Page 89 of A Tale of Two Dukes

“I will never stop thanking the heavens for delivering me such an angel.” He smiles down at me, warm, tender, his gaze infused with love.

The bond hums in satisfaction as my family and his continue to learn about each other. I watch, my heart nearly bursting. My sister, happy and healthy. My mother… Well, is my mother. But best of all is the grace my husband shows, hanging on their every word as if spoken by the priests themselves.

I couldn’t have asked for a better match than this man. He is perfection, the dominant force I never knew I needed. Hearing my thoughts, he turns, his heated gaze melting me on the spot.

“Forgive me, My Lady, but I would be remiss if I didn’t converse with my other guests. You will pardon me for stealing my wife away?”

“Of course, Your Grace. She is yours now to do as you see fit.”

“That she is.” The double entendre in words makes my stomach clench and laughter bubble up in my throat.

Whisking me away, he gives cursory greetings to everyone we pass. However, he doesn’t linger long. Grabbing my hand, he leads me away from the noises of merriment and into his office.

Ensuring our privacy, he locks the door behind us and pockets the key. “Now then, Duchess. I believe you said something about making things worth my while?”

With a grin, I sink to my knees, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “Why, Your Grace, whatever do you mean?”

Growling, he rips the cravat from his neck and winds it about in his hands. The scent of arousal perfumes the air, making me dizzy with need. “My vexing little kitten,” he murmurs, running his finger along my cheek. “Open your mouth.”

The moment my lips part, he shoves the cloth in, his lips slashing into a feral smirk. “We both know you’re unable to keep quiet when I have my way with you. No sense in allowing others to hear the sounds of pleasure as they fall from your lips. That’s for me and me alone.”

Slick gathers on my thighs as he picks me up and takes me over to a large chair. Setting me down, he makes a grand show of removing his coat and waistcoat, laying them both on his desk. With slow, tortuous movements, he unbuttons his breeches and slides them down his hips.

He picks me up again and spreads my knees apart, forcing me to straddle his thighs as he sits back down. Groaning, I revel in the feel of his cock brushing against my lower lips, the thick head probing my entrance. Thankfully, the cravat in my mouth stifles my shriek of ecstasy as he slowly pulls me down, spreading me open.

From this angle, he’s impossibly tight, stealing my breath. Soft squeaks and grunts fill the air as I fully sit on him. Tossing my head back, I shift my hips, my heart pounding at the delicious fullness.

“Damnation, kitten,” he groans, his fingers digging into my thighs. “I’ll never tire of this, of you. Now ride me.” With gentle movements, he guides my hips, showing me what to do.

Soon, I move with wild abandon, chasing the high of my release. Through the bond, my pleasure is amplified, mingled with his until I’m unsure of where I end and he begins. I see me through his eyes, the mask of love and desire painting me into some wanton goddess made for his delight.

My release hits me hard, forcing me to clamp down around his thick member. He groans, burying his face into my neck. “I love you, Catherine Dowding. With every fiber of my being, I will spend my life showing you the depths of my affection and esteem.”

Through the bond, I feel his outpouring of love, triggering another explosion of pleasure. Sliding his hands up my back, he eases off the chair and lays me on the ground. He pistons in and out, his rough movements stirring the tendrils of yet another release.

With forceful movements, he pounds into me, impaling me, slamming into that spot that makes my toes curl. My legs shake as yet one more orgasm surges through me, bowing me up. Setting his teeth to my shoulder, he muffles his exultant shout as his knot swells, locking the two of us together.

Lifting his head, he skims his fingers down the swell of my cheek, his eyes shining with pure, unadulterated love. “You are mine forever, kitten. No one will ever be able to pry you out of my grasp.”

My heart pounds in my chest as vibrations flutter through my body. The omega purr fills me, flowing between us, filling the space with my love. With a growl, he leans down and pulls the cravat from between my lips.

“As it should be,” I rasp out, basking in the afterglow. “Your grasp is just where I want to be.”

THE END

Catherine and William’s story is over, but make sure to keep reading to find out who will be forced down the aisle next.

EPILOGUE

Robert

A few weeks later

Apprehension crawls up my spine as I pace back and forth in front of Mother’s room. The doctor has been there for an eternity, and yet, I still know nothing about what ails her. It’s as if she’s been on a steady decline with no hope in sight.

As the natural-born son, I’m the rightful Duke of Blackport, whether my mother lives or not. However, it is out of love that I wish she would stay. I need her gentle presence, her soft laughter, and her astute wisdom.

I’m not so bold as to feel as if I know everything, and she was, rather still is, a fount of knowledge. When Father died, she shored us up and kept us going as I learned the basics of what it meant to be a duke. She’s an invaluable asset, as well as the kindest, most loving woman I’ve known.