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If the fervor of Connie’s fingers thrusting into her didn’t make her come, than the sight of Lorcan Stark’s lips around her husband’s cock certainly did. She came a second time, throwing her head back and moaning with abandon.

And when she looked down, ropes of Connie’s come painted Lorcan’s face and she chuckled.

“I think next time you need to warn the lad,” she whispered into Connie’s ear. “I think you got some of you in his eye,” she said before chucking and leaning in to kiss Connie. Lorcan could wait a moment.

She tugged at Connie’s lower lip when she pulled away and she looked down at Lorcan before lowering herself to the ground. She knelt beside him, and she grabbed the man by the chin, turning his head so she was facing him, and she expertly used her tongue to clean off every drop of come on Lo’s face.

When she was done, she looked at Lo with a mischievous grin and she leaned in to kiss him before standing up and sitting back down on the desk to utter a command.

“Stand up and take off your clothes, darling. I want to admire you.”

“I think he knew what to expect,” Connie answered. “It’s not as if he’s never tucked himself into a corner and had a yank. He knows the signs.”

Lorcan shot a dark look at Connie, warped by the state of his face. He had not, by some miracle, actually gotten any in his eye, but it hadn’t been a distant possibility. All it would have taken was an ill-timed twitch of his head.

He swallowed when Connie’s attention split, grateful for the moment to himself, to savor something he likely should have run from at the first sign, something he should have smothered before it could truly breathe.

Then they were both looking at him, those fair eyes boring into the face beneath the mess, Rose drawing closer, closer, grabbing him by the chin like she had before... Again, his cock pulsed, aching for attention he was not sure they would actually grant him.

But this was close. Rose’s tongue burned into his skin in trails he could not predict, until it occurred to him that she was cleaning him, that they had both tasted the same man in a matter of minutes. And Christ, he was so rigid in his trousers that the slightest friction hurt.

He tasted both of them now, in so many ways. Rose’s tongue and her cunt, Connie’s lips and his come, all of it blended into an impossibly potent cocktail.

“Huh?” Lorcan said at first, Rose’s words taking their jolly time sinking in. He did not ask again, understanding hitting him all at once.

He heaved himself to his feet, knees stiff, thighs strained, but he did not utter a complaint. Lorcan’s fingers raced down the front of his shirt, undoing buttons and laces, and tossing the whole thing aside when he reached the bottom. It was a process he repeated with his shoes, his trousers, and finally his undergarments.

And there he stood, naked as the day he was born, harder than he’d ever been, two sets of enemy eyes admiring him like a prize.

“You’re bigger than I thought you’d be, pretty boy,” Connie said with a low, rumbling laugh. “Good on you.”

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“You’re so sweet.” 

That was the only reply she could manage to say to his words, as lovely and as strange as they were. Her relationship with Lorcan was complicated; she cared for him and he…well she wasn’t sure. 

Maybe he loved her. Oh god, wouldn’t that be a terrible thing. 

Still, she didn’t want to focus on that. Connie had to get up early today to do some business and Rose woke up alone. She didn’t like waking up alone. And she needed some warmth and some comfort that she couldn’t seek outside of her marriage. 

So if she had to make out with Lorcan for the next few minutes to get some of that warmth, then so be it. 

She moved closer to him and she laid down on the settee, pulling him on top of her and kissing him deeper. 

“We might need to stop eventually,” she whispered between kisses. “You can’t get too excited, remember?” 

He felt her hands on him, tangled in his hair and smoothed down his neck, tugging him forth by the collar and holding him in a vise grip. On most people it would be, anyway, but with Rose it was normal; she held onto things like they’d slip from her fingers if she did not near-strangle them, and he could not blame her for that.

“I know,” he said, kissing her cheekbone and her ear and the back of her jaw when she spoke, returning to her lips as she commanded. “I’ll stop soon.”

And he would. Lorcan loved - god forbid, it was true - Rose. He loved Connie. This would be a violation of their respective trusts, an unnecessary rift in an otherwise excellent relationship. Flawed and strange, but excellent.

