Wicked And Wild: Spencers in Love Book Two (11 page)

            Lucien's head spun. He'd never imagined
Mirabelle would be so uninhibited, so curious. He frantically dealt with the
buttons of the falls of his trousers and his cock sprang free. He pulled
Mirabelle to the edge of the desk and positioned himself at her entrance.
Lucien's tongue dueled with hers as he filled his hands with the firm globes of
her bottom and thrust into her. He was so urgent and lost in the sweet depths
of Mirabelle's mouth that he slid fully into her for the first time, he felt
his balls against her bottom and he groaned. She pulled away from his lips and
hissed. Lucien stilled and cradled her face.   

            "Did I hurt you, sweetheart?" His eyes
poured into hers, seeking the stunned depths. Mirabelle blinked and licked her
lips.

            "No. I'm not hurt, just surprised. I didn't
realize there was so much of you." She squeezed around him and Lucien
swore. "I feel so full of you!" He nodded and pushed his hands into
her hair, causing pins to fall and scatter on the desk. His mouth crashed upon
hers as his hips began thrusting.

            Lucien grabbed Mirabelle's bodice with both
hands and pulled, ripping it down the front. She pulled from his lips and
giggled as she tugged the halves wider. He untied the ribbon of her chemise and
ripped it in half as well.

            Like a starving man, Lucien filled his hands
with her breasts and buried his face in her creamy mounds as his cock continued
to stroke within her. Mirabelle arched, pressing herself against his mouth.
Lucien bit the swell of one breast and dragged his teeth along her flesh until
his lips brushed her nipple. He flicked it with his tongue and then pulled it
into his mouth and began to suckle.

            Mirabelle was mindless. She wrapped her legs
around him, pulling him deeper within her and clawed at his back. Lucien held
her waist and thrust, rolling his hips as he ground himself against her.
Mirabelle cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders.

            "Am I being too rough, love?" Lucien
panted against her nipple. She grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled his ear
to her lips.

            "I promise I'll let you know if it
hurts." She whispered, letting the heat of her breath tickle him.
"And then I'll tell you if I want you to stop." Mirabelle caught his ear
lobe between her lips and sucked on it. Lucien growled and wrapped his arms
around her.

            "God, I love you!" He screamed against
her neck and gave into the madness. He drove into her relentlessly as he filled
his hands with her breasts. Mirabelle urged him on with her legs and arms,
pulling him to her as she bucked against him. Lucien could feel his balls
tightening and his cock start to swell. He bent his head and took her nipple
between his lips and sucked as he flicked the tip with his tongue. Mirabelle
froze in his arms, yelling his name just before she shattered. She tightened
mercilessly around Lucien and he felt his climax burst from him as her muscles
milked his release. Her name poured from his lips as he felt wave after wave of
his seed fill her.

            Once his body stopped spasming, Lucien gathered
Mirabelle to him and stumbled backwards into the chair. He draped her legs over
the arm of the chair and rested her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms
around her and inhaled her scent as he waited for his heart to stop pounding.

            Lucien looked down at Mirabelle. Her hair was a
disaster, the front of her gown was ripped to her waist and her skirts were
still rucked, revealing the long sweep of her legs. He attempted to run his
fingers through her hair but they tangled. She laughed softly and pressed her
face into his shirt. Miraculously, aside from his hair and opened trousers,
Lucien was still presentable. Mirabelle yawned and rubbed her cheek against his
chest.

            "I'm so sleepy now. I didn't sleep well
last night." She mumbled and he could tell she was starting to drift off.
He frowned as he looked at their position. While Lucien would be content to
hold her for hours, he doubted she'd be comfortable and might become chilled.

            "Let's get you upstairs then." He
raised her to her feet and stood behind her, fixing his trousers. She wobbled
drunkenly and leaned against him for support. Lucien laughed softly as he
shrugged out of his coat. "You can nap all day and I'll torture myself by
watching you until it's time to get ready." He whispered as he wrapped her
in his coat. Mirabelle blinked drowsily.

            "Get ready?" She slurred as Lucien led
her towards the study door.

            "We're going to the opera with Gilles,
Elise and The Mothers, remember? It will be the first evening we've spent with
them in weeks." They were almost to the stairs when Joss found them. He
cleared his throat and held out a salver with two letters.

            "These arrived, Your Grace. I would have
delivered them but I did not want to interrupt." Lucien narrowed his eyes
at Joss who did his best to maintain a formal expression. The corners of his
mouth gave him away. So much for pretending to be deaf. Lucien sighed and
turned to Mirabelle.

