Angelique (8 page)

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Eloi was on fire. He had ranted and raved on his way over to the party just thinking about what could have happened to Angelique if the Rousse brothers had gotten their hands on her. She was a gorgeous, petite woman, sexy as damn sin, and too innocent and sweet to defend herself against such creeps. His deputy told him exactly how the scene went down and how Angelique hadn’t even noticed Rousse and his friends. Her skin was soft as he kissed along her shoulder and the tiny strap of her off-the-shoulder dress. He felt her body sway toward him, and his cock throbbed beneath the zipper of his uniform pants. He wedged his thigh between her legs and kissed her again. This time, he felt the need to imprint his kiss, his desire into her very soul. She ran her hands along his arms and to his shoulders as he caressed her, not able to touch her enough or feel her enough to satisfy the hunger inside of him. He released her lips to kiss along her neck again so they could both catch their breath.

“Oh, please, Eloi. Please stop, this isn’t right,” she whispered with her eyes closed and her head back against the wall. Her skin was flushed and pink He could see a trail of marks along her neck and shoulder where he kissed and sucked her skin.

“It is right. You’re perfect,” he whispered, and she opened her eyes to look at him. The green of her eyes looked fogged with desire. She felt the connection between them and with his brothers, too. She would be theirs. He just knew it.

Her gaze fell over his shoulder to where his brothers stood watching them. He didn’t have to turn to look at them. He sensed them following him into the room he led Angelique into. He could practically feel their need to kiss her and touch her as he just did. She shook her head in denial. He pulled her from the wall and against his chest.

“We want you. You belong with us. You feel the fire between us.” He kissed her before she could deny what she was feeling. He caressed her shoulders as he kissed her mouth, and she kissed him in return. Eloi cupped her breast, and she moaned against his mouth then thrust her breasts harder against the palm of his hand. She stirred beneath his hands and his lips as Armand took position behind her. Eloi released her lips so they could breathe, and Armand began to kiss her bare shoulder. Her head rolled back against Armand’s chest as Armand kissed her neck then reached between her and Eloi to caress her cheek and turn it sideways so he could kiss her fully on the mouth.

Eloi was amazed at how sexy and responsive she was to their touch. His own body burned with need as he pulled her hand from his chest, let it slide down the front of him to his crotch. She moaned and tried to move, but Armand had her exactly where he wanted her. She gripped Eloi’s uniform pants and cock, and he helped her slide her hand up and down the shaft. Although the material was a barrier, she still felt the hot steel rod beneath her palm, and she imagined what Eloi would look like completely naked.

“You see what you do to me,
aimé
? You got my dick so hard I can hardly stand,” he told her, and she began to pull her hand away, but he stopped her.

“No, no, please don’t stop. I need to feel you touch me,” he told her then leaned forward and kissed her exposed neck and shoulder. He made his way down lower to the material of her dress while she continued to alternate rubbing his cock and cupping his balls.

“That’s it,
aimé
, just like that,” he whispered then pushed the material of her dress lower, exposing her breast. To his surprise, she wasn’t wearing any bra.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Marcel added, and Angelique moaned again. Armand released her lips and kissed her neck as she rolled her head sideways and panted for breath.

“I can’t take it,” she stated.

“Sure you can. This is just a taste. We have plans later for you,” Remy added from her other side. He kissed her neck, and Armand exposed her other breast. They all commented about her breasts and how abundant and beautiful she really was. She tightened her grip on Eloi’s cock, and he pleaded through clenched teeth.

“Easy, sugar. My cock is there already,” Eloi stated as he caressed her right breast. Armand took that moment to lick her nipple on her left breast then suck more of it into his mouth.

Angelique started panting then rocking her hips forward when Remy covered her mouth and devoured her moan.

