My Lord of Misrule: Wicked Winter Nights, Book 2 by Amy Rose Bennett

Author:Amy Rose Bennett [Bennett, Amy Rose]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780645050561
Published: 2023-12-28T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The very next morning, Mary awoke with a smile on her face. It was Christmas Eve, and she was snuggling in bed with a man—her very own wicked and utterly wonderful Lord of Misrule—who seemed to understand her most secret self and accepted her. When she’d decided to embark on this quest a few weeks ago, she’d hoped—no, she’d prayed—that Lord Skene would be amenable to her plan. She’d never anticipated that it would work out so well.

Angus had made her come with his cock! Not just once, but several times during the night.

As a result, Mary was a little tender between her legs, but the slight soreness didn’t truly bother her. She was sure it would soon fade. When one first rode a horse, one’s body soon got used to the discomfort. Her body just needed to get used to having sexual intercourse. Besides, practice made perfect, didn’t it?

During the night, Angus had ably shown her several other positions for copulation. She’d ridden his cock—sitting astride him and set the pace—and he’d taken her from behind like rutting animals did in the field. And then as dawn was starting to gild the edges of the curtains in her bedchamber, Angus had gently rolled her onto her side and held her close, her back to his front, and he’d made love to her slowly. He’d teased her clitoris with his fingers and she’d allowed it that time. It somehow made their lovemaking and her climax all the sweeter.

Making love? Is that what they’d been doing?

No. Mary couldn’t let herself think like that. Love wasn’t involved. Even though she couldn’t deny that their early morning coupling had been measured and tender rather than a bout of bawdy filthy fucking, she’d be foolish to believe it was more than that—fucking.

Angus was an unrepentant rakehell—a libertine—and she was…

Mary frowned and stared across the shadowy room to the burned out fire in the grate.

Before she’d arrived at Skene castle, Mary would have said “a reserved, always-obey-all-the-rules-all-the-time-no-matter-what bluestocking.” But she wasn't really that anymore, was she?

She was different. Transforming into what, she hardly knew. One thing was certain, she was enjoying the process so she should stop fretting and live in the present. The future and what that would look like for her—whether she could slip back into her old life, living quietly with her family, or whether she decided to find a husband at long last or take a secret lover, male or female—all that could wait until she quit Skene Castle and returned to London.

Although she couldn’t quite suppress the voice at the back of her mind that whispered that Angus might be a prospective husband. He’d revealed last night that one day he would need a wife and children…

While he hadn’t said so expressly, Mary suspected the braw Scots nobleman might even be a bit lonely beneath his hearty laughter and jovial nature. He undoubtedly had very good friends. But at least two of them—Edward and Sir Tristan—were happily married now. There was no doubt that Angus hadn’t any trouble finding bed partners.

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