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  This whole night has been a mistake. It’s been a true test of my will and control to have this woman looking like she does in my arms with my hands on her silky skin. She’s so open and responsive to carnal pleasures. It might be the drugged drink she had but based on her times with my three brothers it’s not just that. She’s a naturally sensual woman and it took everything I had not to find the nearest hard surface to throw her on so that I can strip this maddening dress off of her and devour her beautiful body with my hands, mouth, and cock for most of the night. The only thing stopping me is the knowledge that once I have her, I will never be able to stop and the pain and agony of living on centuries without her after she dies her mortal death will be excruciating. My brothers will already be facing that pain to come and someone will have to hold us together after she’s gone. And now this is happening to her. I knew exactly what was coming when the Marquis announced that the dessert course would only be served to the ladies, especially when he said for them to enjoy la petite mort. It is a common term in French to describe an orgasm.

  I lean closer to her and murmur in her ear, “I can have us out of here in a flash if you want me to stop this. You don’t have to do this for me, Eden.”

  Her hazy eyes meet mine and her back arches against her seat as her mouth drops open with a stuttered gasp before she manages to give the tiniest shake of her head as she clutches my arm harder. Her cheeks and chest flush with a pretty pink blush and she bites down on her bottom lip but when she licks her lips and whines with need, my hand comes up and cups her face so she’s forced to stare into my eyes. I use my thumb to caress her lips and barely suppress a moan of my own when they open and she sucks and licks at it. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been and straining painfully against the confines of my pants as I watch the orgasm build just by the way her expression changes. When her head falls back and her body arches against the table I lower my hand and cup her throat, squeezing gently. Her eyes have never left mine so I see the moment she finds release and almost spill my seed in my pants when her pupils blow out and I feel the tremors rock her body against my hand. Except for the quietest gasps she manages to keep her release between us. I would barter my soul to hear her scream my name in pleasure.

  We sit staring into each other’s eyes with so much to say but neither of us speaks. The minute people start rising from the table I pull her up and lead her quickly out of the room, through the ballroom, and up the stairs. I pause only long enough to snatch her cape from the pile that a servant holds and usher her straight out the doors. I keep a firm grip on her elbow as her legs are still unsteady and give a loud wolf whistle that my driver will recognize and bring the carriage around. As we wait I watch her out of the corner of my eye. Her head is tilted back and her eyes are locked onto the stars that fill the night sky, no doubt trying to process what just happened. When the carriage comes to a stop in front of us I don’t wait for the driver to get down to open the door just do it myself, ushering her up into it.

  I search for the words that should, no - need to be said, and come up blank. She still won’t look at me so I stay silent, giving her the space and time she probably needs right now as images of her face while being pleasured continue to flash through my mind.

  My fingers begin to ache after clenching my hands in fists for the twenty minutes we’ve been traveling in silence and the air is thick with tension as she stays locked in place, unmoving and staring at her lap. When she does finally move it’s simply because a shiver wracks her body and I curse myself for a fool as I swipe her cape from the seat beside me and move to drape it over her exposed skin to protect her from the evening chill.

  As I bring it around her shoulders to clasp it closed the back of my fingers slide along the soft skin of her neck and a different type of shiver travels through her. Her eyes finally move to mine and when I see the desire and need in them the ice-cold control I’ve mastered shatters. I snatch her from her seat with a snarl and yank her against me, my mouth dropping to hers in a savage kiss. There’s nothing sweet about the kiss as I ravage her mouth with my tongue prying her lips apart for access to her sweet depths. Her hands slide into my hair and make a fist to pull me even closer and even that isn’t enough. I need my hands on all of her. I need to explore every part of her, learn her body’s secrets, and consume it all.

  My hands drop to the skirt of her dress to gather the material so I can have her straddled on my lap, pressing against my throbbing cock, but the damn thing is so tight over her hips I growl with frustration at being denied the access I need. Ripping my lips from hers I reach up and pull one of the small ruby daggers from her hair and slide it between her skin and the black ribbons holding the garment to her. The ribbons part with next to no effort and the entire dress drops away from her body, leaving her entirely bare for my eyes to feast upon. With one hand I grip her rounded hip to hold her steady against the swaying of the carriage as she stands between my thighs and I look my fill.