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Angelique felt incredibly aroused and desired by the men. She thought she would be embarrassed, but when Eloi turned her toward their watchful eyes, she nearly came apart at that moment. The muffled sound of voices coming from the other room interrupted the moment, and she panicked as she tried to pull from Eloi’s arms. The man was big. By the feel of his cock, he was super big, and it concerned her. She couldn’t even fit his balls in her hand. She swallowed hard as Armand and Eloi kissed her breasts then her shoulder and neck as they placed her dress back into position.

“Next time, no interruptions,” Armand whispered as he caressed her ass cheeks and pretended to be straightening out her dress. Angelique could feel the stickiness between her legs from coming undone in their arms. She felt a mess, and they all looked as cool as could be.

“Don’t start thinking of running again. I got a taste of your sweetness and I’m going to need a whole lot more,” Eloi warned her then pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. She felt him rub his hand down her back and across her backside.

“She feels good, doesn’t she?” Armand asked.

Eloi hummed as Remy touched her cheek.

“This is going to work. Just give us a try,” he stated, and Eloi released her to Remy. He pulled her against him and kissed her. It was a warm, sweet kiss just like what she would expect from Remy. As he released her, she caught a glimpse of his scar, and she gently touched a fingertip to it. A look of sadness swept across his face, and he began to pull away. Angelique stopped him and touched a hand to his cheek and smiled. He was tall at least six feet and very fit. She could feel his stomach muscles even between the fabric of his shirt and the fabric of her dress. He seemed embarrassed by his scar. She was just curious about it.

A touch to her shoulder and Remy smiled as she turned to see Marcel. A couple of inches taller than Remy with wavy brown hair, he looked the perfect part of a handsome, classy aristocrat. He seemed more sophisticated and definitely particular. He eyed her over then held her gaze.

“I’ll take one of those kisses, sugar,” he said, and she could see the sparkle in his eyes and his intentions on getting that kiss from her either way. He pulled her gently into an embrace then leaned down and kissed her softly. A few seconds later he released her, and she began to fuss with her dress and tried to adjust her cleavage. The men licked their lips and looked her over like she could be a meal. She suddenly knew what it felt like to be a crawfish.
Suck ’n’ pull, suck ’n’ pull
, her breasts tingled, and her nipples hardened to tight pebbles. She inhaled, trying to catch her breath.

“I can use a bit of freshening up. Is there a powder room?” she asked, and Armand pointed toward a small door that was adjacent to the room they were standing in. She quickly headed in that direction.

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Eloi adjusted his holster and his pants then looked at himself in the mirror. He had to rub away Angelique’s lipstick from his mouth.

“She’s incredible and better then I wanted to admit,” he stated toward his brothers. They smiled and made grunts of appreciation for what just happened between the five of them.

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Angelique freshened up, straightened out her dress, her makeup, and her hair, grateful that the bathroom was stocked with things she needed. Her heart pounded inside her chest at the realization of what just occurred between her and the Lafont men. It was too late to turn back now. Either they would be turned on by her lack of control over her orgasm and know that they were to blame, or they would think she was some easy
putain
. She wasn’t a whore, and she sure as hell hoped she didn’t just get herself into a heap of trouble. She took a deep breath before she opened the door and wasn’t sure if she was relieved or disappointed to find the room empty. Where did the Lafont brothers go off to? She crossed the room and opened the door, finding no one in sight.

The sun was setting outside, and the dessert was being delivered to all the tables. Loads of traditional New Orleans baked goods, pies, and fruit adorned the banquet tables. A group of men was starting a small bonfire, and she immediately recognized Armand, Remy, and Marcel. She sought them out. It was instinctual and threw her for a loop. She was acting like such a sap. Deep down, she wasn’t overly confident, but she wasn’t a pushover either. Yet she felt weak at the moment. Or maybe susceptible was more like it. So the four men gave her the best orgasm of her life. So what? It didn’t mean that they owned her or could dictate her every move. It didn’t mean that she belonged to them and that they belonged to her. The thought stirred up emotions inside she realized were too intense to contemplate at this very moment. She wasn’t certain. It was getting late, and she really should get going while she could.

