He bucked hard, pulsing, throbbing as he drove deep into her. He hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. He was done for. Pleasure barreled down his spine until it exploded over him. His head dropped back with a hoarse roar. He fisted the bed linens, that connection the only thing keeping him upright. His muscles spasmed, clenching tight as wave after wave of hot liquid bliss was drawn from him.
His chest heaved, his lungs straining for air as he came back down. But the lethargy, the boneless satisfaction didn’t last, and he tensed. Bloody hell, he hadn’t even warned her. He hadn’t even made sure she knew what to expect, confirmed she was sure she wanted him to spend in her mouth.
But a small smile hid behind where she was using the fabric of her skirts to clean away the mess he’d made of her. And then she licked her lips, letting out a low, satisfied hum, and his shoulders relaxed.
“Flick, is everything all right? I heard—What the bloody fuck! Get off my sister!” A roar shook the room. “I’ll kill you!”
Fuck.
Felicity scrambled back, her face beet-red. Whereas Ash, he froze. He couldn’t move, his limbs no longer responded to what his brain ordered them to do.
Fuck.
Lord Bentley was almost on him before his body started functioning again. He hastily shoved himself back into his trousers and blurted, “It’s not what it looks like.” He glanced at Felicity. Her eyes rolled, her expression sayingtruly, that is what you said?Well, fuck… He could barely form a single thoug—
“Felix, No!”
A fist cracked against his jaw, snapping his head to the side, and pain radiated through his skull.
A scream rent the chamber.
Ash shook his head, trying to regain his bearings. His sodding eyes wouldn’t focus.Come on, bloody focus, Ash.
“Felix, stop this instant.” Felicity’s voice was high-pitched and pleading. She was draped over her brother’s arm, trying to hold him back.
But Felix was out for blood, teeth bared, face red, murder in his eyes.
Ash was a dead man.
And unfortunately, Ash didn’t have a justifiable reason to fight back. Hehadjust had his cock down the man’s sister’s throat. Unmarried sister. It was only gentlemanly to take his punishment from the man.
Felix finally shook Felicity off and charged at Ash, gripping him by the throat, and thrusting him into the bedpost.
“You bastard!” He squeezed tighter, and Ash’s hands flew to Lord Bentley’s.
Ash tore at the man’s hands but fuck if Lord Bentley’s grip wasn’t impenetrable.
“Is this why you broke the betrothal? To take part in your own sick perversion?” he spat.
He slammed Ash against the bed post again, and pain shot up Ash’s spine. His lungs fought desperately for air. He wasn’t getting enough.
“I’ll kill you for what you’ve done. And I. Will. Relish it.”
Ash wasn’t sure if it was the lack of oxygen or if Lord Bentley’s voice really did drop that low and malevolent. What had the man said? His brain wasn’t registering the words.
His vision dotted; the sounds of the room drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. A distant shout reached him through his fog and then the pressure around his throat blessedly disappeared. He sank in a heap on the floor, gasping for breath, his lungs screaming, throat feeling like it had been trampled by a coach and four.
“Felix, get yourself under fucking control,” Felicity was yelling.
Lord Bentley thrashed against Sam. Thank bloody hell for Sam. Sam shoved the man toward the door, but he was putting up a valiant effort to get back to Ash. Fortunately, Lord Bentley was nothing on the hulk that was Sam.
Sam’s voice was deadly when he spoke. “You need to calm yourself,my lord. You touch His Grace again, and I’ll break your face, lord or not.”
Felix snarled, teeth bared, more animal than man.
“Mr. Thorne, take my brother to his chamber now.” Felicity thrust a finger at Lord Bentley. “You will go, Felix. And you will behave yourself,” she bit out. “I will join you momentarily. Compose yourself and stop acting like a bloody barbarian.”
Felix ceased struggling, but his nostrils flared as snorting, enraged breaths burst from him.
