Page 20 of The Seduction of Viscount Vice

Mairi squirmed on the throne, her hips tilting in blatant invitation. “To have my pussy licked!”

He knelt between her spread legs, casually smoothing the thatch of dark hair shielding her wet core with the back of one finger, but not touching her where she wanted it most. “Ah. Much better. Your audience is sitting forward in their seats. Can you feel the anticipation in the air?”

“Damn it, don’t tease me. Not now.”

“But darling,” said Iain idly as he leaned down and blew gently on her center, parting the hair and revealing her swollen, aching labia. “Teasing is all part of the fun. You don’t want the show to be over too soon.”

“Are you going to make me b-beg again?” she gasped. Instead of easing the ache, he moved away and trailed soft kisses along her inner thigh. Her entire world had been reduced to one excruciating need, and at this point, she would do anything to sate it.

“Probably,” he said, restraining her restless thighs with his big hands and massaging her labia with his thumbs until her wetness was audible. Then he flicked her clit with just the tip of his tongue, a light, torturous touch in no way enough to make her come. And he knew it, damn him. “I guess it depends on how badly you want my tongue deep in this deliciously soaked cunt. If I give in straightaway, the audience really doesn’t get their money’s worth. Perhaps I should go and find another lady pirate to attend to while you decide.”

Fury roared through her at the thought. Mairi buried both hands in his hair and tugged it so hard it came loose from the queue. “No,” she snarled, unable to stop the words tumbling from her lips. “You pleasure me. That’s it. The others can watch forever, but if they try to touch, I’ll take a skillet to their skull.”

Iain blinked, and she wanted to disappear under the throne in embarrassment at her outburst. After everything she’d done, and with no future between them possible, how could she dare make demands? But when he grinned, his gaze both searing and tender, her heart broke and mended at the same time.

“Now those are the words of a true Highland lass,” he said mildly. Then he leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers, and slowly, expertly licked her slit.

Mairi groaned, the guttural sound overloud in the ballroom.

Again and again, he licked her before taking her clit between his lips and sucking it greedily. She writhed on the throne as she came, her hips bucking at the intensity, but she couldn’t escape it, not when he held her thighs so securely in his grip. And he didn’t stop there. Now his tongue was circling her back entrance. When she regained her senses she could be shocked at the wicked and unfamiliar act, but right now it felt too damned good, both soothing and intensifying the throbbing between her legs.

“Iain.”

“Mairi?” he replied innocently, as though he wasn’t tormenting her to madness with his skilled, sure touch. But finally he returned to her pussy, burying his tongue inside her, plunging and stabbing and hurling her toward a climax twice as prolonged as the first.

Boneless, she slumped forward. Iain cradled her against him as he rose to his feet and swapped their positions, settling himself on the throne. The sound of fabric ripping as he tore open his trousers echoed in the ballroom, and finally, finally, the blunt head of his hugely engorged cock nudged her entrance.

“Yes,” she begged, needing to be filled. “Hurry. Please hurry.”

“Aye,” he murmured, swirling and coating the head of his cock in her juices. Then he lifted her, forcing her knees to slide to either side of his thighs, and guided her down onto his thick length.

Oh God.

He stretched her so wide a heady bite of pain blended with the ecstasy and relief. Yet she could do nothing but take every inch of him in one scalding, relentless glide as her drenched core and gravity conspired both for and against her.

“More,” Mairi whimpered, when he was seated to the hilt. She braced her hands on his shoulders for an anchor, the promise of an even more powerful orgasm licking at her feverish senses.

He stared at her, his eyes glittering. “Mine. Say it.”

“Iain…”

“Say it.”

“Yours,” she whispered, a wild cry following when he gripped her hips and thrust deep.

In. Out. In. Out. Heat. Exquisite friction. Her whole body tightened, straining, reaching toward climax, and then she was there, screaming his name over and over. Seconds later, Iain came, yanking himself from her pussy and gushing his seed across her belly with a low roar.

Mairi wound her arms about his neck and held him close, despair tearing her apart. He thought this was a beginning. But again, it was the end.

Chapter Five

“All right, who are you, and what have you done with our surly Scot?”

Glancing over his shoulder from where he was finishing getting dressed for the evening’s entertainment at Fallen, Vice quickly shoved the dusty ring box he’d been holding under a pile of cravats. He smiled politely at Sin and Devil as they ambled through the bedchamber door. “Good afternoon. Go fuck yourselves.”

Devil snorted. “See, it vaguely sounds like him with that grating Lowlander accent, but his lips are arranged in a smile that may have to be surgically removed.”

“You really should refrain from attempts at humor, Sassenach. It’s just painful for everyone.”