            "Can you make your way upstairs? I'll be up
as soon as I can." She nodded dreamily as he kissed her cheek. He watched
until she disappeared into the hallway and then turned back to the study.
Lucien grimaced as he sat in his seat. The smell of Mirabelle and their lovemaking
hung in the air causing his body to tighten. He felt himself becoming aroused
and it took a clenched jaw and tremendous effort to stay in his chair and open
the letters while everything within him urged him to rush upstairs and find
Mirabelle.

            Lucien sighed and shook his head as he opened
the first letter. It was from Alastair. A body had been found in a burned down
warehouse and it appeared to be Whitrose. Numerous documents had been
discovered with the body that might be related to Lucien's investigation. The
second was from Alastair as well. Foul play was likely and there was a suspect
in custody.

            Cursing, Lucien rose and called for Joss.

            "I'll need my carriage." Joss nodded
and took himself off as Lucien climbed the stairs. There were very few things
in the world that could have pulled him from a day spent in bed with Mirabelle.
A few months ago, he would have welcomed this news, now he wanted to make up
for lost time and fulfill the numerous fantasies he'd had featuring his up
until now untouchable wife. Unfortunately, Alastair and a resolution to the
mystery of Whitrose's disappearance and the dismantling of his numerous evil
schemes couldn't wait.

            Mirabelle was already sleeping when Lucien
carefully slipped into her chamber to retrieve his coat. He had to bite back a
groan when he peeked beneath the sheet and saw that she was naked. Not wanting
to disturb her, he found paper and a pen and left a note on her pillow.

My Love,

  I am heartbroken to have to leave your side but
Alastair and an urgent matter require my attention. I will return in time to
get ready for this evening. Get plenty of rest and know that I am thinking of
you. I can still taste you and I can't get the sight of you out of my mind.

  Love,

         L.

            Lucien kissed Mirabelle's cheek gently and
quietly left the room. He felt the pull of her, naked in her bed as he made his
way down the stairs and out the front door. Getting into his carriage had been
one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

Chapter 21

            Hours later, Lucien walked into his front hall,
exhausted and irritable. The body and the warehouse Alastair had shown him were
so badly burned that there was little insight to be gained. Both were hesitant
to assume the body was that of Whitrose, though it seemed likely. The documents
were helpful and could potentially restore some investments to a few of
Whitrose's unfortunate victims. Lucien considered that the afternoon's only
success. Both he and Alastair had questioned a suspected arsonist and associate
of Whitrose for hours without any result. Just as he had months ago, Lucien
felt as if there were too many questions without answers to feel that the
matter was truly resolved.

            The last thing he was in the mood for was
dressing and going to the opera but Lucien knew that Mirabelle was probably
almost ready and looking forward to an evening with the family. He quickly
bathed, shaved and had only his stockings, shoes and coat to put on when there
was a knock at the dressing room door. Hugo had a brief, hushed exchange and
then turned to Lucien.

            "Her Grace wishes to speak with you."
Hugo relayed. Lucien's brows pulled together as he nodded.

            His first thought was that Mirabelle wasn't
feeling well because he had been too rough with her earlier and she was sore.
Or perhaps she was upset that he'd been away all day. Lucien prayed that
neither was the case. After the day he'd had with Alastair, seeing Mirabelle
was the only thing he was looking forward to.

            He tapped at her door and she called for him to
enter. Lucien was confused to see Mirabelle reclining on the chaise in her
dressing robe, holding a glass of wine. She smiled warmly and held her hand out
to him in invitation.

            "You're not ready?" Lucien asked as he
approached. Arousal began to curl within him as her scent reached him.

            "I decided to cancel. I hope you don't
mind." Her voice was low and sultry and as Mirabelle rose and drifted
towards Lucien, her robe parted and he saw that she was naked beneath it. His
erection was immediately painful as lust swelled within him. His mouth felt dry
and he was grateful when she handed him the glass of wine. Lucien took a large
swallow. He couldn't take his eyes off of hers as she reached for his cravat
and began unknotting it.

            "Of course I don't mind." His voice
was still gravelly. "Are you feeling well?" She certainly looked well
but a trace of worry remained. Mirabelle smiled and licked her lips. Lucien
felt hard become harder.

            "I feel perfect, Lucien." She said
softly. "There are some things I want to show you." Her eyes were
full of seduction and a trace of mischief. His heart began to beat with
excitement. Mirabelle flicked the cravat free and playfully took it between her
teeth. Lucien's eyes widened. Would she know about that? He hoped that she
didn't intend for him to tie that around her mouth, he loved how loud she'd
been that morning. A moment later she released it and he watched it skim her
breasts and stomach as it fell to the floor between them. Mirabelle began
unbuttoning his waist jacket and he moved to help.

