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

This experience, this Christmas Eve…well, it will stay with me for the rest of my life.

Harry’s arms were strong, and he held me tightly to his bare chest, seeming to enjoy the touch of my hand as I held on to him for safety. His eyes - oh, the look in his eyes. No longer distant or shuttered, he smiled at me with the warmest affection, the sweetest curve to his lips.

I bravely reached for them with my fingers and to my surprise he opened his mouth and sucked one inside. I grew instantly aroused, and the tone was set for the rest of the night.

Our game continued, but this time with most of us sitting on the bed. Fewer candles gave the room a more sensual feel, and with so few clothes left between us, there were only a few throws needed to render my gentlemen beautifully naked.

Our inhibitions, if we still had any, had been destroyed by the very fine brandy, and I trembled with desire as four pairs of hands helped rid me of my last garment.

I cannot forget the roll of the dice…a one and a two. Three…my lucky number.

Although at that moment it was four. 

Where was Royce? I didn’t realise until that moment that he’d not come into my chamber. I understood why, but even so I was saddened by his absence. I would like to have seen his face, his expression, as my final piece of clothing fell to the floor.

But the attentions of the others soon distracted me away from such thoughts.

All four of my gentlemen were nude. How can I describe the incredible masculine beauty that surrounds me? Do I have the right words to convey how magnificent Gabriel’s pale skin looks in the firelight? Or how Evan’s eyes light up when he touches me? Can I convey the thrill of Harry’s hands roaming over my skin or Jeremy chuckling as he tickles my neck with his tongue?

I wish I had a greater skill with words, or - even better - an ability to paint the scenes reflected in my mirror last night. If I had that talent, the walls of Wolfbridge would be covered with erotic paintings of my gentlemen. So perhaps it’s a good thing that I cannot reproduce the magnificence surrounding me.

I touched them all, as they touched me. We tumbled onto my bed, which thankfully is of a very good size. All four of us mingled our bodies, and in truth most of the time I knew not who was doing what to whom.

I was kissed. Oh so many times, each man tasting slightly different, each man loving my mouth with his. To be kissed thus, to be so aroused and to feel so cherished…no, I cannot describe it.

Nor can I describe how it is to be not only kissed but have one’s breasts suckled. By two men, one on either side of me. When a fourth kisses between my legs, I am lost, drowning in sensations that are stealing the breath from my lungs. 

I recall raising my hands to touch the heads suckling me, knowing that it was Gabriel and Jeremy from the feel of their hair.

Evan’s tongue was in my mouth, so it was Harry who thrust his tongue eagerly between my thighs, pressing hard, devouring my sensitive flesh.

Just writing of this moment…I must stop and collect my thoughts…

Chapter Twenty-Four

Journal of Gwyneth, Lady of Wolfbridge - Christmas Day - 1818 (continued)

There. Evan just brought me tea and a glass of something tasty in case I had a headache after the brandy last night. He is so very caring and thoughtful, always putting others before himself. I love him so dearly for that and many other things.

Truthfully, he looked slightly the worse for wear, but I refused to remark upon it, merely thanking him and giving him a kiss good morning.

Perhaps I am unusual in that I awoke feeling quite well, although a little stiff and sore in places. But I should return to my description of the night before I forget any of the details. 

Am I a wanton and disgusting woman? Perhaps so. And after I finish describing our Christmas Eve, many would not hesitate to condemn me. But to them, I say “I could not care less”. Let the world think what it will.

I have never spent a better Christmas Eve, nor could I be happier than I am at this moment.

I lay amidst my gentlemen, holding them to my body, parting my thighs and inviting them to pleasure us all. And they did, most heartily.

We knew, we yearned, and we took, uncaring of convention or propriety.

Harry brought me with his tongue, fierce and hungry, lapping at me until I squirmed and cried out. Adding to the pleasure, I had two men sucking my nipples, little love bites that aroused and excited me beyond belief. As the passion rose, I felt Evan move his face from mine, but he did not leave, he merely adjusted the position of my head and put his cock against my lips.

What could I do? I opened my mouth and licked, encouraging him to push within. I sucked him as others sucked me. I could not move as much, but with the way my head was resting, Evan found a rhythm against my lips and tongue that seemed to give him pleasure.

The taste of him pleased me too, and I felt him throb against my lips even as I heard his groans. As Harry brought me to the edge, Evan spilled into my mouth and I drank him thirstily, taking all I could as Harry sucked me into my first release of the night.

His cry blended with mine and for a moment we were both tossed into that