“We can resume when Conlan’s returned,” Lorcan continued. Though he’d promised to stop, and he wholly intended to keep that promise, he could not help the slight twitch of his hips against her, the involuntary need for closeness, for pleasure two swatches of cloth away. 

The first time he had been inside of her, the first time he had been inside of a woman in four years, he had not known it was to happen. He had assumed that it would be more of the same, that wildness that had seduced him; fucking Connie, being fucked by Connie, being fucked by Rose, his mouth being used. And then Connie had called Lorcan extraordinarily lucky, and for once those words had not been complete and utter bullshit.

He could almost feel her this close. The soft of her flesh, the sting of her teeth. 

“I- I think that soon has come before I intended,” he admitted, halted mid-kiss. “Breakfast?”

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Rose didn’t like people generally. So she always assumed that she would never describe anyone as endearing. Why would anyone be so endearing when the human population as a whole was so insufferable?

Even Connie, whom she loved more than life itself, couldn’t be called endearing either. No amount of love she could give Conlan Trase would ever make him anything less than a cocky bastard, and he had no intention of being anything else or even pretending to be anything else. And that was perfectly alright with her. She didn’t care what Connie was as long as he was hers.

So it was then that it struck her. She had never thought of it before; this was the first time they were meeting while the sun was up and their clothes were on. But Lorcan Stark…was endearing. He was genuine, kind, and he had an easy smile and a gentle look in his eyes that made her want to cuddle up in his arms and stay in there forever.

God, how fucking weird was that?

Still, she couldn’t help herself. She closed the gap between them without a word or a warning and she kissed him soft and sweet.

“I’m good with a kettle,” she said between kisses. “I’ll make the tea…and you…make the breakfast. Once we…grow tired…of kissing…that is.”

He watched her intently, gaze never once wavering in the face of her overwhelming boldness. Perhaps it was like looking at the sun; irresponsible, damaging. And if that were the case, he would happily risk blindness for knowing Rose inside and out, thorough as a true lover would.

Lorcan blinked when she leaned forward, surprise lancing through him with the force of a bullet, frightening and painful and then warm. God, her lips were so warm, so lovely, faintly flavored with something he had not yet identified.

“Of course,” he said softly, loyally. Their arrangement included Connie; he and Rose were not to have sex outside of their established context, and the same applied to he and Connie. This was new. All of this was new. “By time I’ve grown tired of kissing you I’m afraid we’ll have starved to death.”

And wasn’t that the truth? He could see himself sitting here fifty years from now, withered and frail, kissing Rose just like this. Lorcan cupped his hand over her cheek, pulling her closer. 

“If I’m being honest with you, I don’t believe that I would loathe such an end.”

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Rose had planned on a quiet day alone. Sometimes she simply needed it. People could get tiring, and sometimes she needed to be left alone by herself. Even from Connie, whom she loved more than she was ever willing to admit.

But then she heard a soft, familiar voice and she looked up. And if she was in the habit of smiling, she would have then. But her face didn’t change. Still, he was a welcome face. 

Even though she didn’t love Lorcan in the way he seemed to love her, he was a bit easier to be around than most people. 

“You’re always welcome here,” she said honestly and she patted the spot next to her on the settee before marking her place and closing her book, setting it on the table beside her. 

“Would you like some breakfast? I haven’t eaten yet this morning. I send someone to go ask the cook to make us something special. What would you like?” 

Tension he hadn’t realized he’d felt melted from his shoulders at those words. It was strange to be welcome places, stranger still for that welcome to be genuine. Lorcan knew Rose to be canny, sly, clever as a raven and often as frightening; he also knew that this was the truth. Somehow, he knew.

He sat, careful to keep a few hands between them. An invitation to sit was not an invitation to snuggle, cuddle, even to huddle, not with the average woman and certainly not with Rose. Lorcan did not wish to invade her privacy, soil her good graces.

“I would love breakfast,” he answered, and it did not take him a minute to decide. 

“No need,” he said. “I prefer to cook for myself. And you, too, if you trust me. I’m practiced, I swear to you, and I’ve not a drop of poison hidden in these pockets.”

