Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (5 page)

“Oh. Any sack dress will do.” Camille’s heart pounded in her chest.
A seamstress will know.
Brilla chose a soft pink sack dress with romantic beading about the neckline.

“I’ll leave the corsets off today if you don’t mind,” Camille told Brilla, trying to sound offhand.

“Certainly, my lady.” The dress free of corsets was a relief, and Camille relaxed as Brilla fixed her hair half-up and half-down, winding fresh flowers through it.

“I picked them this morning. I thought you might fancy them.”

“Thank you, Brilla. How thoughtful. I do.”

A knock sounded on the door, and a boldly dressed older woman came in.

“
Ma chérie
. You are the bride, no?”

“Yes, I am.” Despite her nervousness about the woman seeing her body, Camille felt a flush of pride at being able to answer so.

“Ah, you are a pretty one.” The woman swooped around her, looking at her from every angle.

“Let’s get this dress off and measure you.” She motioned toward Brilla, who helped remove the dress.

“Brilla, that will be all.” Camille didn’t want her maid in the room when the other woman commented.

“I am Helga, by the way.”

“I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Camille.” The woman drew the tape measure along inseams and arms, clucking and nodding.

“Pinks, purples, and summery hues will make you look like a garden flower.”

Camille smiled at the thought.

Helga stopped as she measured Camille’s waistline. She frowned, looking Camille in the eyes.

“Oh, you will need to have some room here, no?”

“Yes.” Camille looked away.

“
Chérie
, don’t cry. It is a blessing. All will be well.” The woman squeezed her hand, and tears flowed.

“Thank you.” The rest of the session passed in silence, but Camille’s heart weighed heavy in her chest.

“You shall have a mountain of lovely gowns, pelisses, and more.” The woman kissed her cheek, and Camille nearly cried again.

“Thank you.”

“No. Thank His Grace.” The woman smiled at her.

“Yes.” Camille sank down on the bed after Helga had gone.
If only I had found the Tremonts a few months sooner...

* * * *

Titus poked his head into the room after knocking.

“Do you fancy a ride this morning?”

“I, well, I’m feeling a bit ill.” Camille felt sick to her stomach again at the thought of a ride. It wouldn’t be good for her for several reasons.

“I see. I’m sorry to hear that, princess.” Titus sat down beside her, putting his arms around her shoulders. She laid her head on his shoulder, breathing him in.

“You should ride and enjoy yourself.”

“I don’t know. I think I’d rather spend the morning with my bride.” He stroked her hair, saying nothing for a moment, and Camille realized she felt safe with him and wanted. She had only once felt that way with a man, and it had been all too fleeting and tragic.

“I want to go back to bed with you.” His low spoken words made Camille’s pulse race. She traced the blue veins in his wrist where his cuffs rode up.

“Oh, really?”

“I promise I won’t wear you out. I just want to love you. You’ve made me the happiest man in London.”

“And your brothers?” Camille's heart flooded with warmth in spite of herself at his words and the earnest look in his eyes.

“They are fond of you, too.” He looked troubled, but Camille wasn’t sure why.

“But you love me?” Her breath caught in her throat.

“Yes, I do. I’ve loved you since the second time I saw you in the streets of London. You didn’t see me, I’m sure.”

“No, I don’t think I did.” Camille surrendered to the feeling of being held against him. Titus unbuttoned her gown, stroking her hair in turns. He massaged her neck, working his hands down her back as she moaned with pleasure.

“Does that feel nice, love?”

“Yes, perfect.”

“This is much better than a ride by horse anyway.” He chuckled under his breath, and her face flamed at the thought of the night before. Her gown slipped off her shoulders, and he hoisted her up, pulling it down. He showered her neck and back with kisses, and Camille felt his hard cock against her bottom. She arched toward his mouth.

“I’m glad to have you to myself,” he murmured against her neck, biting her softly.

“It is nice.”

“Can you love all of us? Of course, I wish you to love me most.” He laughed, spinning her around to face him. Titus pressed his lips to hers, nipping at the bottom one playfully.

“I don’t know if I can. As I told you, I’m your wife, but love wasn’t part of it.” He touched her nipples, tweaking them and sending fire through her veins.

“It will be. My goal is to make you love me.” He put his mouth to her breast, sucking it and rubbing the other one with soft hands.

“Titus,” she whispered, giving in to him.

“Ah, I love that sound, darling. I think you shall come to love me in time. For now, wanting me in your bed is enough, and you do want me in your bed, don’t you?” She nodded as he picked her up and swung her on the bed. He lay beside her in no hurry, lazily stroking her body.

“You have such a pleasing shape, Camille, not too thin.” She squirmed at his words.

“Thank you.” He moved his hand over her mons, and she gasped as he swirled her clit in his fingers.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you so badly. I stayed up last night thinking about your cunt.” She arched a brow at him, laughing.

“What is it?”

“Your words. They sound so coarse coming from you. You’re so tender, as is Knoll. It’s Mortimer who is filthy.” He frowned, plunging two fingers inside her and making her moan.

“And do you like filth?”

“I like each of you.” Camille told the truth.

“Good. For now, I want you to like me best.” He rubbed her clit and slid his fingers in and out as her breath turned into gasps.

“Yes,” she whispered, thrashing at his touch. Her nipples were engorged, painful in her arousal.

