The Rightful Lord (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 3) by Sahara Kelly (13 ebook reader .TXT) 📕

I think Royce is very pleased that Harry has assumed much of the estate business. His legal experience, along with his ability to manage such a large property, has taken a weight off Royce’s shoulders and he seems more good-natured, although still his commanding self.

Harry…well, what shall I say about him? I like him. Very much. And he knew Michael all those years ago, sharing a battle that I shudder to even name. The one that took Michael from me. 

It’s strange now, I can write those words without the agonising pain that usually accompanied such thoughts. Knowing he received my letter and that it made him happy—well, that is healing balm to the wound in my soul. I adored him with all the passion I could imagine as a young girl. And there will always be a place in my heart reserved for him alone.

Had I not loved him, perhaps I might never have found love again, as I have here at Wolfbridge. Especially after the nightmare I suffered at the hands of the deceased Earl of Kilham. But thanks to Michael’s legacy, my heart was not dead, but merely dormant, to be awoken by the passions of my gentlemen.

Evan, Jeremy and Gabriel are my rocks. My staunch supporters, my lights, my happiness. Their love is unconditional, unquestioning, and I rise each morning knowing that I am twice the woman I would be without them. Royce has become the foundation upon which we all rely, and I have a feeling that Harry may occupy a similar position within our household before too long. 

He kissed me. Our first kiss, in a meadow, after I had cried away my pain and cleared some shadows I’d held within me. It was tender, then passionate…I found it arousing and I must admit, here in the privacy of this journal, that I eagerly await his presence in my bed. 

I shall not demand it, though. Something will tell me that the time is right; it always does. 

In the meantime, I have my three lovers ready at any and all times.

Gabriel lured me to the attic a few days ago, under the pretext of sorting out some old trunks. His humour was contagious, and when we discovered one full of ancient clothing—and many moths—we laughed as we tried on various hats, cloaks and other fancy accessories. He found a glorious gown, sadly showing the depredations of mice, but still revealing gold thread within the fabric.

He urged me to try it on, and I was quite willing, admiring myself in the tight corset and voluminous skirts of many decades ago. Such constraints do indeed enhance a lady’s bosom, and Gabriel made it clear that he was very much entranced by mine.

He loosened the laces and dipped his hands beneath, lifting my breasts above the boning and freeing them for his attentions. His mouth, his tongue, even his teeth…I was quite wild after only a few minutes of such exciting caresses.

It’s not hard to imagine how we both came to be naked and entangled upon a very ancient couch. He’d whisked away the cover and there it was, deep red velvet with only a few tears and holes. Insisting I should like there, reclining in a suitably artistic pose, Gabriel flattered me shamelessly, touched me everywhere, and finally lay between my legs, his mouth once again driving me up that wonderful path to ecstasy.

I came, not once, but twice, since he followed up his lascivious kisses with his cock, scarcely waiting for my shudders to decline. Once in me, it was a matter of moments before I rose once more, this time with him inside and driving me with his hips and the force of that thick hardness rubbing sensitive places.

I think I may have screamed, or perhaps it was Gabriel. Or even both of us. 

The pleasure of such a thing is beyond words, and yet each time my gentlemen love me it seems as if I respond even more wildly.

I am so very blessed, and I thank the good Lord every day for delivering me from the hell of Kilham to the heaven that is Wolfbridge.

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“It’s All Hallows’ Eve next week,” observed Jeremy as they ate dinner. “The end of October already.”

Evan nodded and passed the plate of roast chicken to Gabriel. “They’ll build the bonfire shortly.”

“Bonfire?” Harry paused with a fork halfway to his mouth. “Isn’t that for Bonfire night?”

Jeremy shook his head. “Yes and no. Yes, bonfires are more commonly found on that day, but around here the old traditions linger in one form or another. Mrs B has been filling us in about it.” He took a sip of his wine. “Back in the past, long, long ago, there were all kinds of celebrations built around something called Hallowmas, I think.”

“Oh.” Gabriel’s eyebrows rose. “I’ve heard of that. All Saint’s Day.”

“It tends to be regional, doesn’t it?” Royce added his mite. “I had more than a few men serving with me who celebrated, and in different ways depending on where they hailed from.”

“So what happens here at Wolfbridge?” Harry asked the question that was trembling on Gwyneth’s lips.

Jeremy laughed. “Nothing until this year. Until Mrs B found out about it from her relatives up north. She has been very detailed in what is supposed to occur.” He glanced at Gwyneth. “I hope you don’t mind...”

“Of course not,” she declared. “Mrs B is a woman of great sense and has my utmost respect and admiration. If she thinks it’s a good idea for us to celebrate, then celebrate we will. What will happen?”

Even chuckled. “Well, first our tenants will put out all their fires.”

Gwyneth blinked. “All of them?”

“Yes.”

“But…”

Jeremy forestalled Gwyneth. “’Tis only for a short while. The embers will barely have chance to cool.”

“Ah.” Still puzzled, she waited