It was said with an easy, honest smile, and the turn of said pockets. Nothing but pocket lint and a few pounds bound by a silver clip. He flipped through the notes, a garnish atop this little display, before tucking them back into his trousers.

“I’m not very apt when it comes to a kettle, though. It is truly my greatest shame.”

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The same butler as always greeted him, those long-suffering hazel eyes a dead giveaway even before the rest of his face had registered. He escorted Lorcan inside with a practiced wave of his hand and a polite bow, but did not show him any further. It was plain by now that Lorcan knew how to navigate this home - how couldn’t he? - that he could find Conlan or Rose with only a room to go by.

“Where’s Connie?” He asked, grey eyes flitting to the butler’s face.

“Master Trase is out. Should you wish to speak to him, he promised his safe homecoming by early evening. You are welcome to return after supper.”

Lorcan stuffed his hands into his pant pockets. “Oh, no, that shouldn’t be necessary. I’ll speak to Rose.”

The butler pointed, and off Lorcan went.

She wasn’t difficult to spot, with that mane of red hair and those sharp green eyes; it made things easy for Lorcan, or maybe it made things rather hard. How could one look into those eyes and not fall a little bit in love? he wondered. Was she aware of that superpower? It seemed impossible that she was not.

“Rose?” He said softly, knocking on the wall nearest to him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I felt rather lonely this morning and I thought that I’d visit. I’m told Connie is out. Would you mind terribly?”

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Rose moaned softly, her hips rocking against Connie’s hand while her eyes trained on Lorcan’s face. She was right; his mouth looked so pretty around her husband’s cock and it turned her on just to see it.

“But he’s being…such a good little plaything,” she said, her statement directed towards Connie while her eyes remained on Lorcan’s face.

“We can’t send…oh god…him away in this state…after how…good he’s been. Even I’m not that cruel. Now move…your hand…faster.”

She turned and smiled at Connie, her smile indicating that she had other plans for this one. She then turned to Lorcan and she bit her lower lip.

“Darling, try…try taking him in deeper. See…oh fuck…how far you can go. And…oh….and suck…him off…faster…oh yes, Connie, just like that. Make him come, darling, and I’ll make you come when you’re through with him. I promise…oh fuck…”

So there was that to look forward to, he thought, and wondered if he ought to be as excited as he was. Nothing he had been instructed to do thus far implied mercy. What would he do next? Who would fuck his mouth after Connie? Surely there was someone behind one of these doors, hard or wet, waiting to be serviced.

The thought did not upset him as much as he felt it should have.

“You’re cruel enough,” Connie teased. Out of the corner of his eye Lorcan saw the man lean, mouth meeting her neck. Whether he bit or sucked or licked was hard to tell, but his fingers shifted, pumped into Rose impossibly faster.

And yet all Lorcan could focus on was the sheer fucking heat in his mouth. He heard Rose’s advice, took it to the best of his ability; halfway down and his gag reflex kicked in, a sheen of saliva following the wake of his lips.

“Easy now,” Connie said, again in that light tone, so playful that it was almost infuriating. “I’d hate for you to stop before I’ve bred that pretty little mouth.”

Lorcan’s fingers dug into a clothed knee, part protest but mostly anchor. The leg shifted, extended, and Lorcan discovered that it was impossible to arch away from someone when one of their fists was balled in his hair and their cock was in his mouth. 

The pressure of Connie’s sleek, stupid shoe against his half-covered length sent fireworks through his bloodstream. From the sensation came urgency, an escalation in Lorcan’s enthusiasm. He bobbed his head over what he could reach and jerked what he couldn’t, and he knew almost immediately what worked and what didn’t. Connie grunted softly when it did, the smooth flesh of his cock pulsing faintly against Lorcan’s tongue; and he growled when a tooth scraped him, made no noise at all when Lorcan did not throw everything into it.

Through all of it was the percussion of Connie and Rose, the crude sound of her around him. Lorcan whined. Connie bucked. Heat struck the roof of his mouth, and before he could register what it was he was hauled away and the rest painted his hair, his lips, his nose with burning ropes, so impossibly salty that the little that had landed in his mouth skewed what had been mounting coordination.

