contented as if he were a King with an orb. I did notice a very respectable sceptre growing in his lap. And Evan? He was running his fingers from my ankle all the way up as far as he could toward my womanly parts.

I think I moaned from the sheer joy of it. I put my hand over Royce’s and pressed him to me, parted my thighs for Evan and Gabriel and let my nightgown drop off my shoulder to invite Jeremy’s hand to venture further.

How wanton, shocking, outrageous - and wonderful.

These men, these four handsome perfect male specimens, would give all that they had for Wolfbridge, and for its Lady. That would be me. I have come to not only like them, but to respect them for their differences as well as their similarities. And I would judge that they find some affection for me as well, since they seem to enjoy adventures like these.

Did matters remain where they were? Of course not. All of us found ourselves eager for more.

Breeches and shirts were discarded, willy-nilly, and I discovered my nightgown had disappeared at some point during one of Royce’s deeply fierce kisses.

To my astonishment, I felt neither embarrassment nor concern, only richly satisfying pleasure as naked skin touched mine. The warmth, the different textures, the tickle and scrape of hair over my flesh…when mixed with lips and hands and - yes - other parts? Sublime. Utterly sublime.

The candles were low, low enough that my sight was reduced, but my other senses seemed to increase. I felt lips, kisses all over my body. I felt fingertips, legs, arms…I felt the heavy brush of velvet silk prodding me as these wonderful men teased me in every sensually exotic way they could think of. And they could think of an awful lot of ways. My gentlemen are nothing if not creative.

There were moans and sighs, many coming from me.

Was it the brandy? Should I blame this on an over-indulgence of fine aged liquor?

No. To do that would be dishonest, and I have learned that I prefer honesty above all things. I am now a woman with desires, and this night I desired all my gentlemen. I needed their bodies, their hearts and their loving. It was the final step for me in becoming the Lady of Wolfbridge.

Every man pledged himself to me with his body.

I should clarify that, I suppose. Not every man penetrated my body. I am no whore with tricks like that at hand.

But I found myself atop Jeremy, his manhood near…so near…I raised up a little and he groaned as I found him and placed him within my hot and wet folds.

Evan knelt at Jeremy’s head, his hands on my cheeks, pulling me forward so that he could kiss me. The two men moved in relation to each other and suddenly I could take Evan in my mouth even as Jeremy moved inside me.

What an astounding moment that was.

Then Gabriel moved behind me and I felt the unique sensation of his strong manhood running up and down between my buttocks. He was damp - probably that tiny drop of liquid I have noticed before during intimacy - and I was very slippery from my own excitement.

Royce touched my breasts; kneeling beside me he could easily reach their tender tips. And I, obeying an impulse that simply appeared in my mind, I reached for him, squeezing and tugging gently on the skin that drifted over the iron beneath.

We must have presented an amazing tableau. Myself the focus of four men and their caresses, their desires…and each one doing his part to arouse me even further.

Jeremy’s hips moved and Gabriel’s hands stretched my buttocks apart; a strangely arousing sensation. I could not speak, since I was busy laving Evan with my tongue and lips, but I could moan, which I did when I felt an unusual penetration from behind.

I had not imagined that such a thing would be pleasant, and truly I cannot say it was the most wonderful thrill. But the tiny stretches, when added to what everyone else was doing to me…well, it was an extra source of arousal that sent me soaring.

Gabriel didn’t penetrate me, which probably would have hurt me. He simply pressed himself against me, encouraging me to relax my muscles. As I obeyed, Jeremy thrust deeper, making me gasp and loose Evan. I was on the edge, the peak of a massive fall…and I released Royce as well, losing myself in my own body’s rise to the climax of ecstasy.

I think I screamed.

I know Jeremy cried