Vines, Ella - Camille's Seduction [Dukes of Desire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

“Oh.” She laughed.

“Yes, I do. Many women have relations with their husbands even during pregnancy. I know it is advised against, but my own mother told me she did. She told me never to deny my husband my body.”

“Your mother is a wise woman.” Knoll growled playfully into her neck as he sprinkled kisses on her.

“I think so.” They both grew hungry and got up to dress for dinner. Titus stayed out of sight during the hour, as did Mortimer. Camille wondered what they were both thinking about her.
Will I have to leave Tremont Hall and the men I love?

Chapter 11

After dinner, she ran into Titus in the hall on the way to her chamber.

“Sorry.” He moved to walk past her.

“Wait, Titus. Please.” She held out her arm, touching the sleeve of his shirt.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have told you before when you told me you wanted to make me your wife, but I was afraid.” Her voice trembled, though she hated herself for it.

“How could I blame you? I all but forced you into marriage anyway, so turnabout is fair play.” His lip curled in the light of the wall sconces.

“Yes, you did. That’s true.” Anger flared inside her, as did confusion.

“Are you sorry, though?” Titus clutched her by her shoulders, looking deep into her eyes.

“No, I’m not. I’m only sorry about the rift I’ve caused between us.” Titus let her go, and she stumbled.

“Bloody hell, Camille! It’s not you or even what you’ve told me. How could I be angry at you for falling in love with a man who died before your wedding night? What kind of beast do you take me for?” He turned away, running his fingers through blond curls.

“I–I don’t. I just thought you...”

“I’m sure you did. It’s me. I never thought I’d be a father so soon. I’m afraid to touch you, afraid to make love to you. This has changed everything, and I just needed some time to think about it, but I love you, and I want you and your child.” He touched her face.

“Oh.” Camille’s heart thrummed in her chest, a swell of hope building there.

“And so many women die in childbirth. As soon as you told me the news, all those things flooded through my mind, nearly driving me out of my wits.”

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea...” His pain and confusion touched Camille.

“I know, and I should have told you, not run away like a boy.”

“It’s all right. I’m not angry. I’m just glad you told me.” She put her forehead against his, closing her eyes.
I love this man.

“But will it be all right?” His voice was hard, and she knew he was afraid.

“We’ll make it all right.” He groaned, enfolding her in his arms and kissing the top of her head.

“Camille, I want you so much. I adore you, and I can’t imagine life without you.”

“I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

“I know.” He stroked her hair, his breathing rough. Camille felt his erection press against her stomach.

“Come with me. Let’s go to bed. Make love to me, Titus.”

“But, the child...”

“It’s a wives’ tale. My mother never believed it, and I was fine. I need you.” She squeezed his hand and he licked his lips, nodding. They walked to the chamber together, arm in arm. Titus closed the door behind him and undressed her with such tenderness it brought tears to Camille’s eyes.

“Titus.”

“Camille.” Her gown slipped onto the floor with a whisper, and he stroked and suckled her breasts as they stood by the bed. Titus picked her up tenderly, kissing her long and deep as he put her on the bed.

“I need you, Camille. You mustn’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise.” He returned to his worship of her breasts, and she heard him gasp and pull away.

“What is it?”

“Something is leaking...” She looked down and saw a little fluid slipping down her left breast.

“Oh, it’s the beginnings of milk.” Titus looked worried.

“It’s fine. They’re all yours.” He stood up, removing his breeches and shirt, his shaft rigid.

“You’re even more seductive now, Camille. I can see the new curves in your body. I just didn’t notice it before. I’m so taken with you.”

Titus moved down her body, kissing her belly and fondling it until Camille moaned at the sweet intimacy of his touch. He flicked his tongue against her clit, pushing a finger gently inside her.

“Titus, please...”

“Are you sure?” He looked up at her.

“Yes, I need you inside me. It’s fine. I swear to you.” He lifted her legs onto his shoulders to enter her deeply.

“I’ll move slowly.”

“Do as you wish. I’m not yet large. Now is the time for such things.” She laughed. Titus pushed his cock against the entrance to her cunt, and she whimpered.

“Do you want it, my sweet little mother of my children?”

“Yes.” She wanted to cry with his tenderness as he entered her. Her cunt throbbed with want of him, and her clit buzzed as his fingers rubbed it. He slid in and out of her cunt, groaning as she whispered his name. He cupped her buttocks in his hands as his orgasm came, and hers rose to meet it as he massaged her clit.

“Titus!” She shouted, her orgasm a powerful wave washing over her.

“Camille, sweet princess.” He moaned softly as he pulsed inside her. They lay together, stroking each other, and Camille laughed when his erection again demanded her attention.

“Perhaps he’d like something different now?” A voice answered from the doorway.

“I don’t know about him, but I would.” Mortimer walked into the room, hastily taking his clothes off.

“I’ve been watching you through the door the whole time, and now I’m horny as Old Scratch himself.”

Chapter 12

“Come join us then.” Camille waved him over, excited by his words. She admired his thick cock against his tanned abdomen.

