Chateau of Passion by Monica Bentley

Author:Monica Bentley [Bentley, Monica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: medieval historical romance, Historical fiction, paranormal romance, steamy historical romance
Publisher: Monica Bentley
Published: 2018-01-07T16:00:00+00:00

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After two more duels, Tristen started to finally get it. That, and the fact that the Commander finally threw a tankard at his head last night in their favorite watering hole when Tristen had explained that he had to fight another duel the next morning.

This time it was the Count of Champagne. Before that, over the last weeks, he had dispatched the Count of Toulouse, and the selected champion of the Bishop Duke of Langres. All had come about after he had been lured to the beds of their ladies. In fairness, he had argued with du Guesclin, after wiping the ale from his hair, he had stayed away from any lady’s chambers. But, they kept coming to him. The Countess of Toulouse sucked like a bellows and loved, loved, loved! his tonguework. The Bishop’s mistress used to claim, “Your finger-tip love, mon cheri, drives me over the waterfall!”

(At which point, the Commander had simmered down long enough to ask, out of genuine interest, what she had meant. Tristen had explained that he tongued a lady until she was on the edge, then added his fingertip, just entering slightly, very tenderly, almost sweetly, to bring her to the satisfying end.)

The Countess of Champagne had loved cumming twice. The first came roaring out, brought on by Tristen’s tongue. Then, he had waited, kissing her heaving belly and trembling inner thighs for a bit then – shades of the witch – holding her until the waves had passed. And continued with just his fingertip, making light circles of the nub until she had a second, smaller, “sweeter” she had called it, orgasm. Which he would drag out by entering her very, very slowly, gently...

But du Guesclin’s attention had waned by then. Instead, he had gone on a long diatribe about the King’s Fee in knights annually and how Tristen, by allowing himself to be challenged to duels, was killing off the Dauphine’s allies right at the time when His Royal Highness the Prince was working on how to keep his father, the King Jean le Bon, safely imprisoned in the Tower of London way over in Angle-land. Tristen didn’t understand most of it. Palace politics bored him. Somebody was always in, someone else out. For every man in power, there were four or five of his lieutenants scheming to replace him somehow. Tristen didn’t know how anybody could live that way. If he couldn’t trust the Commander with his life...well...there was no point to hanging around, then, was there?

What he did understand from du Guesclin’s fiery speech last night was that he was being played. That all the ladies of the land saw how quickly, how painlessly, how adeptly the Duchess de Berry got her precious “home rule” after he had despatched her husband to a happier hunting ground. Amidst the hullaballo that had followed, engulfing the entire Il de la Cité – Tristen almost able to hear the clicking of the shifting tiles of palace politics – deciding who the new Duke de Berry would be, the Duchess had claimed that she was pregnant.

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