Page 2 of Prelude of Love (Harmony of Hearts #6)
“If you think Melody wouldn’t be thrilled about us taking care of her boy instead of some random hookup, you don’t know her as well as you think.” I traced patterns on his chest. “Remember how much fun we had with Bolton before he moved to Wintervale?”
Duke’s expression softened at the memory. “That was different.”
“It’s been three years since we played with anyone else.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “Don’t you miss it? The thrill of the chase, working together to seduce someone new?”
“No one’s been worthy of sharing you since Bolton left.”
“Aww, that’s sweet.” I kissed him softly. “But he doesn’t need to be worthy of settling down with us. I’d be happy for one night of excitement while he’s in town. What better conquest for a hall pass than someone we both agree on?”
Duke’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re seriously considering it?”
“We’re secure enough in our marriage for some fun.” I slid my hands down his chest. “And you love a good challenge. What’s more challenging than hooking up with music royalty?”
“I’m intrigued,” Duke admitted reluctantly. “But I don’t share unless someone’s truly worthy. I may like his music, but he’s probably an entitled brat.”
“We know his parents and uncle. He’s bound to have a good head on his shoulders.” I smirked. “Besides, since when do you not enjoy holding down a brat and making them pay for being so mouthy? Our marriage would never work otherwise.”
I pressed closer, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
“Just imagine him between us. Those pretty lips wrapped around my cock while you take him hard.” I kissed the underside of Duke’s jaw.
“We could take turns with him, show him what it’s like to be claimed by two men who know exactly what they’re doing. ”
A growl rumbled in Duke’s chest as he spun us around, pressing me against the counter. “You’re playing with fire, Duchess.”
“Good thing I can handle the heat.” I tugged him down for a hungry kiss, grinding against him. “Want to practice for when we have Chance between us?”
Duke stalked me toward our bedroom with predatory intent while I giggled and walked backward, loving how his muscles rippled with each purposeful step. When my back hit the doorframe, his hand snaked around my waist to pull me against his solid chest.
“You’re in big trouble, Duchess,” he warned with a rumble of danger that made my dick hard.
“Is it because I embarrassed you in front of our friends?” I ran my hands over his pecs. “Or because I made you admit you have a thing for pretty musicians?”
He growled as he claimed my mouth in a bruising kiss, but I wasn’t about to make it easy for him. I twisted away with a laugh, darting across the room.
“Get back here,” he demanded.
“Make me.” I danced out of his reach when he lunged for me. “You can do better than that.”
His next attempt caught me at the waist. I squealed as he lifted me off my feet, my back pressed to his chest before he set me down again. He tugged on my ear with his teeth. “Is there some reason you’re acting extra bratty tonight? ”
“Because you love it.” I ground my ass against him, drawing another growl. “Almost as much as you love Chance’s voice.”
“Shut up.” He nipped my neck, making me shiver.
“Why? Because I’m right?” I twisted in his arms to face him, tugging on his shirt so he got the idea to move on soon. “Or are you going to pretend you’ve never gotten hard listening to his songs, imagining his pillowy lips sucking your cock?”
Duke’s hands tightened on my hips. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“Damn right I am. So give it to me.” I shrugged off my shirt before reaching for my phone in my back pocket and pulling up the Devil’s Chance discography. With a few taps, the opening notes of “Beneath the Black Moon” filled the room through our speakers.
Duke huffed as he walked over to grab a bottle of lube, tossing it on the bed for later. “ Really ?”
“What better soundtrack for you to punish me to?” When he didn't respond, I sang along with Chance.
Where the light of mercy will not tread,
And shadows bloom where faith has fled,
Prophecies pulse through my veins,
An altar born of sacred sins.
Duke’s patience snapped. He pushed me onto the bed, stripping me of my pants and briefs in an instant before removing his own. He covered my body with his larger frame as he pinned my wrists above my head. His weight pressed me into the mattress, making my cock throb with need.
He leaned down to kiss my collarbone, the same spot he’d marked that morning when we fucked before he left for work.
The bruise hadn’t faded. His tongue licked along that spot like he was tracing his initials in invisible ink to prove that he owned me, forcing me to bite back gasps as I waited for the rougher use I desperately wanted.
The song continued to build as Chance’s voice seduced through words.