“Certainly not the worst I’ve had,” Connie panted. “But I’d have to give you another ride to know for certain where you rank. Rose?”

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If Rose hated anything more, it was having to admit that Connie was right. 

And he was right. Even though she’s turned his own proposals down many times, wanting to sew her oats and sleep around as much as she could, a part of her always knew that she would end up here. Mainly because Connie was the one person she always went back to. 

So maybe it was supposed to be like this. Maybe - if she was supposed to belong to anyone - she belonged to him. 

But she wouldn’t admit it. She kept silent except for the moans that escaped her lips, and she only uttered one phrase while grabbing him by the chin. 

“Shut up and make me come.” 

She’d always had a steel grip, a boon made apparent now in the focused ache around his mouth. Even so, he smiled a wide, dimpled smile, cheeks smushed in her grip.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

And for once he was silent, the liveliness injected into every word filtered now into the swing of his hips, pounding into Rose again and again. The tree creaked, unhappy with its new lot in life, but it did not protest any further.

“Oh fuck,” he said breathlessly, minutes after he had fallen into his focused silence. His hand slipped beneath the frill of Rose’s dress, ring finger circling the rise of her clit. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come- let me come, love. Ah, fuck.”

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“He’s not wrong,” Rose said plainly as she moved around him and led Lorcan towards Connie and he was settled between her husbands thighs. 

“Just take it slow. Make him want it,” she whispered in Lorcan’s ear. “Go as far as you can, and let your hand work on the rest of him that you can’t fit in your mouth.” 

She then kissed him before moving so she was settled next to her husband. She could’ve stayed there and held Lorcan in place, but she had other plans in mind. 

She turned her husband’s head towards her and placed a searing kiss on his lips and she took his hand and led it so his fingers were settled comfortably between her thighs. She then pulled away and turned her attention to Lorcan. 

“Go on then, darling. Don’t be afraid.” 

Afraid wasn’t the word Lorcan would use. Intimidated, maybe. Baffled, certainly. This was the last place he had expected his day to go - it was not the worst, though.

Lorcan started with his hand, struggling to recall that day four years ago, what that woman had done for him. The heft of Connie in his palm was at once familiar and foreign, familiar for its anatomy and foreign for the fact that it was not his own. The silk of the skin, the firm beneath.

Wet sounds started over his head, determined at a glance to be the pump of Conlan’s fingers into Rose, slicked by her orgasm and Lorcan’s tongue. He tasted her as he eased Connie into his mouth, an echo of her heat embedded into the faintly salty warmth of the head of his cock.

The biggest surprise wasn’t the hardness or the taste, but the weight. Conlan sat heavy on his tongue, twitched when Lorcan adjusted the position of his lips, when he eased his head closer, his mouth fuller.

Connie sighed, a gentle expression of pleasure. “And what will we do with him, dear? Send him on his way? Or have you something else in mind?”

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Rose grinned when Lo couldn’t help but moan. Her gaze continued to flit between grey and blue orbs as she moaned, deciding to look on exactly who she pleased in that moment. 

“Oh, darling, even your moans are pretty. Is there anything about you that isn’t pretty?” 

She didn’t let him answer, for she was pulling him closer to her and enjoying the sensation of a new pair of lips and a tongue between her thighs. She moaned and gasped and writhed above him, loving every second of this. 

Eventually, though, she couldn’t hold off her orgasm and she cried out in pleasure as she came. She held Lorcan by his hair and pulled him as close as she could without suffocating him. She then let him come up for air and she got off the desk and on her knees before kissing him. 

“Such a good boy,” she muttered as she pulled away from him and she turned her attention to Connie, pressing her lips to his jawline. 

“What would you like him to do to you, Connie,” she asked and she turned her gaze to Lorcan’s face while directing her next question to her husband. 

“Would you like for him to suck your cock?” 

He could have answered that first question if he hadn’t been otherwise occupied. Lorcan imagined his cadence, the words he would use, that his tone would be flirty and playful. It would not have actually happened like this. His words would have caught, tripped by the buzz of his nerve endings, ignited by pleasure.

