Divine Charity(Divine Creek Ranch 18)(118)

The rosy peaks of her nipples were barely visible through the lace of the sexy bra, as was the shadow of the scrap of satin covering her pussy through the petticoat.

“Why would I want to be a good serving wench?” she asked to herself as she tweaked her nipples. “When naughty serving wenches get punished?”

The tension growing in her core rippled through her as she put away her overnight case and her handbag, along with her shoes, wondering where her men were. She heard a thump in the distance.

Giving her wild hairdo one last tweak, she padded barefoot through the living room and turned off the porch light. The shredded sections of the petticoat swished against her thighs and calves, allowing a draft to tease her flesh.

She looked out the picture window that faced the road, her heart racing more with each passing minute. The sun had already set and shadows arched over the driveway from the tall trees surrounding the cabin. Movement caught her eye and she gasped as they appeared out of the shadows.

“Hot holy hell,” she whispered as she stared, spellbound.

Justin led the trio, clad only in leather pants and tall, cuffed boots. His chest was bare except for the bold, black tribal drawings circling his shoulders and collarbones, his biceps, and his cheekbones. The hair around his face looked like it had been caught into small braids at his temples. The hottest part of his costume, however, was the gleam in his eyes as he caught sight of her through the picture window, her feet frozen to the living room floor. He moved with animalistic grace, and his grin was purely carnal as he said something to Val and Ransome and pointed at her.

Val walked beside him, wearing breeches that looked like they were made from the shaggy hide of a mountain goat or some such animal, held up with a broad, brown belt that was covered with brass studs. His calves and feet were wrapped in fur-covered leggings and boots and he had similar markings all over his bare torso. His gait was loose and panther-like as he stalked toward the house, lustful intent in his eyes as he stared at her. His long black hair was pulled back in messy knots, making him look even wilder.

Ransome’s dark eyes drilled her, his lips in a flat line except for the very corners which were turned up in a smirk as though he was already envisioning her beneath him, at his mercy. He wore a knee-length leather kilt-like garment around his hips, belted with a strip of animal hide that matched the skin that was draped over one of his shoulders. His hair was pulled back in large sections and joined to a braid that skimmed the top of his head like a wild Mohawk, making his intense eyes appear even more exotic. His calves were wrapped in a similar hide that was held together with narrow strips of leather.

Three marauding Vikings.

Wondering if she’d just had a mini-orgasm, she watched as Ransome murmured something to the other men and rubbed his palm over the leather covering the bulge at his groin. Her own body responded with a hot pooling of moisture at her rapidly swelling pussy. What were they going to do? The answer seemed obvious and her heart pounded wildly. Besides the fact that they were going to have hell getting her out of that corset, she didn’t plan to make it easy for them. The men responded to Ransome, and then they stopped within a foot of the front deck. Justin kept his eyes on her but muttered something to the men so quietly she couldn’t hear it.

“Someone’s getting fucked tonight, for sure,” she murmured, still standing there immobilized as she waited. Her nipples were peaked so tightly against the lace of her bra that they stung.

Justin lifted his chin to her in an arrogant gesture, pointed at her, and then pointed at the porch, right in front of where he stood, imperiously summoning her. Challenge was in his eyes, mirrored by Val and Ransome’s. No hesitation, no breaking character.

“Oh God, I love them so much,” she whispered to herself. And then she lifted her chin in an equally haughty gesture and shook her head.

Justin jumped on to the front deck, glowered at her, and then took three bounding steps and burst through the front door with a roar, followed by Val and Ransome.

Excitement erupted inside her and she let out an eardrum-piercing scream and dashed for the back door that led onto the deck. Three rough, masculine howls of pure aggression shattered the air as she grabbed the knob and found it locked.

“Shit! I mean shite!” she yelped as she fiddled with the button on the knob, trying to turn it. In her excitement, she couldn’t get it to turn.

“Woman!” the largest of the arrogant beasts growled as he put out rough hands to stay his companions and strode several feet toward her. “Where is your lord?”

Gritting her teeth, she turned back to them, trying to get her breathing under control. “He is away. He fights your kind.”