Claimed By Chaos (15 page)

Chapter 29

“You never take your clothes off!” Giselle pouted as she stretched across the bed on her stomach. “And I’m always naked.” Alastair let his head fall to the side as he appreciated her nakedness. He sat on the bed next to her and leaned down to remove his shoes and stockings. After, he rested on his elbow and ran his hand down her back from her shoulders to her derrière.

“Yes. But you enjoy being naked. I do not.” He twisted so that he was over her and pressed his lips to the small of her back. It was warm and smooth and his mouth glided, unbidden toward her bottom. Giselle moaned softly and Alastair felt his erection throb. He reached the cleft and let his tongue trace between the firm globes until his hair tickled the backs of her thighs and she giggled. He smiled as he made a mental note to remember how sensitive she was there. Alastair sat up and collected his shoes and stockings before he rose from the bed. He placed them by the chair and unbuttoned his coat and slipped it off. He hung it on the chair and then removed his waistcoat and cravat.

Giselle rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head and draped them over the pillows. For a moment, Alastair forgot to breath.

“You are indescribably beautiful.” He whispered as he approached the bed. Giselle licked her lips as her eyes drifted over him. Alastair felt his body tighten as he put his knee on the bed.

“You’re beautiful without your clothes too.” She purred as she extended her foot and pressed it against his stomach. She gracefully slid it up to his chest. Alastair watched as it started to slowly slide down his body. “Every time you take your shirt off, I feel hotter, wetter.” She whispered as her foot stopped, just before it reached his cock and then slid back up his stomach. His gaze fell to the part of her anatomy that he knew was already very hot and very wet. It was glistening, beckoning his hands and mouth. For a moment he was tempted to remove his shirt so that he could watch to see if her juices would drip from her tender flesh. He felt her foot start to slide downward again and he looked up to see her smiling knowingly. “I think that the rest of you might not be as impressive as the parts I have already seen.” She taunted. Alastair shook his head and grinned as he set his fingers to the top of her foot and let them slide down the length of her leg.

“No. I believe I’m equally as impressive, if not more so when I am fully undressed.” His hand stopped at the middle of her thigh and then swept around to the underside and slowly caressed. She giggled and swatted at his hand until he reached the back of her knee. He tried to raise his brows arrogantly but her foot brushed down the length of his cock and it became painful. He groaned as she slowly slid her foot up and down, stroking him through his trousers.

“Take it out.” Giselle’s voice was soft but demanding. Alastair swallowed and tried to find his voice.

“I’d like to pleasure you first.” He prayed that would buy him some time. He didn't think his control would last if his cock was out while he was buried between her thighs. It would be too tempting to replace his fingers or tongue with his throbbing erection.

“I want you to teach me how to pleasure you with my mouth.” Giselle’s eyes held his as her foot continued to torture him. Alastair grabbed her foot and placed it on his stomach before he embarrassed himself.

“Not tonight. I’m already too aroused. I think I could spill myself without you touching me.” He admitted. His balls had ached all afternoon, they had gone for another ride. Giselle’s eyes widened and became darker and Alastair was afraid he’d only made matters worse. She smiled wickedly.

“I think that sounds like a challenge.” She purred and Alastair felt it in his groin. “Take it out and let’s see if you can find your release without me touching you.” He started to shake his head. Whatever she had in mind would only push him closer to losing control and taking her. He needed a little more time, she wasn’t ready yet. Giselle’s eyes narrowed and she sucked her teeth. “That’s not fair, Alastair. You do all sorts of wicked things without touching me.” Her foot started to slide down again. “It’s so hard.” She groaned as her foot curved around his length and caressed him. He held her foot to him and shut his eyes as he felt himself giving in. “Imagine how good it will feel when you let go. I promise, I won’t let you take me tonight.” She whispered.

