Regency Rogues Omnibus (31 page)

“
Christ,”
he groaned through his teeth, trying to hold onto his unbridled woman, since she was now fucking him like a wanton courtesan. Sweat plaster his scalp, dripping into his eyes, as he lowered his gaze to see the root of his cock disappearing in and out of Orelan’s writhing pussy.

“Oh
, Wyndham!” she screamed in torment and ecstasy combined. It was the call of an impassioned lover so close to their release, but unable to capture it.

“Come to me,” he commanded harshly, forcefully lifting her from her spine-bending arching toward him.

“Wyndham,
Wyndham,
” she mewled, clutching his shoulders as he lowered his back further down the wall behind him, until she was laying on his chest. The position rested her clitoris with splayed labia lips over the very root hold of his cock.

“Now fuck me, little spitfire. Fuck me hard,” he ordered in a ragged base voice.

Orelan moved on Wyndham as he commanded with her senses screaming for the same release he had given her earlier with his hot mouth. She was mindless, except for the desire nipping its talons at her so fiercely, as she rode her golden puma like a beastly stallion coupling heavily with its mare. Up and down his tall sweat-slicked body she rode, nipping at his chest, his nipples, and his strong neck, spearing herself on his engorged shaft over and over. The motion rubbed her desperate sex in such a way that she went faster, shuddering and panting in pleasure. Wyndham grasped her wriggling buttocks with his large hands, pushing and pulling her more rapidly over his thrusting shaft, as she screamed, scratching his shoulders. Her entire body quaked, yet the burning fire in her sex was riding the thick base of Wyndham’s pene with each pull and draw. “Oh, Dios! Dios,
”
she wailed.

“Come to me, baby,” Wyndham hissed fiercely. “
Come
to me!”

Orelan felt it then, the bursting of ecstasy that ravished her senses, making her scream shrilly. “Wyndham!” She could not control her legs or her body as exquisite tremors rippled through her sex. Each hard thrusting of Wyndham inside her, exploded the sensations a hundredfold. She heard Wyndham bellow a deep guttural sound that only a man could make, as she felt hot fluid rush deep into her womb. The wide fullness of Wyndham’s stout shaft throbbed inside her and she could not catch her breath as her mind went blank.

“Christ,”
Wyndham hissed, holding Orelan to his chest. She had fainted and he was still riding out the throes of his tremendous ejaculation. It was staggering, and he’d never experienced anything closely resembling it with a woman before. When it finally eased, he was panting through his clenched teeth. The pleasure had gone on for more minutes than his passion-raped senses could count, and the one thought he had during it all . . .
was that now Orelan was his
. . . and he would never allow her to be quit of him again. It was damn possessive, and he knew it.

In fact his ruthless male ego reveled in it. He understood that he could not afford the savage base feelings of possession right then. It would severely interfere with his efforts to get both of them out of Valcourt alive. Yet he was helpless against it, for one lone moment, as he held Orelan tightly in his embrace.
Just this moment,
he told himself viciously. Just this one moment and he would let it go until...

“You are a beast, my Wyndham,” Orelan muttered huskily against his chest. Then he felt her lips pouting a kiss to the muscular center.

One more moment,
he wanted to shout, yet he knew that he did not have even the grace of that.
But one day,
he promised himself, as he turned his body, taking Orelan to his side as he leaned over her. Her irises were sated and sultry in golden honey coloring. Feline eyes, he told himself. After their intimacy together, he severely dreaded what he had to do next. He had just taken her virginity and that was just too precious to be trampled upon, yet he had no choice.

“And you are a
slut
, Orelan,” he uttered. “
My
slut now.”

“No!” she instantly hissed with a flash of anger in her yellow-almond shaded eyes. Yet then, she crumpled with a helpless gaze. It seemed that she understood the crazy game they were being forced to play. “Wyndham, I cannot. I am too foolish,” she whispered, turning her face to the side. “I do loco things, when I am so afraid. I cannot help myself...”

