Blood Secret. Sharon Page

      6

      Wanton

      The duke was lying on his back on the leather bench, and he held a long ivory rod in his teeth. The “sexual toy” as he called it was preventing him from speaking now, but he had made his request very clear.

      He had told her to slowly, gently, carefully take the rod up inside her rump. Gently, he had caressed her bottom with oils. His finger had slightly invaded her. The pressure had shocked her at first, making her toes curl and her fists clutch into tight balls. But he had coaxed her to let him continue, to relax and accept the slow thrusts of his finger.

      She’d had no idea she was so sensitive there. It was even better than his kisses.

      But this ...

      Sinking her teeth into her lower lip, she straddled his hips, her legs on either side of the bench. The first touch of the entrance of her bottom to the rod made her squeak. It did feel good. She lowered a little—

      Then quickly stood upright. That particular invasion had hurt.

      “Slowly,” he said, around the toy held in his mouth.

      She blushed. She could not quite believe he wanted her to put her bottom down on his face, but he had seemed to be very enthusiastic about the idea. Taking his advice, she tried again, bending her knees to go just a bit further, to take a tiny bit more inside.

      This time it didn’t shock her and make her tense. She rose and thrust down again. Panting, moaning, she worked on him. Slick from the oil, her bottom took the long rod in easily. She kept her eyes closed, though, embarrassed by what she was doing.

      She moaned. Oh, it was good.

      Then he shifted, releasing the rod with his mouth. It was up inside her, the end sticking out a few inches. And she was blushing fiercely.

      “Take my cock inside your rump, too, Lucy,” the duke said huskily.

      She blinked. “Two things ... inside me?”

      “Yes, love. You’re a dragon at heart. Fiery, feisty, and you can indulge in pleasures that most gently bred ladies cannot.”

      She should say no. But she was aroused. Wet and aching with need, and she wanted to be filled. To bursting—goodness, the idea was so exciting. But he was big, too, and she wasn’t sure ...

      She ached so much, she was so tense and shaky with lust, she had to try. Her bottom felt aroused and ready, and she wanted to push her limits, her boundaries. Maybe it truly was the dragon inside her, wanting a pleasure that would make her burst into flames.

      “God, angel, yes.” He growled. “Take me inside you,” he rasped. Then he gave a raw laugh. “Would you move the mirror, love? Turn it to reflect us, so we can both watch.”

      In front of the cheval mirror, she frowned. Her naked rear was positioned in front of the looking glass. The beautiful ivory rod stuck out between her cheeks. She held it, and slowly lowered on the duke—but she was too unsure to take two in the same place. She slid him into her quim instead.

      But she could see what she looked like when she was riding him. It looked so erotic, her knees almost crumpled.

      She pulled back, then thrust deeper. Her bottom tingled with pleasure, her quim ached, and she wanted more. Wanted it deeper. Moaning, she worked furiously, thrusting the rod and his erection in further and further and the duke groaned with every stroke.

      She was very well stuffed—so much so, her feet tingled. The duke was right. She was a dragon and she liked this.

      “God, they are both all the way inside you, love. Right to the hilt. You are the most amazing lover I’ve ever had.”

      He was watching them in the mirror, too. His eyes glittered at her—vampire eyes, but eyes that snapped with desire. She’d never had a man look at her like this. As though she was the most delectable woman in the world.

      Outside, the lights of the street gleamed, and there came the cacophony of clattering wheels, trotting hooves, the shouts of coachmen. The street would be packed with carriages, with outriders with torches, all the bustle of a busy Mayfair street.

      “Christ,” he muttered. “You are so amazingly tight.”

      She breathed hard, trembling. “I am not hurting you, am I?”

      “No, my dear. I’m indestructible.”

      His words set her on fire. Made her wild and bold. She felt as strong and wild as she did when she became a dragon.

      A grin twitched his lips. “Ride me, my dear.”

      She did.

      “God, I can’t hold it back,” Greystone growled. Then his hips arched up, driving his cock inside to the hilt. She squealed as the thick rod and his huge size filled her completely, pushed deep. Her fingers curled. It was so good. But she didn’t climax.

      The duke did. His head arched back, and he howled in pleasure. Then he slumped back on the bench. “Lady Lucy, come here. Turn. Kneel on my chest.”

      She hesitated, but he chuckled harshly. “I can support you, love.”

      As Lucy daintily got into place, he grasped her hips and drew her forward. The duke held the rod in her bottom and began moving it in long slow strokes. He took it all the way out, then pushed it forward so it made a luscious pop going inside. Then he flicked his tongue over her clit. He suckled her and thrust the rod in her bottom.

      In seconds, an orgasm screamed through her. She cried out and he slid his fingers inside her pulsing cunny. She felt her walls squeeze him.

      God, she’d never felt anything like this. She was writhing wildly, and screaming so terribly loud—

      Then everything went black.

      When Lucy dazedly opened her eyes, she was lying on the duke’s chest, and his arms were wrapped around her. He must have eased the rod from her rump, for she didn’t feel it. He kissed the top of her head and smoothed her hair. “There, love. Do you feel all right?”

      “I feel wonderful,” she breathed. She should get up. She must. But her feet were twitching a bit, her legs were weak, and she felt overwhelmed with sensation.

      Oh goodness, what had she just done?

      All sorts of astonishing, erotic, wonderful things.

      The duke turned her into something quite different than the well-bred lady she was trying to be. He transformed her into a wanton creature.

      She had tried so hard to keep the dragon inside her captured within her tightly laced corset. But for the first time, she wondered if she would be better to let it out a little more often. Not actually change shape, but become wilder and stronger, more sensual, more aggressive, the way she was when she was a dragon.

      Sinjin smiled. Lady Lucy gazed