She turned to make her sneaky escape and nearly collided into the young woman who sat at the table near her earlier during suppertime.

“I’m sorry,” Angelique told her, and the woman laughed. She was really pretty with long, blonde hair and dark-brown eyes. She stood a good four inches taller than Angelique. Angelique took note of her figure and immediately thought of the many lingerie items that would look stunning on her. She always thought about things like this when she saw people. It was how she created her many designs.

“It’s okay, Angelique, I’m Margarite, by the way,” she told Angelique then reached out to shake her hand. They stood looking at the crowds of people helping themselves to desserts. Then Angelique followed Margarite’s line of sight toward a crowd of men. She swallowed hard as she noticed the three men who sat near Margarite at the table earlier talking with Armand, Marcel, and Remy. Angelique wondered where Eloi was. She looked around but couldn’t see him.

“Eloi had to take a call inside,” Margarite offered the information, and Angelique felt embarrassed. Then she felt Margarite bump her arm.

“The Lafont brothers, they can be quite the handful. They give you any shit, you come tell me, and my husbands will put them in their place.”

“Husbands?” Angelique asked before thinking, and Margarite smiled wide.

“Oh yeah. Those boys over there are mine. That’s three of them to keep in line,” she stated then smiled as she winked toward her men. Angelique noticed all six men now watching them. She lowered her head and looked around the party as she clasped her hands. She didn’t know how to take all of this.

“We’re not the only ones, you know? Look over there at the brunette with the two men in black. Marissa, she’s an interesting one. Took the Mercoy brothers months to win her heart. She had been in a bad relationship with a jerk. Put the voodoo on her good.”

“Bad relationship?” Angelique asked out of curiosity. She was trying to digest what Margarite was telling her, and now that she looked around her, she did notice more men than women and only a handful of couples.

“Abuse. Some piece a shit messed her up good. That’s Mickey Lemot. He’s one of Eloi’s deputies. His two brothers are New Orleans state police. They are real tough men. Almost as tough as Eloi. They’re friends with her brother. He called them because the boyfriend was harassing her and hitting her. Mickey showed up and started talking with Marissa and they became friends. Then Mickey’s brothers come ’round, and before long, they all were in love. The boyfriend tried to hurt her when he found out she was with another man, but Eloi intervened before the Lemot brothers got their hands on the boyfriend. Eloi get him good. He and Armand had to arrest the boyfriend at a party Marissa was at. Armand’s a boxer, you know. He was a champion in the army.”

Angelique felt a mix of emotions. It appeared the Lafont men were noble and good men, yet they scared her. Armand was a trained soldier and a boxer to boot. What if he got angry and hit her? She wouldn’t survive that. Eloi seemed strict, angry, and aggressive. Even when he kissed her, he did it with force and control. Granted, she did like it, but what did she know? One relationship she had, and it was nearly disastrous for her just like Marissa. Remy served in the army, too, and he seemed sweet and sincere, but so was her ex until he struck. Marcel seemed kind of cocky and sure that she would fall for him. He intimidated her with his good looks, charm, and sophistication. She could see him dining at the French Quarter, sipping a glass of expensive champagne while discussing politics and money. He seemed so businesslike and high class. She felt sick to her stomach. She couldn’t let this go on. There was no way she could handle one of them, never mind four, and she was worried about the possibility of abuse.

“I’m sorry, Margarite. I need to go.”

“Angelique, are you okay? You looked lost for a moment. Was it something I said that bothered you?”

Angelique took a deep breath as she looked at Margarite. She looked happy and content, and her men kept an eye on her at all times. As much as Angelique wanted to be loved and feel that amazing feeling she had back inside the house with Eloi, Armand, Marcel, and Remy, she was too scared.

“I can’t do this,” Angelique whispered then began walking away.

She headed to the side of the house. Maybe if she just left now, she could forget about their kisses and the way they made her body feel. Maybe she could just go back to Orchidea and forget about the Lafont brothers.