It could have lasted seconds or minutes or hours. One moment Lorcan was lapping at Rose like a starving man, surer with every lick. The next she was coming, yanking him by the hair to fill every possible gap between her legs while Connie held him in place, one of those big hands grabbing him by the scruff and the other jerking him off.

All these grips ceased when Rose slid off the desk, elegant and predatory still, but - he noted this with pride - a little wobbly. Only barely. Only just.

He wondered if she could taste herself on his tongue in that kiss. He hoped so.

Connie had not spoken in a minute. Even at a distance Lorcan knew that that was unnatural, he suspected that Connie would haul him by the collar to his feet and throw him out, his welcome expired. He expected Connie to laugh cruelly at his wife fawning over the new boy, to live up to every story that Lorcan had ever been told, every local legend that tailed the man.

Connie rounded the pair of them, Lorcan and Rose, to lean where Rose had sat moments ago. A grin split his face. Rose’s words sank in.

“Wait,” Lorcan said. “Men are allowed to do that?”

“You’re funny, Stark,” Connie said with a warm laugh. His hand rested between his legs, thumb traveling the heavy length of his cock. “Don’t believe everything you’ve been told in mass. If you have a mouth, you can suck a cock. Rose, correct me if I’m wrong.”

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Rose waited as patiently as she could. All he was doing was standing there looking like a frightened puppy, and it would be so annoying if he wasn’t so handsome. 

She kept her eyes on him when he lowered himself to his knees. Her gaze didn’t part from those pretty grey eyes when he leaned in, and when she moaned, she knew she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned softly. “That feels so good, darling. You’re doing so good for me,” she gasped as she rocked her hips against his. 

An idea then sprung to her mind and her eyes flitted from grey to blue and she grinned. 

“Connie,” she breathed out. “Take Lo’s cock out and make him happy for me. But not too happy. Use your hand and go slow, dear.” 

He was not confident at first, an undercurrent of anxiety lacing the twitch of his tongue; it faded with her moans, replaced by an odd sort of pride.

Connie shifted at his back, one big hand taking a gentle handful of dark hair, stroking Lorcan as if he were a cat, a pet. A part of him wanted to fight it, but this part was dwarfed by the greater desire to lean into it.

“I’d not make him too happy before he’s done anythin’,” Connie responded, breath stirring the hair over Lorcan’s ear. Teeth scraped his earlobe, chasing a shiver down his spine to where Connie plucked at his trouser buttons, nudged the fabric down and took hold of him.

Lorcan choked, lips parting from Rose long enough for him to let out a pitchy moan. Then that hand on the back of his head pushed him back, and he eagerly took it back up, pattern skewed by the slow, steady jerk of Connie’s hand. It was a different sensation to Rose’s, to that prostitute’s way back when - heavy and calloused and sure in an entirely different manner.

He braced his hand against the desk at Rose’s side, fingers pressed so firmly into the wood that their color faded.

“Look at that,” Connie said a millimeter from Lorcan’s ear. Connie’s grip tightened, urging a second moan free, this one lower, shakier.

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Rose was admittedly a bit shocked by his admission. Lorcan had never had sex before? Were all the other women in the town blind or stupid? Who wouldn’t want to take this magnificent specimen out for a ride? 

Well, if no one else would do it, she figured both she and Connie would. 

“Just once,” she asked as she kissed his neck and she turned her head to look at Connie. “Did you hear that, dear? We have so much to teach him.” 

She kissed him once more before grabbing his hand and leading him as she backed up towards the desk. 

“Now listen carefully,” she began as she sat next to where Connie stood and hiked her skirts up just enough to reveal the edge of her stockings. 

“You’re going to place that pretty little face between my thighs. And my husband is going to tell you exactly what to do,” she stated. “I would tell you myself but I’d rather focus on…other things. And then…well, I’ll decide from there.” 

She then lifted her skirts up even more and spread her legs wide. 

“Now,” she purred. “Be a good boy and do as you’re told.” 

