Pillaging Elinor's Castle [Elinor's Stronghold 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

contrast from a woman’s soft curves. Rhys liked his women soft and his men hard. If Hammond had similar tastes, this could be the most wonderful arrangement ever imagined. If not, well, over time they might agree to experiment.
    He could feel Hammond’s breath hot on the back of his neck. The Captain was following him as if in battle, behind and slightly to the side so both of them had uninterrupted movement of their sword arms. But it was his other sword that’d be getting the action tonight. And he most truly was looking forward to it. He’d never had a virgin before, and he hoped he wouldn’t hurt her too much. But he was sure he could heat her blood and make her writhe with joy before long. She was a passionate woman, Lady Elinor, and they made the best bed partners.
    Besides, she was a beauty. Her hair shone red in the sunlight, and her eyes changed from brown to green and back again. What little of her skin he’d seen was as pale as milk and just as delicious. Her breasts filled the front of her gown delightfully, and he was ready to suck her nipples into his mouth as he slammed his aching dick into her hot cunt. He knew she’d be hot, and by God, he’d make her wet as well. He’d swive her morning and night until her belly was full of the child who would ensure the stronghold remained in his control.
    And Hammond? He’d enjoy watching Hammond fuck her. Watching the soldier’s taut ass muscles as he pounded his dick into the lady, and watching her writhe and squirm underneath the big soldier. Perchance she might even suck his dick as Hammond fucked her. That would be even better.
    Lightly, he knocked on the solar door, and Lady Elinor’s clear, calm voice said, “Enter.”
    Enter was exactly what he’d be doing. Entering her solar, and her body, and several times, to ensure there was plenty of blood for all to see on her bedsheet.
    He and Hammond stepped into the solar. Lady Elinor was wearing only her shift, a garment so fine, the outline of her flesh was easily seen through it. His dick, already hard, grew stiffer than a pike.
    “Bar the door please, and then both of you undress.”
    It seemed they weren’t going to sit around the fire and sip honeyed wine. It would be straight to business. Well, his dick was happy with that plan.
    He laid his sword by the fire, Hammond put his weapon beside the barred door, and then both undressed. They weren’t wearing armor, so it wasn’t a difficult task.
    Lady Elinor looked them up and down, a slight smile curving her lips. She liked what she saw. Good. Bedding a passionate woman was always a joy.
    His dick grew another inch at that thought. He’d never been this big before. A noble had to marry and sire an heir. It was his purpose for living, besides fighting to keep his family safe. But marriage to this woman would be much better than a matter of lands and wealth. She would bring happiness to their bed, he knew. Then there was Hammond. A bonus. A fighting man with the ability to help protect the stronghold, and to add even more pleasures by sharing their bed. Life was good.
    Lady Elinor handed him a dagger. “Now our contract will be signed in blood. Cut yourself somewhere no one will see, and rub the blood on me and Hammond, then pass the dagger to him to do likewise.”
    Rhys blinked. His blood as well? That was only fair he supposed. He had a half-healed wound on his thigh, so he sliced the edge of it with the blade, letting the blood run, then smeared his fingers and painted his blood on the arm Elinor held out to him. Hammond copied Elinor, so he painted his blood on him, too, before handing the dagger to Hammond.
    Hammond quickly cut his own arm, sharing the blood with them both. He handed the dagger back to Lady Elinor, who laid it on the mantle above the fire and removed her shift.
    God’s truth, she was beautiful. Just what he liked in a woman, her breasts full and round, her hips covered with flesh a man could hold as he powered into her cunt,