Page 1 of Born in Blood

Chapter

One

ALASTAIR THORNE III (AXL)

My fingertips skate up her inner thigh, dancing over the soft expanse of skin. Her gasp is almost drowned out by the rustling of her skirts as I hoist them higher. If I had more time, I would have her naked, spread out on her plush bed with her legs apart so that I could admire her sweet delights before partaking in them. But alas, this night I must be quick.

“Alastair, my love,” she moans, her head tipped back to reveal the sweet-smelling skin of her décolletage. I inhale the scent of her French perfume, and my cock twitches in my pants. Such a welcome aroma after hours traversing the foul stench of the smog-filled streets of London. “We should not.”

I flick my tongue over the skin at the base of her throat and push her back against the wall. “But I must, Lynette. For I will be driven mad if I do not have you now.” I tug her undergarments aside and brush a knuckle through her slick, swollen folds.

She offers a small whine. “My father will be back shortly, and he—” Any further protest is cut off with a gasp as I sink my finger inside her cunt.

“I am not afraid of the viscount, little minx.” I gently work my digit in and out of her, and she moans my name. “Nor am I afraid of the duke.”

Duke Edmund Welsby—Lynette’s betrothed. A man stupid enough to believe her a virgin. But Lynette Blanchard is much too pretty to remain so pure and far too delicious for me to allow her to save herself for some stuffy duke more than twice her age. At eighteen years old, she is a ripe peach, and I plucked her weeks ago. Such a sweet, inviting little thing. It took me less than a week to relieve her of her virginity. How she cried through the pain of me taking her. Soft, genteel sobs that bubbled from her lips while her fingernails clawed a path down my back. The unadulterated shock on her pretty little face when she saw the blood between her thighs still makes me smile. I’ll take my fill of her and move on to the next, as I do with them all. At least she will know the meaning of true pleasure before her lifetime of servitude. For there is very little I do not know about wringing ecstasy from a woman’s body. My mother might call me a rake and a swine, but I am actually doing this young beauty a great service.

Lynette threads her fingers through my hair and tugs, arching her back and sinking farther onto my finger. Her arousal drips deliciously into my palm. Shame she is to become a duchess; she would make such an excellent whore.

“You’re so eager for me, Lynette.”

Her cheeks pinken with heat, and her lips part on a moan. “You make me feel things I never knew possible, my love.”

My love? I hold back a laugh at her sentiment for me. She has known me but four weeks, and yet she declares her love each time I see her. I am sure she would run away with me and forsake the duke—and all the trappings his luxurious lifestyle will afford—if I so much as hinted at the prospect.

“I can make you feel so much more. There is much more of your body I have yet to explore.” I rest my lips against the shell of her ear and slip a second finger inside her. I twist them, readyingher for me. The cry she lets out—half pain, half pleasure—is enough to make my cock ache to enter her.

“Unfasten my breeches,” I order, my hot breath rushing over her skin.

She obeys instantly. So compliant. So desperate to be fucked, or perhaps simply to feel alive. Her dark brown eyes so wide and trusting as she lets me defile her. If the duke knew what I’ve been doing to his pretty little virgin bride almost every night for the past three weeks, he would never so much as look at her again. If he knew how she mewls when I fuck her from behind, how she writhes like a feral kitten when I have my mouth between her thighs… She would be cast out. Unclean. A dirty little whore.

Perhaps I should reveal our sordid little secret. I wonder what the meek little mouse would do if she were all alone on the streets of London. The thought is certainly an entertaining one. How quickly she would become one of the whores whom she no doubts looks down upon now. Her tight little cunt is pleasant enough that I would even offer her the occasional mercy fuck. But for now, I much prefer to have her while she’s clean and smells of wildflowers. Not to mention the convenience, comfort, and warmth of her father’s house.

Lynette’s trembling fingers wrap around the base of my shaft and squeeze tightly, exactly the way I like it. Such a quick study. It will be a shame to let this one go after she is married this next week. Or perhaps I will continue to fuck her once she is wed. That would be an even greater insult to the duke. Fat old bastard.

“I have no idea how you fit that inside me,” Lynette whispers, fluttering her eyelashes like she has reason to be coy afterthathas been inside her more times than she can probably count.

I bat her hands out of the way and lift her skirts higher before wrapping her legs around my hips. “I fit inside your wet cunt justfine, little minx.” To prove my point, I sink deep into her with one single thrust, stretching her tight heat around my cock.

A hoarse cry is ripped from her throat, sending a shudder of excitement up my spine. There is so little in life more satisfying than the pleasure that can be found between a woman’s thighs, even if it has gotten me into more trouble in my twenty-four years than most men get into in an entire lifetime.

Her arms encircle my neck, and she holds on tight while I rut into her, my palms squeezing and fingers digging into the perfect globes of her ass while I chase the release I so desperately crave. I bury my face against in her hair, basking in the vulgar sound of her wet channel accepting every inch of me over and over again. “I will always be the first man to have had you, sweet Lynette. You will never forget me.”

“Never, my love,” she whimpers.

“Even after you wear the duke’s ring, your pretty little cunt will always belong to me.” I pull out and drive into her with all my strength, and her teeth clash together.

Tears fill her eyes. “W-what will happen when I marry, Alastair? Can we still be together?”

“If you are a smart girl and find a way to smuggle me into the duke’s house, then perhaps we will.”

Her lip trembles and her walls ripple around my shaft. “I shall find a way.”

I dust my lips over her jaw. “But the night before your wedding, I am going to sneak into your bedroom. I am going to strip you bare.” She quivers beneath me. “I am going to take my fill of your entire body, and then I am going to spill my seed inside you.”

Her eyes go wide. “Y-you cannot.”

I arch an eyebrow. “I will, little minx. But you have no need to fear, for I will take you in a place that cannot leave you with child.” I slide a finger between the seam of her arse cheeks andpress against her puckered hole, edging the tip inside her. She yelps and squirms, but that only makes me want to flip her over and fuck her there right now. “I am going to defile you in every single way there is, my little Lynette, and you will beg for my cock like a wanton whore. Won’t you?”

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