            "I want to undress you." She whispered
as she looked into his eyes. Lucien understood that there was a command in her
statement. He finished the wine and placed the glass on a nearby table. He
tried to relax as Mirabelle peeled the waist coat away and began unbuttoning
his shirt. "You're always so well turned out, especially when you're in
London. So refined and always at the height of style."

            "There are expectations and I admit that I
might be a touch vain." Lucien mumbled as she pulled his shirt over his
head. Mirabelle dropped the shirt and found the buttons of his trousers.

            "I prefer you as you are in the country.
Especially when you've been working. I like when you're sweaty and look a
little wild." She whispered as she slid her hands down his sides, causing
his trousers to slide down his legs. Lucien stepped out of them, relieved to
finally be naked. He reached for Mirabelle but she stepped away. She circled
around and pressed herself to his back. "Not yet."

            Lucien hissed as he felt her tongue lick his
shoulder. Her hands began to glide over his skin. He felt his muscles twitch in
response to her strokes as he tried to remain still, to keep his breathing even
so she could explore him. He knew he'd denied her, that he owed her the opportunity.
Lucien also knew it was going to cost him. He grit his teeth when he felt her
fingernails grazing his flanks. Mirabelle's teeth bit into his flesh and he
swallowed a groan. She slowly came around, caressing his ribs and hip and
licked his upper arm.

            "I think you'll find I can be just as
sweaty and wild here." His voice was deep and hungry. Lucien had a feeling
he would be both things very soon. "What do you have planned?"

            "I'd rather show you than tell you."
Mirabelle was distracted by his neck, chest and stomach. Her fingers traced
every muscle and bone while her tongue and lips pressed to his skin. Her hands
quested lower, her fingers brushed through coarse hair before they wrapped
around Lucien's throbbing cock. Mirabelle's tongue licked his nipple just
before she took it gently between her teeth. He twitched in her hands and he
cursed. Her eyes met his as she began to stroke. "I want you to teach me
how to use my mouth on you."

            For a moment, Lucien saw stars and heat like
he'd never felt washed over him. Mirabelle started to lower to her knees and he
reached for her. Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip. He knew she was about
to dig in her heels.

            "I promise I will teach you but if you had
anything planned beyond that you might want to wait until later." His
voice sounded harsh but he felt desperate. Just the thought of Mirabelle's lips
around him made him want to throw her on the bed and take her savagely. Lucien
knew that any agenda she had for the evening would be in cinders along with his
control if she actually did it. She blinked and stared over his shoulder,
considering. Her hands were still stroking and Lucien was very close to
skipping everything and just taking her savagely. Mirabelle shook her head
softly and released him. She pulled the halves of her robe wide and let it fall
before she took his hand and turned towards the bed. Lucien regarded the bed
and saw that the pillows had been piled in the middle at the head of the bed.
Two long strips of silk draped over them, the ends appeared to be tied to the
headboard, behind the mattress. His eyebrows rose. "Are you planning to
tie me to the bed, madam?" Lucien asked as Mirabelle turned them and set
her hands on his shoulders. She pushed and guided him to recline on the pillows
in the middle of the bed. She followed on her knees.

            "No. I want your hands free, I want you to
move." Her voice was husky and soft, almost a whisper as she rested her
hands on his chest. Mirabelle lifted a leg and straddled Lucien's stomach.
Desire and anticipation streaked through him. She leaned down and licked his
lips. He raised his head and opened for her as her tongue slid in. Mirabelle
explored his mouth as her hands caressed his neck and chest. Lucien angled his
head and took the kiss deeper as his hands stroked her thighs and bottom. He
could feel the wet heat of her against his stomach. She lifted her head and her
smile was knowing and wicked. Lucien began to feel impatient.

            "What's all of this about?" He took
the straps in his hands and looked at her expectantly. It was killing him.

            "I'm sure you're aware that there is quite a
collection of graphic books in the library at Spencer Place." Mirabelle
didn't wait for Lucien to reply. She reached between them and took his erection
in her hand as she raised herself. His heart stopped for a moment when he
sensed her intention. He watched as Mirabelle guided him to her entrance and
sank down slowly. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. Lucien clenched his
jaw and forced himself to remain still. He had to know where she was taking
them. "I've had years to study them and there are a few that I've always
been intrigued by." Mirabelle pressed on Lucien's chest and rose slowly
until only the head of his cock was within her before she slid down. She
repeated the motion a few times and purred when she finally took him to the
hilt and felt his groin against her derrière. Lucien squeezed his eyes shut and
thought his jaw would break, he'd clenched so hard to keep from pulling her
down and thrusting into her. Mirabelle's words echoed in his brain. "
I
feel perfect, Lucien.
" She did feel perfect. So damned perfect.
"There was something in particular that I've always wanted to try with
you." She bit her lip as a moment of shyness overcame her.