“You
will
now,” he interrupted her roughly.
“You
will do everything that I command you to do. Or I will take a whip to your naked ass, instead of a leisurely belt, and I will
not
stop this time.”

“No! Dios,” she cried, trying to turn her body away from him. But he did not allow it, holding her shivering nakedness tight against his body.

“Are you afraid to be whipped, Orelan?” he ruthlessly asked.

“Yes, you beast!” she cried.

“And you know that I will do it?” he asked relentlessly.

“Yes,” she hissed with frustrated and frightened tears in her eyes.

“Then, show me how obedient you will become with the threat of a whip to your tender flesh,” Wyndham said mercilessly. “Go now and supplicate yourself over the stool.”

Orelan sucked in an emotional breath, trying furiously to fight her frightened and heaving emotions. A part of her believed that Wyndham would never truly hurt her. Yet, she needed to believe that he would do just that, so she could fight her unruly emotions. Emotions that would get her into such trouble beneath Alexei’s power. She thought it was possibly a good thing that she was so irrational at the moment or she would never have been able to do as her golden puma commanded.

Yet, the fear inside her was sweeping as she rose with Wyndham’s intense purple eyes watching her. Then she lowered her nakedness over the stool in an exposed defenseless position. The tears that would not come before pooled beneath her clenched eyelids as she supplicated herself to Wyndham’s greater power.
What would he do to her,
her mind cried as she listened to him rising behind her? Her body trembled terribly as she heard him draw nearer to her. Yet it was working, as much as she wanted to turn and spit fire at him, she could not dare herself to.

“
Will
you need the whip, Orelan?” he asked harshly behind her.

“No, I...” she choked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Then, say it,” he commanded roughly.

“I am your slut! I will obey you,” she cried, and then she nearly screamed, when she unexpectedly felt one of Wyndham’s hands touch the flesh of her shuddering buttocks. But it was cream! He was putting a cooling salve on her shaking bottom. Not punishing her more fully into his power. Then she did cry. Hot silent tears of shame, and then determination. She would not let her golden puma down, and she would not allow him to be killed or harmed because of her foolish prides. And this she would do, not because she was frightened, but because she loved him and because of this love for him, she would willingly give herself over to Wyndham’s power.

Chapter Six

The gown had arrived an hour earlier with a command from Alexei that Orelan should wear it that evening. Wyndham finished the task of wrapping his knee with a supporting bandage. From the glimpse he’d gotten of the gown, he knew it was scandalous attire. Still, when he looked up to see Orelan standing in the entrance to the bathing chamber, he had to use an incredible amount of willpower to keep his features impassive. Debase, intoxicating, and carnal were the words that sprang to his mind.

The gown, if one could call it that, was composed of lavender lace widely embroidered, and so loosely that each movement of the shapely body beneath showed glimpses of peach-tinted flesh. Flashing glimpses of the under curve of one breast, the top of one pink nipple, or the dark shadow of an inner thigh, and there he stopped looking, instead glancing down at the bandage on his knee. Orelan was naked beneath the sheath of lace, he knew she had to be, and that was the point of Alexei sending the gown. He also knew that if Orelan were to turn about, it would be as though viewing her tantalizingly naked buttocks, while seen through a sheer embroidered silk screen. He dared not look closely enough to see if she had managed to cover her mons. A place he coveted as his alone.

Yet what disturbed him more than the scanty attire barely draping Orelan’s lovely body was the thick jeweled choker around her slender neck. It was nothing less than a perverted collar with a long hanging jeweled leash. The end of which, Orelan had wrapped around her delicate wrist. This collaring and leash were what disturbed her most, making her appear anxious and flushed.

