“It was not me. I didn’t do it.”
He exhaled hard, almost laughing. “What did she offer you in exchange for your maidenhead? You may as well tell me now.”
He kept trying to trick her like this, waiting for her to slip, but she was not the foolish little peasant girl he thought her. Deorwynn of Wexford would not be drawn into a confession by his silky sweet whispers and kisses.
“Do you see your mistress, Deorwynn? See how her wet juice shines on my friend’s shaft? Are you jealous of her to have all that cock? Are you angry?”
“No.”
“But you like Thierry and you do not share.”
She groaned softly. “Stop that.”
He held her breasts, fondling her as he looked over her head at the scene playing out in his chamber. “We could join them.”
“No!”
“Don’t you like Thierry any more?” he urged slyly. “Perhaps you don’t believe everything he tells you now.”
She shook her head.
“Perhaps he is not so gentlemanly after all, eh?”
“His easy charm misled me.”
He plucked her nipples gently through her gown and ran his palms across them. “You are naïve. You know nothing of men’s needs.”
“I know that one man is enough for me and one woman should be enough for …” she stopped herself in the knick of time, “…for him.” Flames tore through her body, as he manipulated her nipples again. She trembled, leaning back, her head resting in the curve of his broad shoulder.
Sybilia’s gasps and Thierry grunts floated around her as she watched them together.
“Not for men like us. We can never have enough from just one woman.”
She frowned. There was the boy again, she thought, eager to show off. The desire to change his mind and prove him wrong about his needs grew stronger.
“Oops,” he breathed in her ear. “There he goes.”
Thierry groaned, pumping his seed into Sybilia as she straddled his groin, sweat coating her body. Now Sybilia had someone else to blame for her pregnant state, should Guy not lay with her soon.
“If you like to share, my lord,” she muttered dryly, “why was it so important that your bride be untouched?”
“It was not,” he replied, “until I saw you for the first time and assumed you were my bride.”
Startled she turned her head and found his lips very close to hers.
“I did not care about a virgin bride until then,” he added.
“But I thought you insisted on a virgin! She said— ”
“I cared more about the dowry my wife would bring to me than the maidenhead.”
She stared at his lips. “Oh.”
“Until I saw you. In the bath.”
“Don’t speak of that again. It was a …wicked lapse.”
“It changed my priorities in a bride very quickly.” His lips touched her cheek. “You wanted me that night when I watched you in the bath,” he whispered. “Admit it.” His rigid cock pressed into her back. If he lifted her clothing and bent his legs he could have impaled her where she stood. “Why now do you fight the desire between us?”
“I did not know who you were then,” she answered truthfully, closing her eyes, inhaling his hot, manly scent.
“When I felt your maidenhead that first night, I knew it was meant to be mine—that I would be the one to take it,” he growled.
“And so you did.” It slipped out of her while she was so distracted by the writhing couple on the bed.
He spun her to face him. “Aha!”
Frustrated with herself, she turned her head away but he held her fast.
“Tell me, Deorwynn. Say the words. I must hear you say them.”
It was useless. Of course he knew. He’d probably always known, she realized.
“You had me on your wedding night,” she groaned, facing him again. “But you knew all along it was me.”
His blue eyes lightened, triumphant. “Yes. Yes, and by Christ I’ll have you again.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but his lips sought hers, covering them. Her hands came up to push him away, but instead they found his face, holding it, feeling the rough stubble on his cheeks. He ground his lips and teeth into hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth.
In her side vision, she saw Sybilia climb off Thierry’s lap and kneel over his face while preparing to take his wet cock in her mouth. She was, it seemed, enjoying herself.
“Deorwynn.”
Guy’s firm fingers trapped her chin and turned it so he had her full attention. His mouth closed hard over hers again. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she reached her arms around his neck, pressing the length of her body to his. He gasped in surprise at her final surrender, glad laughter rippling through his torso, as she ate at his lips and his tongue, her fingers stroking his broad neck and the shifting, flexing muscle in his shoulders.