  Utter perfection is what I see and I’m unable to stop my other hand from caressing her heavy breasts with my fingers circling one of her taut, pebbled nipples. The contact has her moaning and arching against my hand to beg for more. I can’t deny her so I pull her closer so that my lips can replace my fingers. I roll the bud between my lips and use my tongue to flick it before sucking hard on it. Her gasps of pleasure go straight to my cock as it demands contact but her clever little hands are already there and she works to free the beast from its fabric prison.

  When her hot, supple fingers wrap around my shaft and begin to stroke I almost spill my seed. It’s been centuries since I’ve been touched in this way and the need I’ve been bottling up behind ice feels explosive. I release her nipple with the intention of traveling lower to finally get a taste of her sweet cream that I can smell in the air but she takes control by pushing me back against the seat and straddling my lap. Her grip on my cock never falters as she slides the tip of it back and forth between her folds drenching it with her wetness. The sounds she’s making as she uses my cock’s head to pleasure herself is the most sinful music to my ears but they are drowned out by my roar when she aligns me with her opening and sinks straight down onto my shaft taking every large inch of me as deep as I can go.

  My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips in a bruising grip when she arches her back at being filled so deeply. It takes her a moment to recover from the stretch I cause her channel with her eyes wide with the shock of it but then she’s rolling her hips in a fast rhythm over my shaft sending fireworks of pleasure pulsing through me. I want to thrust up into her but I hold myself back as I watch her milk every ounce of pleasure for herself from riding my cock. Her velvet heat grips me tightly inside and I feel the first gentle clutching flutters around me as her release begins to build. I want to feel her come apart around me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my long life so I release one of her hips and slide a finger between her wet folds in search of her most sensitive spot. I work it with just enough pressure in my flicking and rubbing to feel her start clamping down on me as her release takes hold. Her slick heat squeezes my cock like a vise again and again as she milks me through her orgasm and it rips my name from her sweet lips. Hearing her say it in such a way has the last shred of my control crumbling away and I clamp back down on her hips so that I can thrust hard up into her. I’m ruthless and relentless in my thrusts, prolonging the orgasm that is shattering her until my own explodes so hard that my vision dims and greys.

  Eden collapses against my chest and her hot little breaths against my neck as she pants only make the moment that much sweeter. My arms come around her to hold her even tighter against my chest and I know I will never be able to let her go. We stay like that until her breathing slows and when my softening cock slips from her heat I feel her shiver against me. I use a linen handkerchief to gently clean my seed from between her legs, causing a small smile to form on my lips when she moans softly and then rearranges herself on my lap sideways. I swipe her fallen cape fr
om the floor and wrap it around us both to warm her. We still haven’t spoken once but our actions screamed louder than any words could.

  I hear her breathing even out when she slips into sleep and with her precious body cradled gently against me my thoughts are consumed by her. The attraction I’ve had for her has been there since day one but the other feelings that I’ve been denying have built and sneaked through the cracks of my walls. This would be so much easier if it was just sexual relations but I won’t lie to myself any longer. Every joyful laugh, teasing look, and considerate act from her has chipped away at my will to resist her. The woman came to us so damaged and desperate for love and I’ve watched her true personality flourish under our care and attention. I don’t think she even realizes that she no longer flinches from touch or that the mindless rage she would lose herself to has been mastered.

