A Tale of Two Dukes, page 30
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.
Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, bemoaning her potential death. Alongside my love for her and desire to keep her well and safe, my two younger sisters are poised to go to their coming out next season. I’m useless with that.
My only benefit would be keeping the cads and rakes away. Again, I start to pace, my mind rumbling with murmurings of inevitably. The moment the door opens, I race over to the doctor.
His face is pale and drawn. Shaking his head, he heaves a sigh. “She needs her rest. It doesn’t appear to be anything contagious, so this house is spared in that regard. I will check in with you in a week to measure her improvement.”
“Is she…” I falter, not wishing to say the word. “Dying?”
“We all die, Your Grace. But your mother is strong. No doubt this is just some odd malady laying her low. In the meantime, no stress. She must rest.”
“I understand.” I watch as he walks away, my limbs becoming numb as helplessness infuses my body.
Preparations must be made just in case. I head to the study, prepared to hire more servants if need be, when my entire world falls about my ears. An alluring mixture of blackcurrant and peach slams into my lungs, leaving me breathless.
At first, I thought perhaps the cook was preparing something for dinner, but my gut tells me it’s an altogether different form of dessert. No one in this house smells like that. No doubt I would have cast them out, ridding me of the mouth-watering temptation.
Making my way down the hall, I pause as a deep voice rumbles out from an open door. My butler seems to be busy. Based on seeing the door ajar, it must be a female. Glee infuses my limbs as I creep closer, hoping to see the punishment of some wayward girl.
“You understand the duties required of you as a finishing governess?”
Well, I suppose that takes care of my sisters. My mother must have orchestrated this, knowing I would be of no use to them. Such an astute woman, always looking out for me and the family.
“Yes, Sir.” The soft, feminine voice causes my cock to twitch.
So docile, so submissive, so eager to please. In truth, I’ve only ever heard such an alluring sound at The Rose and Thorne. Hazarding a glance, I peek in and look upon the girl who has a voice so like an angel.
Her long brown hair sits high on her head, prim and proper, the golden streaks shining like pure honey. How I long to run my fingers through the tight strands, forced into a prudish bun. Her simple dress and fichu cover almost every inch of skin, irritating me to no end.
How I wish I could see her creamy skin, or even how well her breasts swell above the cut of fabric. Alas, I am thwarted by both the clothing and the position of the door. From what I can see of the garment, however, though well-tailored, they’re not in the current style. This speaks to some bit of money but either a lack of need to be fashion forward or without enough coin to clothe her properly. Curious.
Unbidden, my imagination runs wild, filling my mind with the image of her laying before me, naked as I lick off sweet cream from the valley created between her bound breasts. This false dream slams into my gut, making my cock jerk with need. Damnation. What has gotten into me? I don’t even know what her breasts look like, and here I am planning devious things to torture her nipples with.
“As an omega of age,” the butler rumbles, cutting through my reverie, “you will be required to take suppressants to ensure you do not fall prey to a heat, entrapping the duke. Are you prepared to do so?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I leave the door, fleeing to the sanctuary that is my study. An omega? Here? After that fateful incident years ago, I forbade another omega from coming into my employ. Slamming my hand on the desk, I feel a modicum of relief.
I shouldn’t blame the girl. We have a need and she’s the one to fill it. But I’ll be damned if I stand by and let her dig her claws into me. She will see to the girls and that’s it. There’s no need for me to be about while she is here.
Satisfied, I slide into my chair and see to my correspondence. As an Alpha, it is my job to be the rational one, to make sacrifices. During the day, friends will welcome me into their homes, and I’ll have The Rose and Thorne to keep me company at night. Our paths need never cross. All it takes is planning and precision.
Will Robert, Duke of Blackport, be able to resist the pull of the new governess in his employ? Or will he fall victim to his lust? Find out in the book In Service to the Duke.
