Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (4 page)

Camille was laced so tightly, she wasn’t sure she could sit comfortably, but she tried, taking her slippers off and sighing. A knock sounded on the door.

“Come in.” Her voice quavered with fear and desire.

“Our sweet bride,” Knoll whispered.

“Yes.” Mortimer hissed. Titus took her hand and pulled her off the bed.

Her head spun, and Camille realized she wanted them more than she wanted to resist.

“Let’s get you out of this dress. You’re a vision, everything I imagined you would be on our wedding day.” He moved behind her, and she felt his fingers at the row of buttons.

“Some help, brothers?” Knoll and Mortimer joined him, Mortimer’s hand on her waist as he worked on the buttons. Finally, the dress loosened, and Camille felt lips hot on her neck. She wasn’t sure which man kissed her, tracing fire over her back. She moaned in pleasure.

“Go to the bed and lean over it.” Titus’s voice shook with lust. Camille’s breath came faster. She wouldn’t be able to see the men behind her. She braced herself against the bed, leaning over. Hands slid under her dress, throwing it up and pulling her tights down with ferocity.

“Look at her bottom. It’s incredible.” She recognized Mortimer’s voice.

“My perfect bride. I’m so happy.” Gentle hands pulled her beaded, silky underpants down.

“Sweet heavens,” Knoll whispered.

“And you’re all ours,” Titus said as Camille felt warm hands on her backside, then lips kissing and sucking her globes. She sighed, her pussy growing wet. Camille squirmed, wanting to be touched.

“Since you’re my bride, I’m going to consummate the marriage first.” Titus’s voice was hoarse and brooked no argument. Camille nodded, looking over her shoulder as he slid his breeches down and ripped off his waistcoat and shirt. His blond hair gleamed in the last rays of day that spilled through the window, falling on his thick cock as it rose against his stomach.
He’s gorgeous, and he’s mine.
She felt his rigid cock against her bottom, pressing into her. Camille whimpered with desire.

“That’s all for you, Camille. I’ve been holding out for days and nights since you were here, wanting to spill my seed every night with dreams of your breasts and your pussy spread before me.”

“Bend over the bed further so we can see your sweet pussy, Camille.” Knoll spoke, his voice quiet as usual. Camille spread out against the bed, her stomach and cheek flat. She heard Mortimer suck in his breath.

“Hurry up, Titus. I’m not going to be able to hold out, looking at her.” A rustling of clothes ensued as she felt Titus’s fingers inside her pussy, probing deeply.

“How does that feel, sweet bride? Is it enough?” He rubbed around her clit until it became swollen and painful.

“No,” Camille whispered, her eyes closed.

“What else do you want? Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Your cock inside me.”

“Do you now? I think I can oblige.” He spread her pussy wide, and Camille groaned loudly as he slid into her, hot and thick, penetrating her deeply due to the angle and his length.

“How do you like your first cock?” Titus whispered, and Camille felt the softness of his pubic thatch against her ass.

“I do like it very much,” she murmured, her face turning red.

“I want to hear it a bit louder, or I’ll have to take it back.” Titus slid out of her, and she whimpered.

“I like it. I want you to fill my pussy.”

“I’m glad to hear it, princess.” His voice was thick with lust as he pushed into her, making her gasp as he hit her cervix. He rubbed her swollen clit lazily.

“I think I’m going to come first, and you can wait. I want you to really enjoy me and my brothers. How’s that sound?”

“As you wish.” Camille closed her eyes in ecstasy as he slid in and out of her, his hand on her hips as he thrust.

“We will take care of you as well, my queen.” Titus pounded into her, and she moaned with her arousal, aching for release as she knew his orgasm was near.

“I’m going to come in this sweet pussy, claiming it for my own.” He slammed into her, gripping her hips and shouting as warm liquid burst inside her and ran down her thighs. Titus leaned over her and kissed her cheek.

“I can’t wait anymore.” Mortimer’s voice came to her, rough in her ear as he flipped her over on the bed. Camille gasped at the ferocity in his eyes.

“Well, I can’t either, brother.”

Chapter 5

Camille swallowed hard, Knoll coming to stand by the bed.

“Then we both take her. I get her pussy and you can have her other sweet hole, if that’s agreeable to you.” Knoll nodded, his eyes burning with desire.

“Yes.”

“In that case, darling, you’re going to have to ride my cock.”
 

Camille blushed, not sure what he meant. “I–I don’t understand.”

“You will. I’m a good teacher, and so is Knoll.” He laughed as they put her on the ground, pulling her dress off and letting it slip to the floor. They unlaced her corset, and she breathed out, relieved. Her breasts sprang free, instantly erect with the air hitting them, and Mortimer licked his lips. Mortimer lay on the bed, his thick, tanned cock tall against his stomach.

“Titus, did you bring the butter?”

“Yes. It’s in the jar.”

“Good, we’ll need it in a few minutes.” Camille’s heart thrummed, anxiety running through her.

“Come, my sweet slut. Sit on my cock.” He motioned toward his rigid shaft. She hesitated.

“I’ll teach you. You’ll do perfectly.” Camille knelt over him, aware the other two were watching. Mortimer pointed his cock upward.

“Just sit down on my cock, and you can ride it.” His black eyes danced. Camille lowered herself on to him, and he swore as her pussy closed around him. She gasped at the depth he penetrated her to.

“You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. That’s a good thing because we’re going to wear it out.” Mortimer sat inside her for a minute, grabbing her hips with his rough hands.