“I’m in as well,” Knoll called as he entered the room, and they all laughed. He took his clothes off, and Camille’s breath caught at his lithe limbs and fair skin.
He looks like a god. They are all so lovely and...all mine.

“Can I ask you all something first?”

“Of course, Camille.” Knoll lay beside her, kissing her as Mortimer settled near her feet, his cock in hand as he stroked it and she opened her legs wide for him to see her cunt.

“Are you all agreed I am to stay? Can you love the baby as your own blood?” Her voice wavered, but she knew the moment was right.

“Yes.” Knoll didn’t hesitate.

“Of course, princess, as I’ve said.” Mortimer sighed.

“Yes. I’d take on two or three bastards for you.” Camille laughed in spite of herself, joy pulsing through her.

“Thank you. You have all saved me, and you didn’t even know you were going to have to.”

“No, you have saved us,” Titus whispered, stroking her cheek as his cock pressed against her side.

“Let me show you how grateful I am,” Camille whispered, her voice a low purr. Mortimer growled in his throat.

“Please do. Could you let your legs fall open further? I want to

see your wet cunt.” Camille complied, raising an eyebrow at him. He sucked in breath.

“You’re so perfect, my sweet slut.”

“Thank you.”

“I think it’s my turn to have your mouth around my cock, princess.” Titus spoke, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his cock against her side, sending darts of pleasure to her cunt.

“Yes.”

“And I want your cunt.” Mortimer spoke, a savage note in his voice.

“It is yours.”

“Be gentle with her, Mortimer.” Titus spoke sharply.

“I am fine. Use me as you will.”

“I will be gentle with you, pretty wench.”

“I just want to watch,” Knoll said, moving to the chair beside the bed and pulling it up. Camille grinned at him, knowing he was still tired from their exertions earlier.

“I love it when you watch me.” Titus brushed the head of his cock against her cheek, and Camille moaned. She turned her head to take him in her mouth, flicking her tongue against the tip of his cock as he groaned. Mortimer moved between her legs, lifting her legs and ass off the ground.

“I can’t wait. Watching Titus inside you brought me to pain. My balls ache with need of your cunt.”

“Mmm, good,” Camille whispered as she stopped licking Titus’s rigid shaft up and down. She took his prick back in her mouth, licking the drop of pre-cum off the top of it and relishing the salty, all-male taste of it.

“Camille, you are such a good cocksucker,” Knoll whispered, his breathing labored as he stroked his cock slowly and watched her. She smiled as Titus leaned forward and shoved more of himself down her throat. His length made her gag, and Titus kept pushing. The look in his eyes was fierce.

“Take it all, princess. Suck my cock.” She moaned as she did so, her tongue swirling around him as he pushed in and out of her throat. Mortimer slid into her without preamble, grunting as he went deeply in, lifting her legs to his shoulders.

“You slut. Your cunt is so tight even after we’ve used it mercilessly.” Camille groaned at his words, her button tingling as his pelvic hair tickled against it. Titus grunted, his balls smacking against Camille’s face as he drove deeper into her mouth and she whimpered, her eyes watering.

“I’m going to come, Camille.” He pulled out, and she licked her lips, wondering where he would put it.

“Is it all right on your face?”

“Of course. I love to feel it coming all over my face.” Titus moaned, moving over her as his hot liquid hit her face. He grunted, smearing it down her face, neck, shoulders, and tits. Her nipples hardened at his touch.

“I’ve never seen such a cum slut before. You turn me on so much, little cocksucker.” Mortimer pushed into her, making her moan with the force of it. He held nothing back. Titus licked at her tits, making her gasp. Knoll whispered as she looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to come. I love watching you suck my brother’s cock and taking my other brother’s dick in your sweet pussy.” She watched him close his eyes as liquid shot out of his hard cock and he moaned.

“I keep wondering how much better an orgasm can get, Camille. I haven’t found out yet.” He smiled at her as he wiped himself with a handkerchief from the nightstand.

“I suppose we’ll have to keep experimenting to find out.” Mortimer rammed into her again, and she yelped.

“Look at me, Camille.” His voice commanded her obedience, so she did. She felt him stiffen as he gripped her hips and spilled into her with a harsh grunt. Panting, he lowered her to the bed, caressing her thighs. They were all silent for a moment.

“So I guess everything is set to rights then?” Camille looked at each man, a tiny smile on her lips as she lay back in bed. They all nodded at her.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“When do you think the baby will be born?” Knoll asked, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I think I’m about five months along now, so perhaps in early November.” Titus kissed her gently, tracing her jawline with his fingers.

“So we shall have our first Tremont of the next generation.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her heart flooded with happiness. Mortimer massaged her calf muscles.

“I can’t wait to see your belly grow. I’ve always fancied pregnant women. Come to think of it, you’re glowing already.”

“Thank you.”

“And look how sexy her breasts already are. Larger than they were just a few short days ago, I’d wager.” Titus wagged his eyebrows toward them.

“I’d say you’re right, brother.” His hard cock pressed into her side again, and she smiled at him.

“Are you ready to come again?” He groaned.

“Are you quite serious, woman?”

“Yes, I am. I think being with child makes me more randy.”