balance of the relationship. Lucerne had to remain central. He was the pivot; all this revolved around him. “You know I think I might go to Darleston House alone.”
“No, don’t.” Bella stepped forward. She lay a hand upon his chest. It was not enough to prevent him moving; it was barely any sort of pressure at all. Still he remained frozen, watching her, waiting as she slowly moistened her pink lips. “Lucerne is right. It doesn’t always have to be hard between us. It hasn’t always been so. Don’t you remember the first time? I remember how you both moved inside of me. How we were all one and in perfect agreement. Will you not join us all together again like that?”
Let her be central. Let her be the pivot. That was what she was asking. Nay, pleading. He saw it in her eyes. She didn’t want to be on the outskirts of their relationship looking in. She wanted to be loved by both of them in equal measure. In short, she desired everything to be about her, rather than about Lucerne, whom both she and he loved.
Bella’s hand left his chest and pushed upwards into the dark strands of his hair. On tip-toes she leaned into him, offering herself up to him. Vaughan allowed her to graze his lips with a kiss. He caged the growl in his throat, not for her, but because Lucerne was watching his every nuance.
“For me,” Lucerne mouthed.
At what price? Vaughan didn’t speak. The communication between them passed in silence.
I’ll give you everything you desire, later. All you have to do is go along with this now, for me and for her.
The stubborn, prideful part of him wanted to disagree. It wasn’t that he didn’t desire Bella. He did. Admission of desire was not something he had any reservations about. He simply didn’t like the implied subtext of taking part. Just because they came together as a threesome, didn’t…wouldn’t make them whole. But if Bella, nay Lucerne wanted to believe that it did, then he would let them have their fantasy—at least for a little while.
”William,” Vaughan hollered. The footman immediately appeared from the hallway. “Make sure that no one comes in. We’ll be busy for a little while.”
“Of course, milord.” He gave a nod and retreated once more, closing the library door behind him.
“Now,” Vaughan allowed a sly smile to stretch his lips. “Let’s see if we can’t make merry like you want to.” He stretched out his palm for Bella to take. Once her hand slipped into his, he lead her in a circle around Lucerne’s chair, before delivering her up onto Lucerne’s lap. She perched there, eyeing him like a tigress, wary but intrigued. Her breasts rose and fell with each bated breath. Vaughan kissed her again, this time allowing his hands to rove over her curves as he did so. The fullness of her breasts filled his palms. Her nipples leapt to attention at the mere brush of his fingertips. Already she anticipated, longed for the pleasure she knew that he and Lucerne could give her together. She’d never forgotten the first time.
And nor had he.
Vaughan took her by the hand again, and directed her touch to the swell of his cock. Already, he was warming, growing erect. Bella took no time at all to release his frontfall. She surrounded his shaft with her embrace.
Vaughan arched against her, driving his cock through the ring she made with her fist. It wasn’t enough. The dull ache of longing filled his balls. He shuffled closer, whilst plucking pins from the front of her gown, until he exposed her shift. He tugged that down too, so that her breasts spilled free.
“Beautiful, beautiful, Bella,” he heard Lucerne murmur. His lover was holding Bella around the waist, while watching them intently. Part of him wanted to push Bella aside and simply straddle Lucerne. Another part of him accepted that in order to keep Lucerne, he had to accept that Bella would always be part of their relationship.
Bella remained in his arms, oblivious. The look in her eyes told him all.
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