Before Alastair could second guess himself, his hands attacked the falls of his trousers and he sighed in relief when his cock sprang free. Giselle’s eyes widened in appreciation and she licked her lips. She raised her arms in invitation and he crawled on the bed until he was over her and his forehead rested against hers. She tilted her head back until her lips found his. She opened for him as he sunk into her mouth and his tongue danced against hers. Alastair groaned as Giselle’s leg slid up and wrapped around his waist, pulling him down until he rested between her thighs. She moaned in delight as his cock pressed against the apex of her thighs, cradling him in damp heat.

His thighs started moving on their own, rocking back and forth causing the length of his cock to slide against her hot, wet flesh. He clenched his jaw and hissed as pleasure and bright light flashed painfully within him. His ears rang and his skin burned but his body kept moving, bathing his erection in Giselle’s liquid heat. Alastair felt her hands cradle his face as she whispered his name.

“Breathe.” He felt her words against his lips and he opened his eyes as he filled his lungs. It was like falling into cool water, everything stilled and only pleasure remained. Alastair felt her body beneath him, supple and hot, arching and undulating. His mouth claimed hers as his tongue traced her lips and tangled with hers. He let his hands slide down her body until he found her hips. He held her immobile as he slowed his thrusts, savoring the feeling of her slick skin as it caressed his cock as he let it glide from the head, all the way down the shaft to the base. “Oh, God.” Giselle whispered shakily.

Alastair nodded weakly as he reversed. He teased the tender knot of flesh with the head and she whimpered. He let it slide lower until he pressed against her molten core. He groaned as her juices scalded the tip. For some reason, he tortured himself by pushing forward, a hair at a time until just the head was bathed in her glorious tightness.

“God damn it.” Alastair’s voice was hoarse and his body started to shake as he fought off the urge to seat himself fully within her. Giselle held her breath until he started pulling out slowly, trying to remain within her, even if it was just that small piece of himself, for as long as he could. Once he was out, he breathed deeply and clenched his jaw. Every particle of his body screamed to slide back in and keep going until his body couldn't move any more.

“Why aren’t we doing this?” Giselle asked breathlessly. Alastair searched her eyes and frowned.

“It’s not time yet.” How he managed that without moving his lips, he didn’t know but his cock was making his whole body hurt. “And you promised we wouldn’t.”

“Oh.” She sighed. Her disappointment almost snapped his reins. He shook his head as he fisted his hand in her hair and took her lips. Alastair had to start moving, he had to finish this before his body started acting on its own. He let his erection slide against her until the head brushed against soft curls before he reversed. His other hand gripped her bottom and tilted her so that she could cradle his thrusts better, tighter as he rocked back and forth against her, parting her damp folds with his shaft. Giselle’s kiss became urgent and her fists tugged at his shirt, trying to pull him closer.

Alastair pulled from her lips and both hands gripped her tightly as he started thrusting harder and faster against Giselle. She was so hot and wet and soft against his pulsing, rigid length, he knew he was almost there. Her moans were becoming louder and higher and her body bucked wildly against his. He lifted his head and saw that her eyes were glazed and heavy, her lips swollen and open as she panted. Giselle’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath and he could see her pulse beating erratically against her neck. Her legs and arms clutched at him desperately. She was almost ready to climax. Alastair smiled grimly, he was ready for her to as well.

He lowered his head and his lips wrapped around one of her nipples. Giselle sobbed as he began to suckle. He felt her body tense as she gasped his name. He increased the pressure of his lips as the tip of his tongue flicked her nipple and he pressed harder against her womanhood. Giselle stopped breathing as her body froze for a heartbeat before she shrieked and started convulsing beneath him. Alastair felt a rush of liquid heat bathe his cock and his balls tightened just before he felt his seed erupt from him. He arched his back and swallowed a yell as his nerves exploded and he saw stars. He continued to rock against her as stream after stream poured from him until he was empty and his arms started to shake. Giselle was boneless and insensate beneath him when he collapsed face down, next to her. Alastair buried his face in her hair and groaned.

“I might die.” He mumbled and she laughed weakly. “If I survive long enough to actually make love to you, it might literally kill me, Giselle.” She snorted as she raised herself onto her elbows. Alastair lifted his head and saw her examining the mess he’d made. She bit her lip as she looked at him. He sighed as he pushed himself up and rolled from the bed.