  The kindness she shows everyone, even the servants and her concern for me at being excluded from the foursome her and my brothers have made even after I’ve treated her so coldly tells me just how big her heart is and I can’t help but love her no matter how hard I tried not to. But it’s a dangerous, distracting kind of love that will have to be managed properly. First Luca almost got them both killed by trying to hide his true nature from her and now tonight, I was so consumed by her that I ignored the main objective for going to that deviant’s soirée in the first place. Eden sighs softly and burrows closer to me in her sleep and my heart aches from the love I feel. If we are not careful we will lose ourselves in our love for her and miss the many threats this world has over mortals. We all must stay on guard to protect her so that we may have as much time with her as possible before her natural cycle ends. The thought of the time she will leave us in death has me baring my teeth and considering the possibility of changing her into one of my kind for the first time since I sired Luca. I close my eyes against the crushing weight of knowing that isn’t an option. Eden would stop being the woman we now all love the moment the bloodlust hits her. The curse of those years and all the things she would do to satisfy the fire in her veins would break someone as sweet and kind as her. No, I’d rather see her die a natural death than have her hate me for what I’ve turned her into. Instead, we will treasure every moment we have with her and carry her in our hearts and memories until the day our own cycles eventually come to an end.

  The slowing of the carriage brings me from my musings and a quick glimpse out of the window surprises me that we have made it home already. Eden stirs in my arms and I tighten my hold on her not ready to end our time together. Selfishness washes over me and I decide that my brothers will have to cede their time with her for at least the rest of this night. I’ve only sampled a fraction of Eden’s charms and it is not nearly enough. I wake her with soft kisses and when her long lashes flutter open and her green eyes meet mine filled with contented satisfaction a wave of warmth fills my chest. This woman owns me now without saying a word.

  I sit her up and drape the cape around her properly so that her nakedness is covered completely. When the driver opens the door for us her cheeks fill with heat as she blushes and clutches the edges of the cape tightly to keep all of her skin covered. I step down first and turn to grasp her by the waist and lift her from the carriage. She tries to walk up the steps but I’m not ready to not have her in my arms so after I lean in and grab her ruined dress I scoop her up into my arms and carry her up the stairs and through the doors the footman has opened. Luca, Cade, and Finn are just coming into the foyer, alerted that we have returned.

  “How did it go, then?” Cade asks but rather than reply I just flick my wrist, sending the ruined dress his way.

  He catches it easily and holds it up with a grin and a laugh.

  “Aye, I’d say it went very well.” Finn chokes out while trying not to burst out laughing.

  Luca says nothing as he takes in Eden’s expression and the way she rests her cheek on my shoulder. He merely nods knowingly with a slight smile.

  I ignore them all and stride straight to the grand staircase to carry her to my chambers. She shifts slightly in my arms so she can look over my shoulder and lifts a hand to send them a lazy little finger wave. When we reach the door to my chambers I kick it open and place her on her feet so I can close and lock it behind us. I turn to face her with burning eyes and try to find the words I need to speak to her but again, come up blank. Instead, I flick the clasp on her cape so that it drops and pools at her feet and burn the skin of her body with my heated gaze. It’s a body I’m about to ravish in so many ways.

  Eden

  I stand naked except for the rubies and diamonds draped around my neck and feel hot wet heat pool between my legs at his hungry stare. He hasn’t spoken a single word to me since the…event…happened under the table but my brief concern that he would think badly of me for allowing it to continue was washed aside by what we did in the carriage. I chew on my bottom lip as the concern comes back. He probably thinks I’m a wanton whore that will take all comers into my body and that’s why he took his shot. If that’s his true feelings then I’ll take whatever he offers tonight and deal with the aftermath as best I can. When he finally moves it’s to reach for my hair and I stand stock still as he carefully begins removing the many pins anchoring it in place. His voice is low and thick with his promise as he finally speaks.

  “What happened tonight, under the table, will never happen again. No man other than myself and my brothers will ever touch or pleasure you again until the day you die, Eden. You are mine…ours…and only we will bring you to such heights in pleasure. I’m sorry I put you in such a position.” He pulls the last pin and gently rubs the ache from my scalp before spreading my hair out to fall over my shoulders.

  I feel a hint of tears burning in my eyes as I nod in agreement.

  “It was my choice to allow it to continue but no, no one else will ever touch me except all of you. I am yours and always will be. Nothing will ever change that.”

