Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Josie Dennis Read Free Book Online Page A

she believed they might be just the thing to warm her.
    Shivering from the combination of the chill of the air and the heat of her thoughts, she turned back toward the house. A maid took her coat when she entered. Violet rubbed her bare hands together as she headed toward the library. She’d taken note of it this morning as she’d passed toward the breakfast room, and it was as good a place to be alone as any other she could find. She was an expert on being alone, of course.
    She took a book from one of the shelves without giving it much thought and settled in a chair beside the well-tended fire. She was soon warm and a little drowsy, holding the closed book in her lap as she stared out the nearest window at the white winter landscape beyond.
    What would happen after the holiday? After she and Victor returned to Ralston House? There was truly no place for her there, despite his familial kindness toward her. She had no one else to turn to. She would end up an old maid, haunting Ralston after Victor inevitably wed and brought his wife home. A stab of pain shot through her heart at the mere thought of him giving another what she longed for from him. Passion, yes. But she wanted him to take the freedom to touch her when he wished to. To take the pleasure she offered as more than a release of his Hawk lusts. To love her and no other woman!
    “It can never be,” she whispered, her throat tight.
    “And what is that, miss?” a man’s voice inquired from the doorway.
    She blinked at Cabot, leaning against the jamb and looking for all the world like a man of leisure despite his impeccable livery. “Cabot.”
    He smiled in that way that sent shivers over her body and entered the room. To her surprise he closed the door behind him with a click and faced her again. “Ah, Violet.”
    She nearly melted at his smooth utterance of her name. She licked her lips, longing for another taste of his kisses. Still, propriety must be observed.
    “What are you about, Cabot?”
    He stepped closer and she caught his scent. “I could ask you the same.”
    She mirrored his smile. “Impertinent this afternoon, I see. You have a saucy tongue.”
    He shrugged. “I seem to recall you enjoyed my tongue just last evening.”
    Her cheeks went as hot as the fire behind the grate. She couldn’t deny his words. She’d tasted her fill and loved what he’d done to her during that brief madness in her guest room.
    “I did,” she admitted on a whisper. “Very much.”
    His blue eyes sparkled with intent as he bent over her. She was forced to crane her neck to meet his gaze. He was nearly as tall as Victor, after all.
    “Do you wish to know more of what my saucy tongue can do?”
    Her mouth dropped open even as it began to water. Her nipples pinched tight in her corset and she shuddered. “W–what, precisely, can it do?”
    He brought his mouth to her ear and gave her earlobe a lick. “It can taste you all over.” He nibbled on the cord of her neck and laughed softly. “It can delve into your pussy and see if it’s as sweet as your lips.”
    Her drawers grew wet as she imagined such a thing. “Never say you wish to lick me…there.”
    He nodded, then met her eyes with his. “I could eat you for hours, Violet.” He shivered and blew out a breath. “The mere thought of it makes me hard.”
    She glanced down at the front of his trousers. She could make out the shape and length of his manhood through the fine fabric and realized he must be as affected as Victor was, curse or no. The night before they’d left Ralston House she’d felt Victor’s desire and he’d touched hers. But what Cabot was suggesting couldn’t be possible.
    “Victor touched me,” she rushed out, her eyes drifting closed with embarrassment and remembrance. “With only his hand.”
    Cabot smiled again. “And you came, didn’t you?”
    “Came?” She pondered the word, then realized what it meant. That mind-shattering pleasure Victor had given her with his long,