“You might die? I still don't see how you’re going to fit and the longer we wait, the more nervous I get.” Giselle grumbled as Alastair returned to the bed with a towel. He sat next to her and began cleaning her stomach. He felt his brows pull together as he spread his hand against the soft curve of her lower belly. She was only a little wider than his hand. He felt his gut clench and twist at the thought of how much pain he could cause her if he didn't take her carefully.

An idea came to him as he discarded the towel and fixed his trousers before he returned to the bed. He’d talk to Lucien. While Alastair understood the mechanics of sex and giving women pleasure, Lucien understood women. And as much as he tried to ignore the fact, he knew that Lucien had been with at least one virgin. Alastair prayed that the conversation wouldn’t be too uncomfortable as settled next to Giselle and pulled her close against him. He felt her body become tense.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently. She turned in his arms until she was facing him and sighed. Alastair felt it against the skin of his neck and he suppressed a shiver as he stroked her back.

“I should go back to my room.” She sounded unsure and sad.
I can’t take it if she’s sad.
Alastair worried. He pulled her closer and inhaled her scent.

“I don’t want you to go. We still have hours and I like holding you while you sleep.” She stiffened in his arms and he pulled back and dipped his head so he cold see her face. “Giselle, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” He pleaded. She shook her head and tried to turn away. Alastair held her chin and forced her to look at him. “Tell me.” He demanded. Giselle sighed and bit her lip. She was very still for a moment and he was certain it was the longest of his life.

“I’m… I’m just getting…” She growled and tried to pull away but Alastair held her close. “Everything is getting so… confusing! And complicated!” She pushed against his chest but he didn’t let her go. “We’re supposed to be looking for a traitor, not pretending we live in some… fairy tale. I don’t know what we’re doing anymore.” Giselle complained as she tried once more to twist out of his arms. Alastair held her until she stopped and then kissed her hair.

“You’re going to sleep and I’m going to hold you until it’s time for you to go back to your bed. We don’t have to figure anything else out right now and there’s nothing we can do about the traitor tonight. Just sleep, Giselle.” He whispered as he started kneading the muscles of her back and neck. Alastair felt her relax and she moaned in delight as the tension drained from her body. Once her breaths became slow and soft, he smiled.

Alastair didn’t like the idea that she had been so upset but the fact that she was confused was good, he thought. She was no longer certain that she didn’t want to marry, which meant that her emotions were overruling her mind. He just needed to find some way to tip the scales in favor of her heart, and him. Which had him frowning. He knew very little about winning a woman’s heart but he had a feeling he would have to lay his bare in the process.

Chapter 30

“You taste particularly sweet this morning.” Lucien murmured against Mirabelle's lips as he lifted his head. Her gaze followed his to the study door and he was about to suggest that she let him lock it on their way to the couch. She stood and tugged on his lapel, guiding him toward the door.

“Let's go upstairs.” She whispered as she pressed herself against him. Her hand slid down his stomach until she cupped him through his breeches. He nodded jerkily before he turned her and pushed her toward the door. Lucien's patience broke at the top of the stairs. He picked Mirabelle up and tossed her over his shoulder and he strode quickly down the hall. She giggled as he kicked the door closed behind them and let her slide down his body. He cradled her face and kissed her hungrily as he backed her toward the bed.

He growled in approval as her hands attacked the buttons of his waistcoat as he shrugged out of his coat. A moment later, she was pushing his shirt up his chest and kissing his skin. Lucien ripped his shirt off and started with the falls of his breeches.

“Pull your skirts up, I can't wait to get your dress off.” He said as they fell upon the bed. Mirabelle pushed against his shoulders.

“I was thinking of something else.” She smiled mischievously. He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. She rolled away and crawled for the pillows. She reached behind them and pulled the two strips of silk from behind the mattress. “Take your boots and breeches off.” Mirabelle ordered as she waited on the bed.

Lucien pulled his boots and stockings off and then slid out of his breeches. He turned and crawled toward her. He pulled her lips to his as he fell back against the pillows, pulling her on top of him.