Steeling himself, Wyndham raised his gaze taking in Orelan’s rouged lips, the exotic line of kohl over her eyes, and the luxuriousness of her thick hair piled in a tumble on top of her head.
Exquisite.
Femininity at its fullest and choicest. He lifted his hand to her, steadily, dropping his gaze to the end of her jeweled leash. She understood of course and chose for the moment obedience. He only prayed that it lasted, beneath his coarse threats to whip her. How perverted was that, and how unexpectedly heady was her submission to him? He could not answer his conflicting emotions . . . not now.

So instead, he took the end of the gilded leash that she offered him as he straightened his injured leg so that his trouser leg slid down over the bandage concealing its tenuous support. His evening shoe settled on the marbled floor as he wound the leash around his wrist drawing Orelan closer to him.

Her gaze was stark and filled with a kaleidoscope of emotion, as she whispered anxiously, “What will happen to us, Wyndham?”

He pursed his lips grimly. They would not arrive at the end of this unscathed. It was a deadly game of cat and mouse that he played for Orelan’s life, and ultimately his own. Unfortunately, Alexei was a master of such perversions. “Nothing we cannot survive,” he answered, praying it was true, yet knowing there could be worse things than death. He had nearly been there once and it frightened him now, how close he was again.

It was Sodom and Gomorrah,
Orelan thought. An orgy of flesh and opulence everywhere she gazed. This was what she had been terrified at seeing each evening that she’d hidden in her chambers, since Alexei had kidnapped her. She had wondered then, why he’d not forced her to come to his regular evening parties.

She still did not know, and she also keenly felt that she was missing something. Something more than just Alexei’s need for vengeance upon her. Something still which she and Wyndham did not understand. But perhaps Wyndham did, she thought glancing up at his chiseled and masculine features. Then, she shivered, frightened even more than before.

Wyndham was too manly. So handsome and much too compelling with his collar length blond hair streaked with yellow highlights and his vivid purple-sapphire eyes. His jawline was square-boned and his build was powerful. All of the barely dressed and undressed women in the rooms that she and Wyndham passed through gazed at her Wyndham avidly. But so did Alexei and that was perhaps disturbing her the most.

Hastily, Orelan turned her shocked gaze from one man ardently kissing another man to collide with the view of a naked man coupling a naked woman from behind, while the woman took another man’s pene into her mouth. The naked threesome was on top of a raised dais in the center of the last room that she and Wyndham had just entered. These three people were on display, she finally realized. They were performing, and it seemed the crowd surrounding them was giving them instructions on what to do next.

“Dios,” she whispered, not consciously realizing that she’d stopped to gape.

But then, there was a strong masculine arm angled across her back and a sturdy shoulder to lay her cheek upon. Wyndham’s heat and strength enveloped her as he lifted her chin with his knuckles, until she gazed upward into his eyes. They did nothing more than gaze at each other, yet Wyndham’s nearly black irises spoke to her. Calming her. This was not for her innocent eyes, yet she must endure.

“Fuck her in the ass!” the crowd shouted behind them and Orelan flinched, clutching the lapel of Wyndham’s black evening jacket.
She would not panic,
Orelan told herself fearfully.
Yet what would happen to her now,
her mind cried as Wyndham’s arm tightened around her.

“Ah! Lord Hawkenge, and his, pretty Latin whore,” Alexei exclaimed from somewhere behind them and the sound of his voice, those words, made Orelan whimper in anxiousness.
She could not do this,
she thought angrily. But just then, Wyndham grasped her chin, forcefully lifting her skittering gaze to his. The force of his will as seen through his blackening sapphire eyes was uncompromising.

“If you believe, Orelan, that I will not force you to my will in this public place,” he uttered, “
You
are mistaken.” Wyndham brought her up onto her toes roughly, by his hands now clasping her bare shoulders. “
What
would you do to stay alive?” he hissed lowly. “Would you
fuck
me? Here in public, if it meant a sharp knife would not slit your graceful neck?” Agonized, Orelan tried to turn her face from Wyndham’s sneer, yet he would not allow it. He shook her. “
Answer
me,” he uttered with barely controlled intensity.