  I reach up to unclasp the heavy necklace from around my neck but he stops me.

  “Leave it.” He tells me taking my hand and walking me over to a tall mirror against one wall. He stands behind me in front of it and runs a hand down from my neck between my breasts over the heavy jewels and down to rest over my lower belly with his fingers splayed out and his thumb caressing my heated skin. He uses his other hand to pull my hair away and back behind me so that his mouth has access to my neck. His lips land on the sensitive skin just behind and below my ear and when his tongue tastes me a tremor ripples through me. Our eyes are locked in the mirror as his mouth slides down the column of my throat and his other hand pulls me back against his hardness to press against my ass.

  “Look at yourself, do see how exquisite you are? I would see you like this at all times, naked and draped in the finest jewels. Your beauty drives a man to madness.” He whispers against my skin as his hot mouth travels to the dip between my neck and shoulder. “Watch, watch how I drag you down into that madness with me.” He tells me as his long thick fingers spread my wet sex apart and slide deep into my folds. My head drops back against his chest as I arch into his touch searching for the delicious friction my pussy craves and I see the small smile that lifts his lips in the mirror and the wanton pleasure staining my face. His thumb circles my clit as two of those fingers thrust up into me. I’m so wet with need his hand is coated with my arousal as he slowly slides them in and out of me with just enough curl to hit the perfect spot inside me to have me bucking against him. His other arm is quick to wrap around my hips like a band of steel holding me still and causing a whine of want to escape my lips.

  “Please…I need you!” I beg, needing so much more from him. The arm holding my hips sweeps up my body to grip my throat and his fingers jerk my chin towards him so his mouth can capture mine with a brutal, bruising kiss that I feel all the way to my soul. I’ve never felt such need and want from a man before and my head swims in dizziness as his fingers and thumb stroke me to the edge of orgasm. His lips and fingers le
ave me so abruptly at the same time that I sway and would have fallen to my knees if he wasn’t holding me up. I meet his eyes in the mirror with a pleading look but he just chuckles and scoops me back up into his arms and carries me to his bed.

  “No, my little witch. The next time you find release will be on my tongue. I will erase any memory of another’s on your body.” He threatens while laying me out on the bed.

  My hands reach for him, desperate to help remove his clothes but he catches them in one big hand and holds them together. He removes his cravat and uses it to tie my wrists together to a dowel on his headboard.

  I groan, “Bas, Bastian, please, I want to touch you!”

  The Alpha-hole laughs softly. “You’ll just have to wait. I’ve been dreaming of all the things I’m going to do to your sweet, curvy body since you got here. I’m not letting you go until I’ve tasted, touched…” he grins, “And fucked every inch of you.”

  I have to press my thighs together hearing that word that I’m sure the wolves taught him come from his usually formal, proper aristocratic mouth. It’s so fucking hot. I’m forced to watch him slowly undress and my eyes lick at the broad chest filled with a Roman Centurion’s muscles. My pussy clenches hard at the drool-worthy V cut of muscle that leads down into his pants. Who knew Bas was hiding the body of a god under all that formal clothing he always wears? When his pants slide over his hips and his cock springs forth my eyes go round and my mouth waters. I want him inside me again so badly. He’s long and thick and I already know just how much he’ll stretch me, so damn sweetly, that I’ll feel every inch of him.

  Once he’s naked he climbs onto the bed at my feet and lifts one to his mouth. He works his way up the inside of my leg with a trail of hot wet kisses and licks. The closer he gets to my core the more I strain to lift my hips to meet his mouth but he detours around and continues upward, leaving me panting and moaning. My whole body is thrumming in need as his tongue circles my naval. His chest slides over my mound as he moves further up to my breasts and I shamelessly grind against it causing him to drop his weight down to hold me in place. I strain against the bonds holding my arms over my head and buck as hard as I can to try and loosen them so I can touch him but he’s not having it. Sebastian lifts his mouth from my skin and pins me with a look.