“I am your husband, after all.”

“I know.” She ran her fingers through his hair.

“You rescued me. I’ll always remember that, and I hope you will, too.” She gave him a serious look. Titus raised his eyebrows.

“What’s this seriousness? Of course I’ll remember. I’ll never take you for granted. I had to have you.” He brought her to the edge of orgasm as the door opened.

“Having fun without me?” Knoll asked, his lips curled in a smile.

Chapter 7

“Come join us.” Camille held out her hand toward him, her cunt throbbing with arousal at the sight of the man who had so sweetly penetrated her other hole the night before.

“Thank you. I will.” He shucked his white shirt, waistcoat, and breeches, his cock springing up against his stomach. Camille smiled, licking her lips. She surprised herself for a moment with the action but realized she was having fun and starting to trust these men—her mates.

“I think I’ll take you up on that.” Knoll put his cock to her lips, prying them open amid her teasing.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you suck my brother.” Titus increased his pressure on her nub, bringing her to the edge of orgasm once again. He stroked his long cock with his other hand, watching her with his brother’s prick in her mouth. Camille shouted in orgasm as Knoll pushed his cock all the way into her mouth.

“Yes, come with my prick in your sweet, wet hole.” Knoll threw his head back as she pleasured him, his black hair shining in the sunlight through the window. Camille shuddered and trembled as Titus slowed his fingers on her cunt.

“I’d like to come on your pretty face while my brother comes in your mouth, princess. Are you amenable to that proposal?” Camille nodded.

“Very much so.” She moaned, her mouth full of Knoll’s cock.

He grasped her tit in one hand, massaging it and stroking his cock with the other. Knoll penetrated her mouth deeply, pushing all the way to her throat until Camille thought she would gag. Her enjoyment of it showed as she closed her eyes and moaned.

“Yes, suck my brother’s cock, sweet wife,” Titus whispered, not taking his eyes off her as he pulled faster on his engorged member. Camille moaned, her cunt tingling with arousal again. Knoll grasped her shoulders, shuddering in orgasm. Camille swallowed down the hot liquid, groaning as she did so.

“Camille, you know how to make a cock happy.” Knoll kissed her, probing her mouth where his salty semen lay. He knelt down beside her on the bed, playing with her breast and cunt as Titus grunted with effort.

“Bloody hell, that was sexy, Camille. I’m going to come.” He moved up toward her and put his cock right over her face, milky white semen spurting all over her eyelashes, cheeks, and mouth. Camille licked the cum off her lips with a pink tongue.

“Yes, lick it all off, princess.” Titus hissed. He moved his hand to her face, rubbing his jizz into her cheeks and pushing more of it into her mouth.

“Ummm.” Camille whimpered.

“Yes, I want you to bathe in it, sweet wife. I’m marking you with my cum.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her face growing warm with embarrassment at the things she had done and enjoyed. Camille wondered if all women enjoyed such things with men.

“I adore you.”

“As do I,” Knoll chimed in. The three of them lay together, their breathing slowing.

“And why wasn’t I invited?” Mortimer’s voice boomed in the doorway, making all three of them jump.

“You were not uninvited, brother,” Titus said, stroking Camille’s cheek.

“I’m inviting myself now.” He took his clothes off, his thick, hard dick springing out of his black breeches. His dark eyes burned into Camille’s.

“Come to the end of the bed, wench, and suck my cock. I know you’ve already had a mouthful and a cunt full from my brothers.” Camille sat up, heart pounding with excitement. She felt herself growing wet at the thought of sucking Mortimer’s cock while his brothers watched, and she thought back to her first night in the house when they had spent time alone. She scooted to the end of the bed, legs folded under her bottom. Camille grasped Mortimer’s warm, stiff dick in her hands.

“Oh, that feels heavenly.” He ran his fingers roughly through her hair. Camille put her lips around the head of his tanned cock, and he fondled her breasts. One of the other brothers moaned behind her, and she knew she must make a pretty picture with her bottom tilted in the air as she worked on Mortimer’s shaft. Mortimer tweaked her nipple as she took his cock in her mouth all the way.

“Mmm.” She moaned, reveling in his musky scent and his fingers on her nipples.

“You know how to suck a cock, slut. I knew I was going to love your mouth the day I saw you, and you haven’t proven me wrong.” Camille tilted her face to look at him, and he groaned, pushing his cock deeper in her throat until she wondered if she might gag on it. She grew wet as she saw his pleasure and gasped when she felt a finger flick through her own moisture from behind.

“Yes, do that again,” Camille whispered, taking her mouth off Mortimer’s prick for a moment.

He stroked her face, sighing.

“Don’t stop, my cock slave. Suck me.” She took him in her mouth again, and he stroked his cock from the base up, pushing the head and first few inches into her mouth.

“I’m going to blow inside that pretty mouth of yours. I love how you suck my cock.”

“I know you do.” Camille moaned as more fingers slid inside her wetness, and another one slid into her third hole, filling all of her. Fingers massaged her button, and she recognized them as Titus’s.
I love what he does to me and what all three of them do to me, though they are so different...
The thought went through Camille’s mind even as Mortimer stiffened and shouted, cum spurting into her mouth. She looked into his eyes as she swallowed the warm, thick liquid down, moaning. Mortimer kissed her head, tweaking her nipples again.