“Just once,” he whispered, his voice so soft that it was lost beneath Rose’s. He watched the two of them, Connie’s near-naked form pushing off the desk with a roll of his broad shoulders, Rose taking his place and pulling her skirts up and outright revealing herself. No hesitation, no procrastination. Lorcan stared, wide-eyed, hard.

“You can’t do very much just standin’ there,” Connie purred, slapping Lorcan on the shoulder. His brother had done that, but it had not felt as friendly. This did not feel like a shove into sin, a coercion at verbal gunpoint; it was an invitation, sultry and alluring. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, but not out of nerves, not entirely.

“On your knees,” Connie continued, butting Lorcan with his knuckles. “Go on. She can’t bite if you’re between her legs, Stark. You’re safer down there.”

Lorcan knew that this was likely less an exaggeration than Connie’s jovial tone implied, and found that he did not mind. There was something feral in Rose’s eyes, something dark, something magnetic.

He lowered himself to one knee, then the other, Connie’s fingers sliding from his shoulder blade to the top of a head of dark waves. He wound a particularly stubborn curl around his finger, gave it a little tug.

Lorcan glanced up, expecting direction. Connie lifted his brow again, flicked his chin at Rose, and Lorcan understood that he would have to initiate of his own will, that it was up to him to start.

He pressed his lips to her, shocked by the heat that rolled off of her like a flame. It did not cool against his tongue, his chin, the tip of his nose.

Connie crouched at his side, lips hovering over Lorcan’s earlobe.

“There’s a spot you’ll want to focus on,” he murmured. “That little nib. Slow and steady. There you go, like that. Very good. Slow and steady. Drag it out for a while. Watch her face, if you can, her eyes. Very good, Stark. Exactly like that.”

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Rose hummed and she grinned cheekily, keeping her eyes on her husband for a moment before turning her attention to the pretty boy who’s cock she held in her hand. 

“Good,” she purred before nipping at his neck and turning her attention back to her husband. “Now, I think this one is ready to have some fun.” 

She removed her hand from his trousers and moved until she was facing him again and she kissed him deeply. And while she kissed him, she took his hand and placed it between her thighs before pulling away just enough to speak. 

“Have you ever gone down on a woman, darling?” 

Lorcan had never been a fighter, and so he did not protest as Rose manipulated him into position, took him by the hand and- oh, she was warm and wet and lovely, so much so that he almost jerked away. The oft-smothered desire for pleasure won out, and he twitched his finger over slick skin, wondering what it would feel like around him, gripping him.

“No,” he said softly, blinking those pretty grey eyes. “I’ve only had sex once.”

Not an entire truth. He’d had sex for one day four years ago, but it had been a very busy day. His nineteenth birthday, in fact, a drunken gift from one of his brothers. Be a man, they had said, shoving a working girl at least five years his senior his way. You’re nineteen. Be a man. And he had, for better or for worse.

“And never with- never like this.”

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Rose grinned and she released one of his hands from hers. She let it travel upwards and she gently gripped his face by the chin and turned it side to side. 

“Such a pretty face,” she mused softly. “And such pretty lips too. Yours almost rival, Connies. I wonder if they taste the same.” 

Rose leaned in and kissed him for what felt like a good long while. And she wanted it to be. She had an idea of how she wanted this to go, but right now, she was content to make out with Lorcan while Connie watched them. 

The ache in her lungs drew her away from his lips and she pressed a kiss to his elegant neck while whispering against his skin, a hand traveling slowly downwards. 

“And what about my husband,” she asked as she peppered kisses along his skin while walking around him. She stopped when she was behind Lorcan and rested her chin on his shoulder while her hand disappeared underneath his trousers and went to stroke his cock at the same speed and rhythm that Connie was stroking his own. 

“Do you find him handsome? Do you want to fuck him too?” 

He had never been appraised like this. Admired, yes, Lorcan was not unaware of his attractiveness, but he had never been played with in this manner. It made him feel like a prize breeding stallion - likely not far from the truth, actually.

Rose’s lips were softer than he imagined, tasting faintly of expensive cigarettes and... sugar? Booze? It was hard to place it, even harder to focus long enough to try to.

