Wickedly Wanton: A Ménage Regency Tale by Kristabel Reed Read Free Book Online

silently commanded. Opening her mouth, she sucked Faith's fingers, tongue swirling over each digit, tasting both her lovers.
    She heard a humming and realized it came from her. Looking at Severn's dark eyes, the knowing smile on his face, she knew he wanted her again. Wanted to watch her and Faith, wanted to tease her as he'd done throughout the house.
    With a start, Sabine realized she wanted that too.
    Turning to Faith, she saw her friend lying on the bed, eyes closed, fingers limp against Sabine's mouth. Gently releasing her fingers, Sabine smiled at Faith when she opened groggy eyes.
    “How do you feel?” Severn asked. Almost too tired to speak, Sabine smiled at him and he frowned. “Are you all right?”
    “Yes,” she managed.
    Tiredness tugged her limbs and her body was sore where he'd entered her. Magnificently sore, and Sabine didn't care, reveled in the feeling.
    “Good.” He nodded and scooped her next to him.
    She settled against his warm body, licking her lips as she imagined tasting him inch by inch, as he had done to her. Severn's hand pulled Faith against them, having her rest her head on Sabine's stomach.
    “We're not done,” Severn promised just as sleep overtook her.
    Sabine's last thought was that she looked forward to the next lesson.

Chapter Six
    Her shift lay on the floor, torn beyond repair. With a shrug, Sabine walked back to the bed, oddly comfortable with her nudeness, and found Faith's shift.
    Her friend was still asleep—arms thrown wide, naked legs open slightly, the remnants of chocolate, heavy cream, and strawberries on her skin. Licking her lips at the memory of Faith's juices and strawberry, Sabine slipped the shift over her head. Taking a moment, she studied Faith.
    Until that day by the stream, she had never thought of her friend as anything other than that. Certainly not a lover. And certainly not a woman who wanted her. Though she was sore, Sabine felt herself growing wet at the memories of Faith's lips on her, tasting her most intimate secrets.
    Lord Severn had ordered Faith to do things—kneel before Sabine, kiss her—but had not touched her. No, even as he watched Sabine kiss Faith's chocolate-and-cream-covered breasts, he had reserved that solely for her.
    Leaving Faith to her sleep, Sabine silently exited the room. She wanted to know where Lord Severn was, when he had slipped from the bed, and why.
    Wandering the hall, she took her time examining the paintings. Several were clearly of ancestors; the men had the same long nose and penetrating deep brown eyes as Aiden Merryck, Marquess of Severn. The women, hmm, no she couldn't detect any resemblance to the Merryck women's soft features and laughing eyes.
    Maybe around the lips—they all had full, sensual lips. While Severn's lips weren't full, they were sensual. And oh, how he knew to use them!
    Shaking her head at her thoughts, she moved on, past the ancestral paintings to the pastoral settings. She skipped the wood nymphs and their teasing flight from the aroused god, but stopped before a girl pumping water from the well. Her master stood in the doorway of his house with a look so hungry, so sensual on his face, Sabine shivered.
    She understood that now, understood that look and all it promised. Licking her lips, barely aware of the movement, she remembered Severn inside her. Taking her virginity, making her feel things she was unaware existed. She wanted him again, despite her body's tenderness.
    Unable to stop herself, she wondered what it would be like with Mr. Reddick. Would there be the intensity there was today? Her mind wandered to what her marriage bed entailed, but before she could reconcile today's pleasure with that future unknown, an arm wrapped around her waist.
    “So this is where you escaped to,” he said, lips against the side of her neck.
    Severn pulled her against him, and without looking, Sabine knew he was clothed. She could feel his cock press insistent against her through the material of his