My Lady's Pleasure ~ Three Kinds of Wicked ~ Book 11 by Alice Gaines

Author:Alice Gaines [Gaines, Alice]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Three Kinds of Wicked, Viking, Alice Gaines, menage a trois, eredsage, red sage, paranormal, erotic romance
Publisher: Red Sage Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2010-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

My Lady’s Pleasure: Chapter Four

In the garden Josalyn found the minstrel playing a recorder. He breathed out a few notes and then stopped as if memorizing his work as he went along. He didn’t look up as she stood there, but he smiled.

“How fare you this morning, my lady?” he said.

“You should tell me. You seem to know more about my body than I do.”

He glanced up, and mischief glistened in his dark eyes. “I learned something about your body this morning, and I thank you for the knowledge.”

“The two of you drugged me.”

“Technically, your husband did, although I supplied the potions.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you want here?”

“Your favor.” He placed his hand over his heart. “I wish only to sit at your feet and worship your beauty.”

“We’ve gone rather farther than that.”

“Very well. I only want your happiness.”

“Why should you care about me?” she said.

“’Tis my quest, my lady.” Though he sat, he bent low in a bow, sweeping his arm to the side. “My purpose in life, to make sure every woman has the romance she deserves.”

“Romance? What a useless illusion.”

“You wound me. Come and sit. Let me change your mind.”

She joined him on the bench. Odd how that they could sit together so innocently when mere hours before, she’d awakened to the feel of his fingers on her most sensitive place. Even now, her sex clenched, remembering the feel of his hardness inside it.

“Every woman should be worshipped as the treasure she is. Her lover should hang on her words, pining away for a secret, sweet message from his lady,” Trey said. “He should praise her beauty and chastity in song. I'd like to do that for you, Lady Josalyn."

”You’re mad," she said. "Even if you're fool enough to think me beautiful, you know from direct experience I'm not chaste."

”You're married now. You gave your innocence to your husband."

”I slept with two men on my wedding night."

He took her hand and pressed his lips to the back. "Necessity only. You were innocent and fearful. Your husband's a warrior and not attuned to the dreams of young women."

Dreams. She'd never dared to hope that her dreams would come true. If her father had lived, he'd have married her off for his advantage, mayhap to a man his own age. When he'd died, his burdens had fallen on her. The Viking might have given her the freedom to enter a religious order, but instead, he'd taken her for his own advantage.

Trey put aside the recorder and picked up his lyre. “I’ve only started this. I hope you approve.”

He struck a cord and then sang.

“My lady sweet, scorn not, this lad who loves you true,

“I dream at night of your fair skin and of your eyes so blue

“But, stay, oh stay!

“By saints above,

“Stay, oh stay!

“And take…”

“I haven’t quite finished it,” he said.

“’My love’ are the words you want,” she said. “And, my eyes are green.”

“’My love,’ exactly.” He took her chin and turned her face to his.

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