If you enjoyed this story, make sure to leave a review! Also, be sure to sign up for my newsletter so you can receive updates on all things bookish!! For those who devour my books and want even MORE, check out my memberships with all different levels and perks to satisfy your thirsty soul! And if you’re extra knotty, join my group! I don’t bite… hard.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vivian is a sassy romance writer that likes to brat just as much as she writes. As a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants author, she's usually working furiously into the night when her creative juices hit her the hardest. Her books like to take you to the dark side and force you to dip your toes in, but don't drown you. She loves writing alphaholes, anti-heroes, and heroes you just love to hate. She likes to try out everything she's putting her heroines through, so the phrase “for science” is used in her house a lot! When she's not writing, you can probably find her playing Animal Crossing or tormenting her cats and Husdom.
OMEGAVERSE ROMANCE
Marked Omegas
Prelude to a Revolution
Dark Revolution
Dark Company
Dark Goodbye
Dark Hunger
Seven Omegas for Seven Alphas
The Duke’s Christmas Rejection
The Duke’s Unwilling Bride
Purchased by the Duke
In Service to the Duke
To Ensnare a Duke
The Annual Game Night World
Sold: Limited Edition Darkverse Anthology
The Wolf
OMEGAVERSE ROMANCE CONT.
Knotted For Life
Bound to the CEO
Bound to the DA - Dirty Daddies Anthology
Bound to the Chef - All Hallows’ Eve Anthology
Darkly Ever After
Ruining Red - Shifter - Twisted Beasts Anthology
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Loftry University Playthings Series
Teacher’s Toy
Bratva’s Brat
Psychiatrist’s Puppet
Bastard’s Bride
Holiday Wishes
Dark Holiday
Black Light World
Black Light Cured
Masters of the Forbidden
Paid in Full
PNR ROMANCE
Midnight Doms
One Night With a Vampire (All Souls’ Night anthology):
The Vampire’s Prey
Bratva Vampires
From Russia With Blood
You Only Die Twice
Bratva Vampire Minis
Dating is For Suckers
My Bloody Valentine
Dark Christmas Duet
Nice and Naughty Duet
Vivian Murdoch, A Tale of Two Dukes
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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.
Sighing, I run my fingers through my hair, bemoaning her potential death. Alongside my love for her and desire to keep her well and safe, my two younger sisters are poised to go to their coming out next season. I’m useless with that.
My only benefit would be keeping the cads and rakes away. Again, I start to pace, my mind rumbling with murmurings of inevitably. The moment the door opens, I race over to the doctor.
His face is pale and drawn. Shaking his head, he heaves a sigh. “She needs her rest. It doesn’t appear to be anything contagious, so this house is spared in that regard. I will check in with you in a week to measure her improvement.”
“Is she…” I falter, not wishing to say the word. “Dying?”
“We all die, Your Grace. But your mother is strong. No doubt this is just some odd malady laying her low. In the meantime, no stress. She must rest.”
“I understand.” I watch as he walks away, my limbs becoming numb as helplessness infuses my body.
Preparations must be made just in case. I head to the study, prepared to hire more servants if need be, when my entire world falls about my ears. An alluring mixture of blackcurrant and peach slams into my lungs, leaving me breathless.
At first, I thought perhaps the cook was preparing something for dinner, but my gut tells me it’s an altogether different form of dessert. No one in this house smells like that. No doubt I would have cast them out, ridding me of the mouth-watering temptation.
Making my way down the hall, I pause as a deep voice rumbles out from an open door. My butler seems to be busy. Based on seeing the door ajar, it must be a female. Glee infuses my limbs as I creep closer, hoping to see the punishment of some wayward girl.
“You understand the duties required of you as a finishing governess?”
Well, I suppose that takes care of my sisters. My mother must have orchestrated this, knowing I would be of no use to them. Such an astute woman, always looking out for me and the family.
“Yes, Sir.” The soft, feminine voice causes my cock to twitch.
So docile, so submissive, so eager to please. In truth, I’ve only ever heard such an alluring sound at The Rose and Thorne. Hazarding a glance, I peek in and look upon the girl who has a voice so like an angel.