“Are you sure you want to keep this on?” He asked as he started pushing her skirts up her thighs. She nodded as she leaned down to take his lips.

“Raise your arms.” She whispered. Lucien’s brows rose but he did as he was told. He was enjoying himself immensely when her breasts pressed against his face as she tied the straps around each wrist. His pulse started to pick up when she tied a cloth behind his head, covering his eyes.

“This is a bit… aggressive for this time of day.” He mumbled as he lifted his head, trying to see beneath the blindfold. He gasped as he felt Mirabelle's body slide down his. His cock throbbed as her hand caressed his abdomen as it drifted lower.

“Spread your legs.” Her voice was soft and low and he felt it against his thigh. He let her spread and extend them as anticipation and need flared within him. He jumped as he felt cloth wrap around an ankle. A moment later, the other ankle was secured and he heard Mirabelle purr as she crawled between his legs. He felt her raise and then straddle his stomach. Lucien’s erection jumped and he bucked beneath her. His arms instinctively tried to reach for her but the bindings held them in place. He tried to twist but found himself immobile. “Open your mouth.” Mirabelle’s finger traced his lips and he dropped his jaw as his tongue tried to find it.

Lucien moaned in shock as he felt fabric fill his mouth. He shook his head from side to side in protest as he groaned around it, begging as his instincts told him he was in trouble. He felt Mirabelle's hands push against his chest as she sat back. Her bottom pressed against the head of his cock and it swelled, not realizing the danger they were in. He felt her shift and her hand wrapped around him and she tugged a few times, making him excruciatingly hard.

“I'm going downstairs now, Lucien.” She announced. He groaned around the fabric again and she laughed softly. “I want you to grunt once if you'd like me to send Alastair up to help you, twice of you’d like me to summon Hugo or three times if you'd like to wait for Mary to come to tidy the room.” Lucien attempted to sigh and considered his options before he grunted once. “I thought so.” She sang as she pushed off of him. He felt her weight leave the mattress and he moaned loudly to get her attention. “Yes?” She asked.

Lucien raised his head as he turned his cheek to her, requesting a kiss before she abandoned him. She chuckled as she pressed her lips to his skin.

“I had considered waiting before I sent him up but I won't since you're accepting your punishment so well.” Lucien nodded just before he felt her tongue slide along his jaw. “This isn't easy for me. You look so impressive, stretched out like that. It's very tempting.” The pout in her voice had him straining. She sighed and then the door clicked shut.

If he had been able to, he would have smiled. Instead, Lucien focused on pushing the gag out of his mouth. It took a few minutes but once it was out he laughed softly. He wasn't going to enjoy what was about to happen but in the grand scheme of things, it could have been worse. And it was a relief to know that he wouldn't have to live in fear of her retaliation any longer. His smile grew wider as he considered one very good thing to come from his predicament: Mirabelle was most likely making plans to tie him up again and next time, she would not be leaving. Lucien tugged against the bindings again and then relaxed. There was nothing he could do but wait and admire her patience and planning.

Alastair looked up as Mirabelle rushed toward him. He put the book back on the shelf and watched as she looked around before she leaned in close.

“Something disturbing has happened in our room and Lucien needs your help!” She whispered urgently. Alastair looked in the direction of the ducal chambers and frowned.

“Mine? Can't you or his valet help him?” He grumbled. The idea of entering their bedroom made his shoulders tight. She shook her head and stared at him, her eyes full of pleading and concern. Alastair nodded slowly and strode from the room.

Once he reached the door, he tapped softly and waited for Lucien to answer. He pushed the door open and stuck his head in cautiously. He swore when he saw Lucien.

“Alastair?” He called as his head turned this way and that, waiting for a response. Alastair stepped back and tried to pull the door shut silently. “Don't you dare leave!” Lucien whispered urgently. Alastair cursed as he stepped into the room and shut the door.

“You’re naked.” He was appalled to see Lucien's mouth spread into a smile.