Lorcan gasped when she pulled away, chest heaving, face red. Rose moved around him like a cat wound around a leg, her fingers and lips and the piercing heat of her gaze dragging over him.

“What about him?” He asked as that hand slid down the front of his shirt, over buttons and soft fabric, beneath his belt. Lorcan jerked from her fingers, surprised at the touch. It had been an elaborate prank until now. How would he tell his family about this? How would he tell his family that Rose McKenna had asked him whether or not he wanted to sleep with Conlan fucking Trase? How would he tell his family that the answer was yes?

“I do,” Lorcan said, much softer this time. Conlan arched one of those dark brows, sending a pang straight to Lorcan’s cock; he pulsed in Rose’s hand.

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“No,” Rose stated immediately. She walked over to him, and in this state she almost looked wild. Her hair, which was normally braided up into some elaborate updo, was coming undone. Her eyes were wide and two shades darker with lust. 

And when she walked towards Lorcan, it was remarkably cat-like and reminiscent of a predator stalking its prey. 

“You’re a pretty one, aren’t you,” she purred. “For a Stark boy, I suppose. But even then…” 

She gave him an obvious once over before looking back at her husband with a grin and then looking up at Lorcan, taking a step closer and whispering in his ear while she took his hands and placed them on her waist. 

“What do you think of me, Lorcan? Do you think I’m beautiful?”

Her hands then drew his upwards to rest on her breasts, covered only by a partly undone bodice. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” 

The illusion of being stalked did not escape Lorcan. A knot formed in his throat, catching behind his Adam’s apple like a fish hook, pulling, pulling. The warmth of Rose’s hips beneath his hands, her fingers covering his, was the tug he needed to free his words.

“It’s not a think,” he said. “It’s not that sort of question, the sort with an opinion as an answer. I know that you are beautiful, Rose McKenna.”

That second question was complicated. Not difficult to answer, he thought as his fingers twitched over breasts, soft and warm and... oh, fuck, he could see himself kissing her, lavishing her with his tongue as he...

“Yes,” Lorcan said softly. His eyes darted to Conlan, expecting to meet some twisted visage of rage. He met instead a darkly curious gaze underlined with pleasure; a big hand traveled slowly over his cock, skin shifting beneath his fingers. Lorcan blinked, looked back at Rose. “I do.”

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Conlan Trase could fuck her as hard as he wanted, and he could speak as many dirty truths from those pretty lips of his as he could, but it didn’t change the simple fact that Rose always was and always would be in charge. 

A sharp gasp left her lips when he fucked her hard and a wicked grin crossed her face. Her hand gripped his hair tighter and she yanked him closer to her and whispered in his ear. 

“And what about you, Connie,” she purred. “What do you feel when i pull your hair, scratch at your back, and grab your arse? What about the desperate groans you make every time I tell you that you can’t come just yet?” 

She tugged at his earlobe with her teeth and dug her nails into his back. 

“So stop pretending you’re in charge,” she growled. “You love it when I tell you what to do, and you love me being in control. Nothing in this world has ever made you harder, and nothing ever will. Now fuck me hard and make me come…and I might just be nice enough to let you come too.” 

Rose was anything if not honest. She always had been. From the day he met her she had uttered the truth no matter how bitter, and she would would not stop until the day he died. Even then, he thought, she would carry on as ever. Would she miss him? He wondered, and he decided that it didn’t matter.

She wouldn’t, though, he thought, and drove his hips into her with all the grace of a battering ram.

“I’ve always heard tell that marriage leashes a man,” Connie said hoarsely, his lips gliding over her jawline. Strong fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh, hauling her impossibly closer. “I can’t help but wonder if, in that regard, we’ve been married from day one. I don’t mind it, though. Because I know that somewhere in that black little heart of yours is an affection for me. It might not be much. It might not be very strong. But it’s there, and that’s all I need. Leash me, chain me, string me up - I don’t care.”

He paused before his next words, knowing that Rose was as likely to punch him as to pull him in for a kiss.

“There’s some part of you that’s glad your father chose me. You won’t admit it, but I know it’s true. There’s some part of you that was waiting for this.”