Her long brown hair sits high on her head, prim and proper, the golden streaks shining like pure honey. How I long to run my fingers through the tight strands, forced into a prudish bun. Her simple dress and fichu cover almost every inch of skin, irritating me to no end.
How I wish I could see her creamy skin, or even how well her breasts swell above the cut of fabric. Alas, I am thwarted by both the clothing and the position of the door. From what I can see of the garment, however, though well-tailored, they’re not in the current style. This speaks to some bit of money but either a lack of need to be fashion forward or without enough coin to clothe her properly. Curious.
Unbidden, my imagination runs wild, filling my mind with the image of her laying before me, naked as I lick off sweet cream from the valley created between her bound breasts. This false dream slams into my gut, making my cock jerk with need. Damnation. What has gotten into me? I don’t even know what her breasts look like, and here I am planning devious things to torture her nipples with.
“As an omega of age,” the butler rumbles, cutting through my reverie, “you will be required to take suppressants to ensure you do not fall prey to a heat, entrapping the duke. Are you prepared to do so?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I leave the door, fleeing to the sanctuary that is my study. An omega? Here? After that fateful incident years ago, I forbade another omega from coming into my employ. Slamming my hand on the desk, I feel a modicum of relief.
I shouldn’t blame the girl. We have a need and she’s the one to fill it. But I’ll be damned if I stand by and let her dig her claws into me. She will see to the girls and that’s it. There’s no need for me to be about while she is here.
Satisfied, I slide into my chair and see to my correspondence. As an Alpha, it is my job to be the rational one, to make sacrifices. During the day, friends will welcome me into their homes, and I’ll have The Rose and Thorne to keep me company at night. Our paths need never cross. All it takes is planning and precision.
Will Robert, Duke of Blackport, be able to resist the pull of the new governess in his employ? Or will he fall victim to his lust? Find out in the book In Service to the Duke.
If you enjoyed this story, make sure to leave a review! Also, be sure to sign up for my newsletter so you can receive updates on all things bookish!! For those who devour my books and want even MORE, check out my memberships with all different levels and perks to satisfy your thirsty soul! And if you’re extra knotty, join my group! I don’t bite… hard.
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Vivian is a sassy romance writer that likes to brat just as much as she writes. As a fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants author, she's usually working furiously into the night when her creative juices hit her the hardest. Her books like to take you to the dark side and force you to dip your toes in, but don't drown you. She loves writing alphaholes, anti-heroes, and heroes you just love to hate. She likes to try out everything she's putting her heroines through, so the phrase “for science” is used in her house a lot! When she's not writing, you can probably find her playing Animal Crossing or tormenting her cats and Husdom.
OMEGAVERSE ROMANCE
Marked Omegas
Prelude to a Revolution
Dark Revolution
Dark Company
Dark Goodbye
Dark Hunger
Seven Omegas for Seven Alphas
The Duke’s Christmas Rejection
The Duke’s Unwilling Bride
Purchased by the Duke
In Service to the Duke
To Ensnare a Duke
The Annual Game Night World
Sold: Limited Edition Darkverse Anthology
The Wolf
OMEGAVERSE ROMANCE CONT.
Knotted For Life
Bound to the CEO
Bound to the DA - Dirty Daddies Anthology
Bound to the Chef - All Hallows’ Eve Anthology
Darkly Ever After
Ruining Red - Shifter - Twisted Beasts Anthology
CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE
Loftry University Playthings Series
Teacher’s Toy
Bratva’s Brat
Psychiatrist’s Puppet
Bastard’s Bride
Holiday Wishes
Dark Holiday
Black Light World
Black Light Cured
Masters of the Forbidden
Paid in Full
PNR ROMANCE
Midnight Doms
One Night With a Vampire (All Souls’ Night anthology):
The Vampire’s Prey
Bratva Vampires
From Russia With Blood
You Only Die Twice
Bratva Vampire Minis
Dating is For Suckers
My Bloody Valentine
Dark Christmas Duet
Nice and Naughty Duet
Vivian Murdoch, A Tale of Two Dukes
