The Last Duchess (The Lennox Series) by Feagan Stephanie

Author:Feagan, Stephanie [Feagan, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Pink Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-07-07T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Jane was a quick study and appeared to trust him absolutely. He’d not sprung anything overly shocking on her after they turned in, but she never batted an eye when he rolled her over, hoisted her hips from the bed and mounted her from behind. Actually, she batted both eyes quite a lot before she cried out and her soft, curvaceous body quivered beneath his hands.

Afterward, she said it was most enlightening, and she’d like to try it again tomorrow, to make certain she liked it, if he didn’t mind.

He assured her he did not mind before he tucked her close to him and began to drift off to sleep. Tomorrow, he supposed he would have her maid remove her to the bedroom next door. Having her in the same room, sleeping all the night through with her, was unwise at best, dangerous at worst. Hester had taken it upon herself to put them both in the same room, despite his instructions to the contrary. Though to be fair, he didn’t exactly recall that he’d been very specific in his letter to her.

It was no matter. Tonight, she would stay here, beside him, curled up like a purring cat at his side. Tomorrow night, she’d be in her own bed, receive him there, and he would return to his bed and sleep alone.

She kissed his shoulder and murmured a soft goodnight before relaxing completely, her sweet body molding against his.

Late in the night, he awoke to find her gone from his bed. Momentary panic eased when he spied her next to the window. He got out of bed and prowled toward her, naked. “Are you all right, Jane?”

“I’m quite all right, but I fear Grendel may be in for a shock.”

He peered out into the night, but could see nothing. “I don’t follow. What do you mean?”

“Listen carefully.” She pushed open the sash and he heard a steady pounding, accompanied by sharp whinnies. “I believe she’s gone into season and Pendragon is knocking at the edge of her stall.”

Michael listened carefully and frowned. “I believe you’re right.” Where was the blasted stable master? Any of the grooms? He turned and went for his breeches. “I’ll go and see what I can do, but if he’s got to her, it’s too late. He’ll bite or kick anyone who comes near.”

“I hope he hasn’t injured himself.”

He slid into his shirt and reached for his boots. “How old is Grendel?”

“Four years.”

“Old enough, I suppose.” He rose from the edge of the bed and went to the fire, tossing in a spade of coal and poking it about until it caught fire. There was a chill in the air, and she was barely covered by her gown. “If it’s too late, I’ll have to set them out to pasture and let it run its course for however many days she stays in season. I’ve other mounts in the stable, so we won’t miss our ride in the morning.” He moved next to her again.

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