“All you need to do now is move up and down on my cock.” Camille shifted, lifting herself up a bit. Mortimer grunted.

“Oh, your pussy is hot.” She sank back down on him, moving slowly.

“Stop. If you don’t, I’m going to explode, and I don’t want to yet.”

“Knoll, come join us. Bring the butter with you.” Camille looked over her shoulder, wondering what they needed butter for.

“Just relax, princess. We’ll make you comfortable.” Camille ground her hips into his, and he groaned. A cold, wet sensation on her bottom drew an
ooh
from her lips. Knoll rubbed the butter into the tight hole, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“That will make it feel good,” Knoll whispered as he mounted the bed behind her. He lifted her ass up in the air, making Knoll curse softly with the pressure. Camille hissed as she felt Knoll’s finger slip into her hole. No man had ever touched her like that. He slid it in and out.

“How does that feel?”

“Not sure.” Her face flamed.

“You don’t have to feel embarrassed with us. We’re your mates.” Mortimer looked into her eyes and Camille wondered if he really felt what his eyes expressed, that he cared for her.
He only lusts after me.
Her mind came back to the task at hand when she felt another finger slip inside her, and she knew Knoll was stretching her passage.

“I want to get you nice and ready for me.”

Camille said nothing, wondering if it would hurt terribly. Mortimer stroked her breasts, squeezing her nipples.

“You have the finest breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, ducking her head, unable to look into his intense gaze.

“I think you’re ready now. I can’t wait to feel you, Camille.” Knoll’s voice was like a prayer, and Camille was touched at how gentle he was with her. If any man was going to enter her there for the first time, she would have chosen him. Camille moaned as the tip of his cock entered her. He stretched her cheeks wide and slid in a bit more, stopping to let her get used to it.

“How’s that?”

“Fine, so far.” She was bent over so far Mortimer had taken her breasts in his mouth and sucked them, sending tingles through her. Knoll slid into her all the way, resting inside her.

“Camille, you feel fantastic.” His voice broke. She moaned, the sensation of fullness in her holes and Mortimer’s mouth on her breasts putting her on edge again. Perhaps people thought the act of love with several men was immoral because it felt so delicious. Knoll slid out and pushed back inside her, his hands warm on her hips. Mortimer found the rhythm and pulled Camille up and down on his cock.

“Oh, yes, take that cock,” he whispered, nipping her breasts at each pass. His fingers worked at her clit, and Camille whimpered, her body begging for release.

“I’m going to come, Camille,” Knoll said, groaning.

“Oh, yes.” Knoll clenched her hips, and his warm seed spurted into her hole. He pushed as deeply as he could into her, making her cry out.

“This slut’s learning how to take it now,” Mortimer said, pulling her lower on his cock. Camille didn’t know whether to enjoy or dislike his references to her, but that was his style. Or was it? Maybe he really did think of her as a slut. Knoll slid out of her, wet seed flowing down her quivering thighs. He leaned over her for a moment, kissing her back.

“You are so lovely, my Camille.” She moaned in response, her passion building as Mortimer drove harder into her with his cock, filling her pussy. He grabbed her ass.

“Are you ready to come? Come for me.” Camille needed little instruction, hovering on the edge as she had been. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her shout and tears spring into her eyes with its force. Mortimer bucked and yelled as he spilled into her. He pushed into her one last time, his chest heaving with the exertion of it. Then he rolled her over on to her back.

“I’m so glad we married you.” Camille still hadn’t caught her breath, and she didn’t know what to say. Titus slipped in bed beside them.

“You’re perfect.”

“Thank you.” Heat coursed through Camille’s body.
If they only knew...
She wondered how long she would be able to keep her secret.

“Sleep now, princess,” Titus whispered, kissing her lips. Mortimer kissed her cheek, and Knoll caressed her back. Feeling the exertions of the afternoon and evening, Camille slept.

Chapter 6

Morning light broke through her window, and Camille stumbled out of bed, retching. The bed was empty beside her, and she wondered where Titus had slept. She knew there was probably another chamber for him to sleep in and that husbands and wives only shared beds sometimes. Though the beds here in the Hall were large, most were not elsewhere. Camille grabbed the chamber pot from under her bed and vomited into it twice. Relief flooded through her that Titus was not there. Groaning, she lay back in bed and pulled the rope by it. A pert, young maid came to the room, curtsying.

“My lady, I’m to be your lady’s maid. Anything you need, you call on me. My name is Brilla.”

“Thank you, Brilla,” Camille whispered, her voice coming out as a croak.

“My lady, are you ill?”

“No, but I need some water and bread at least for breakfast. No eggs or heavy food.” The thought of a large breakfast made her stomach turn over again.

“Yes, my lady.” Brilla’s large, blue eyes searched her face, and Camille figured the woman suspected. Women always did. Camille crawled back into bed, feeling clammy and out of sorts. Brilla returned within minutes with a tray of dry toast, tea, and fruit.

“Thank you so much. This is fabulous.” Camille smiled, tears in her eyes at finding her lady’s maid so competent and kind. It was good to have a friend, or at least someone who would watch over her in this house.

“Would you like to dress, my lady?”

“Come back in a few minutes.” Camille reveled in the silence as she forced toast and tea down. She felt marginally better after eating.

“Miss?” Brilla poked her head in the room.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“My lady, you have a seamstress coming in to measure you this morning since there wasn’t ample time before the wedding. The few things Lord Tremont purchased for you are in the armoire.”