your liking , a
strange yet familiar voice murmured in her mind, were you to go along with
it.
Give in? she thought, realizing the voice sounded
sort of like her own. She’d heard it in her previous life.
The outcome could be very…pleasant.
Seduction? What next? Take Walker as her lover?
Very pleasant.
Walker’s definite snort made her look at him. “Yes,” he
spat. “Both the earl and I have courted you for the last six months. We
petitioned the king for a decision.”
He sounded so disgruntled she wanted to grin. Instead she
cocked an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. She could appreciate his
inner conflict—pride, no doubt, his primary concern. That he , a duke,
should play second fiddle to a mere earl must gall Walker to the ends of his
lordly restraint.
He took another deep swallow of wine then fixed his
resentful gaze on her. “The king has graciously granted you four more months in
which to make up your mind.” His sarcastic tone suggested she might—no, would —find
the task too mentally daunting. Which put the ball back in King Henry’s court.
Where, in her opinion, it belonged…for the length of time it
took her to rethink the idea. Rejecting the notion of letting anyone make such
a momentous decision for her, she prodded Walker to continue.
He did, saying, “You shall spend a month here with the earl.
Next month, you shall join me at Castle Mornay.”
“And after that? What happens if I still cannot decide which
of you I might wed?”
An unholy gleam lit his devil-dark eyes. “Then, milady, you
shall have two lovers.” A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he added,
“Wife to neither, mistress to us both.”
With that breath-stealing comment, he downed his wine then
left her.
Amazing. The idea of having both men as lovers
appealed. More than it should for a woman in this time, of her status. But just
how much status she had was doubtful. After all, the king himself had all but
given her to both men—a clear indication of Henry’s lack of regard for her.
Unless Walker had lied about what would happen if she failed to decide on one
man or the other.
That other woman had fallen silent—at least in Diane’s mind.
Her body, however, seemed to have a mind of its own. Her breasts felt swollen,
her nipples as hard and tender as they got when suckled. As for her pussy…
Mercy! She felt as if she’d brought all her unfulfilled needs from that
medieval life with her. If she had to spend much time with either man, who knew
what she might do? That wooing meant spending time… She fanned her face with
her hands.
Damnation! She needed help undressing, in freeing her
body so she could relieve herself of this sudden craving for sex.
You could summon Adrian.
Could, sure, but wouldn’t. It felt unfair to Walker. Silly
to even consider him when he’d put her in this stressful situation. In truth
she wanted to see what Adrian would do to win her surrender.
What if she gave in to him before Walker had his chance?
Would she regret not knowing how the duke made love? Would she always wonder?
A soft rap on her open door startled her. Had Adrian come to
begin his quest? But no. A maid bearing a tray of food stood in her doorway.
“Come,” she said, hoping the girl could also help her out of
her clothes.
“Marget is on her way, m’lady,” the girl told her as she
placed the tray on the table. “She will help you ready for sleep.”
Marget? Were the Days here in this life? Peering at
the young woman, she found a resemblance to dark-haired, dark-eyed Taite, the
youngest Day. Comforted by the familiar face, she returned to her chair and
pondered where to begin eating.
A meal would satisfy her empty belly. A little
self-gratification would have to fill the hunger in her empty pussy.
* * * * *
Walker took his formal leave the next morning. Looking
magnificent, he took Diane’s breath away. He’d paired his doublet with matching
canions—a kind of short breeches—and
strange yet familiar voice murmured in her mind, were you to go along with
it.
Give in? she thought, realizing the voice sounded
sort of like her own. She’d heard it in her previous life.
The outcome could be very…pleasant.
Seduction? What next? Take Walker as her lover?
Very pleasant.
Walker’s definite snort made her look at him. “Yes,” he
spat. “Both the earl and I have courted you for the last six months. We
petitioned the king for a decision.”
He sounded so disgruntled she wanted to grin. Instead she
cocked an eyebrow and waited for him to continue. She could appreciate his
inner conflict—pride, no doubt, his primary concern. That he , a duke,
should play second fiddle to a mere earl must gall Walker to the ends of his
lordly restraint.
He took another deep swallow of wine then fixed his
resentful gaze on her. “The king has graciously granted you four more months in
which to make up your mind.” His sarcastic tone suggested she might—no, would —find
the task too mentally daunting. Which put the ball back in King Henry’s court.
Where, in her opinion, it belonged…for the length of time it
took her to rethink the idea. Rejecting the notion of letting anyone make such
a momentous decision for her, she prodded Walker to continue.
He did, saying, “You shall spend a month here with the earl.
Next month, you shall join me at Castle Mornay.”
“And after that? What happens if I still cannot decide which
of you I might wed?”
An unholy gleam lit his devil-dark eyes. “Then, milady, you
shall have two lovers.” A smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he added,
“Wife to neither, mistress to us both.”
With that breath-stealing comment, he downed his wine then
left her.
Amazing. The idea of having both men as lovers
appealed. More than it should for a woman in this time, of her status. But just
how much status she had was doubtful. After all, the king himself had all but
given her to both men—a clear indication of Henry’s lack of regard for her.
Unless Walker had lied about what would happen if she failed to decide on one
man or the other.
That other woman had fallen silent—at least in Diane’s mind.
Her body, however, seemed to have a mind of its own. Her breasts felt swollen,
her nipples as hard and tender as they got when suckled. As for her pussy…
Mercy! She felt as if she’d brought all her unfulfilled needs from that
medieval life with her. If she had to spend much time with either man, who knew
what she might do? That wooing meant spending time… She fanned her face with
her hands.
Damnation! She needed help undressing, in freeing her
body so she could relieve herself of this sudden craving for sex.
You could summon Adrian.
Could, sure, but wouldn’t. It felt unfair to Walker. Silly
to even consider him when he’d put her in this stressful situation. In truth
she wanted to see what Adrian would do to win her surrender.
What if she gave in to him before Walker had his chance?
Would she regret not knowing how the duke made love? Would she always wonder?
A soft rap on her open door startled her. Had Adrian come to
begin his quest? But no. A maid bearing a tray of food stood in her doorway.
“Come,” she said, hoping the girl could also help her out of
her clothes.
“Marget is on her way, m’lady,” the girl told her as she
placed the tray on the table. “She will help you ready for sleep.”
Marget? Were the Days here in this life? Peering at
the young woman, she found a resemblance to dark-haired, dark-eyed Taite, the
youngest Day. Comforted by the familiar face, she returned to her chair and
pondered where to begin eating.
A meal would satisfy her empty belly. A little
self-gratification would have to fill the hunger in her empty pussy.
* * * * *
Walker took his formal leave the next morning. Looking
magnificent, he took Diane’s breath away. He’d paired his doublet with matching
canions—a kind of short breeches—and
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