“Of course I am, this wouldn't be humiliating if I weren't.” He replied jauntily. Alastair averted his eyes and spotted a robe on a chair. He snatched it and tossed it over Lucien’s groin.

“You could at least have the decency to control yourself.” Alastair gestured toward the erection that tented the fabric of the robe. Lucien chuckled.

“What can I say? I'm glad you're here.” He replied. “Could you get this blindfold off? After the gag, it's the worst part of all of this.” He lifted his head in expectation. Alastair scowled as he leaned over Lucien and pulled it off. “Oh, that's better!” He said as he looked at his hands and then down at his feet. “She did a marvelous job! I didn't suspect a thing until it was too late.” He tugged again and laughed as he looked up at Alastair.

“If you don't mind, I'd like to get this over with.” He bent down and reached within his boot for a knife. When he stood, Lucien shook his head.

“Don't cut the straps!” He pleaded. Alastair was sure he'd lost his mind. “I'm quite attached to them.” He explained as Alastair crossed his arms and stared down at him. Lucien grinned sheepishly. “Obviously. But they're rather handy and Mirabelle uses them to…” He stopped and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Alastair waited until the urge to strangle Lucien passed before he turned back to the door. “Wait! Don't leave me here!” He called.

“I'll send Hugo.” Alastair said as he reached for the door.

“No! Not Hugo! You'll cost me my valet if you do that.” Lucien begged. “I'm afraid he's already on the verge of resigning. He's been very uncomfortable since I married Mirabelle and I'd hate to lose him.” His eyes were large and pleading when Alastair turned. “I'd rather wait for Mary.” Alastair shook his head.

“I can't allow you to expose Mirabelle's maid to such a display. It would be inappropriate.” He said as he considered. Lucien grimaced.

“I'm sure Mary would be happy to see me strung up.” He offered. Alastair felt his brows pull together in confusion. Lucien smiled guiltily. “I've been very destructive with Mirabelle's gowns lately.” He confessed. Alastair set the knife on a table and stepped away from it before he was tempted to use it. He waited until his anger subsided before he approached the bed. He swiftly punched Lucien in the groin. His head fell back and he groaned hoarsely. “What the hell was that for?” He whispered weakly.

“That was for getting us into this and whatever it is you've been doing to my sister.” Alastair said sternly. Lucien nodded as he squeezed his eyes shut and breathed through the pain.

“Alright, I'll take that.” He gasped. Alastair hoped his balls were sore enough to keep him off of Mirabelle for a few days. He smiled as he felt himself relax.

“What were you thinking when you decided the fish stunt was a good idea, why did I go along with it and what in God’s name could possess you to marry Mirabelle? She's a terror.” Alastair asked as he untied one of the straps. Lucien laughed softly.

“I always had to torment her. It was like an itch.” He explained. “You went along with it because you wanted to get back at her for catching more fish than you. God, how that got to you!” Lucien’s smile softened. “I had to marry her, Alastair. I couldn't help myself any more than I could when I pulled her hair and threw mud at her when we were children.”

Alastair let his eyes sweep over Lucien and he frowned as he went to the foot of the bed and tugged the knots free around his ankles. Lucien was covered in bruises and scratches.

“Have you been in a fight lately?” Alastair asked as he bent over the knots at Lucien's other wrist.

“No. Why?” He asked as he sat up. Alastair’s eyes widened as he saw a crosshatching of red welts covering his back. Lucien turned and looked up at him and laughed as he swung the robe over his shoulders and pushed his arms through. “Mirabelle can get a bit carried away.” Lucien jumped from the bed and started picking up his discarded clothing.

“Is that from a crop?” Alastair regretted the question as soon as it was out. Lucien smiled and nodded as he stepped into his breeches and pulled them up under his robe. He slipped the robe off and sat as he pulled on his stockings and boots.

“You don't keep a riding crop in your room?” Lucien teased as he stood and pulled his shirt over his head. Alastair scowled as he strode for the door.

“I swear to you, Lucien, if I ever find out that you've used one on her, I'll break both of your arms.” He cursed as he pulled the door opened and stormed out.