            "You've been imagining us, in various
positions? For years?" Lucien was certain his jaw would have fallen open
if he hadn't been lying down. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had
shocked him in the bedroom. But as Mirabelle continued sliding up and down upon
him and telling him wicked secrets, Lucien's mind went blank and he could only
comprehend raging lust and mild nervousness. She nodded and took the straps
from his hands.

            "It reminded me of riding a horse and it
seemed fitting." Mirabelle pulled and let the straps straighten.

            "Fitting?" Still, Lucien's mind
refused to function. He knew he was definitely fitting but he couldn't put
together her words or how the straps were going to be used. He was always one
step ahead in the bedroom, he was rarely surprised.

            "Mmm hmm." Mirabelle wrapped the
straps around her wrists until they were taut and closed her hands around them.
She gave the straps a tug and Lucien felt her pull forwards, causing her to
impale herself upon him fully and more forcefully. He gasped in ecstasy as her
head fell back.

            "Jesus, Mirabelle!" Lucien groaned as
she rose slightly, slid down and tugged on what had effectively become reins.
She arched her back, taking him deep and hard. Unable to remain still any
longer, he sat up and pressed his lips to her throat as he filled his hands
with her breasts. Mirabelle moaned his name. "Do you mean to break me,
sweetheart?" Lucien murmured against her skin.

            "No." She sighed. Her internal muscles
began squeezing him in time with the rise and fall of her hips. He felt his
eyes roll back in his head and he swore. "I don't want you tamed. You know
I prefer a strong, wild stallion. But I want you to know who your mistress
is." Mirabelle picked up the pace, riding Lucien faster.

            She'd always been a strong rider. He'd never
worried despite her preference for mounts that were too large and too powerful
for a woman her size. Again, he cursed himself for being a fool. Why didn't he
assume that she'd be the same in bed? Mirabelle had never been timid or weak;
she never backed away from a challenge. If Lucien had relied on everything he'd
known about her, he would have foreseen that she'd be bold, curious and
inexhaustible. At the moment, her ability in the saddle and fondness for large,
powerful mounts and riding reckless and fast was whipping him to a frenzy. He
decided not to disappoint Mirabelle by being a docile ride.

            Lucien set his lips, tongue and teeth to her
flesh. He bit, sucked and licked her neck, shoulders and breasts. His hands
squeezed her breasts, waist and thighs as he urged her on. He pulled her hair
and scratched her skin. Mirabelle screamed and sobbed and rode him harder and
faster. When their mouths met it was hungry and urgent. Their breathing was
fast and labored as if they were thundering across a field and jumping over
fences and hedges. Lucien found her rhythm and rocked against her. Mirabelle
threw her head back and gasped. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked
greedily. He felt her haul in a ragged breath and hold it as her body seized just
as the tension that had been building within his groin coiled tight. Mirabelle
yelled as her body shook violently. Lucien felt the muscles gripping him spasm
and squeeze almost painfully and gave in, feeling his balls tighten as his cock
swelled. He shouted as he was pulled into her release.

            Mirabelle went limp and collapsed against him,
still held in place by the straps. Lucien unwound the silk from her wrists and
pulled her with him as he fell back against the pillows. Her wrists were red
from the straps. He massaged them until their normal color returned and revisited
the events of the last hour.

            Mirabelle had said she had some things to show
him. It had been a very instructive experience for Lucien. Aside from
encountering a new use for lengths of silk in bed, he'd learned that his wife
was curious and had appetites of her own. Thanks to what Lucien knew was a very
eclectic collection of erotica at Spencer Place, her carnal knowledge exceeded
that of most women of her station and experience. Also, he thought with a
wolfish grin, Mirabelle liked it very hard and very rough.

            "I vote that we keep the straps."
Lucien announced as he wrapped his arms around Mirabelle. Exhausted, she lifted
her hand enough to pat his shoulder in agreement. He chuckled and began playing
with her hair. "I'll have to give you a more detailed tour of the library
tomorrow. Clerendon House has a collection that surpasses Spencer Place. I can
think of a few pieces that might be of particular interest." Mirabelle
giggled and raised her head.

            "Do you have a copy of The School of
Venus?" She let herself roll off of Lucien and groaned as she settled on
her stomach and stretched her legs. "There used to be one at Spencer Place
but it disappeared years ago. I only had a few, quick opportunities to look
through it." Once again, Lucien was surprised.