Where secrets coil and whispers stay,
Our bodies caught in endless night,
A need that blooms beneath the light,
I’ll break every vow just to give you my life.
Duke’s mouth blazed a trail down my chest until he reached my nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh before biting down, drawing a gasp from my lips. He knew how to drive me wild, alternating between sharp nips and soothing licks that had me arching beneath him.
“Yeah, punish me harder,” I moaned, threading my fingers through his dark hair. As he worked me over with his talented mouth, my cock leaked against my stomach, begging for attention .
“Tell me what you want, Duchess.”
“Fuck me,” I begged, rutting up against him. “Make me scream your name.”
A dark chuckle rumbled through his broad chest. “Challenge accepted.”
“Do your best.” My sassy words earned me another bite, his teeth leaving pretty pink marks all over my chest that I would admire in the morning.
His hot mouth moved lower, alternating between bites and kisses down my stomach. The contrast between pain and pleasure had my head spinning as I writhed beneath him, desperate for more. My legs spread wider, begging him to move things along.
“So impatient.” He nipped at my hip. “Maybe I should take my time with you.”
“Don’t you dare.” I tugged at his hair, earning a warning growl that made my erection twitch.
Chance’s voice continued making love to his lyrics.
Beneath the black moon,
Where the stars won’t sing,
A prayer that drowns in carnal rite.
I’ll crawl through the darkness to set you alight.
Duke lifted his head. “What if I want to take my sweet time?”
“Then I’ll have to find creative ways to make you give me what I want.” I smirked down at him, knowing how to push his buttons. “I bet Chance would know how to?—”
“Right now, you’re all mine,” he growled, his voice taking on that husky edge I loved so damn much.
“Prove it.” I wrapped my legs around his waist, grinding up against him. “Show me who I belong to.”
He responded by giving me a hickey. I smiled up at the ceiling with satisfaction. My plan had worked perfectly.
The song continued to pulse through the room as Duke’s hot breath teased my skin. My arms strained against his grip, wanting to touch him, but he kept me pinned. His tongue traced lazy patterns lower and lower, skipping where I wanted him most.
“Please,” I whimpered, lifting my hips.
He chuckled darkly. “Not yet.”
His lips traveled across my hip bones while his grip tightened on my wrists.
His impressive strength always turned me on, especially how he used it to keep me at his mercy.
I loved challenging him, pushing his buttons until he snapped, giving me the intense fuck I craved.
But when he was in the mood to torture me by taking his time, there was nothing I could do but accept whatever he wanted to give me.
“You know how much I want you.” The need in my voice was obvious as I arched up to meet his mouth, begging for more. “Stop teasing me.”
Duke lifted his head and gave me his alpha male smirk that always left me desperate for his cock. “You used up your bargaining position when you told the guys about Chance being my hall pass.”
“You act like he isn’t also mine. Are you jealous of him?”
“Of course not.” He dipped his head to nip at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making me gasp. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t remind you that you belong to me.”
I loved how he got feral when he reminded me I was his. Duke knew me too well, seeing right through my tactics to get him worked up. But he always gave me what I wanted in the end, so I never regretted my games.
“You never learn, do you?” Duke asked.
“Nope.” I laughed, popping the P . “Guess you’ll have to teach me another lesson.”
“Brat.” He wrapped his hand around my dick in silent threat. “Keep running that pretty mouth of yours and see what happens.”
His tongue plundered my mouth in an aggressive kiss until I was dizzy with need, making me forget all about being a brat. When we broke apart, I was panting hard.
“You ready to behave?” He gave me another firm stroke that had me moaning. “Or do I need to spend more time reminding you of who you belong to?”
“Maybe I need a little more convincing.” I bit my lip and gave him my best innocent look. “Show me what happens to obnoxious brats.”
His eyes darkened with lust as he released my dick to grab my thigh instead. He pushed my leg up, spreading me wide for him. “As you wish.” But he didn’t act immediately because he loved to torture me.
Chance’s sultry voice continued serenading.
Your hands write scripture ‘cross my skin,
Like shadows dancing where we’ve been.
Each breath confesses what words can’t say,
Your mouth unlocks what silence kept.
Duke’s fingers traced burning paths across my chest, following the song’s imagery as he wrote his own scripture of desire into my flesh. His mouth followed, unlocking gasps and moans I couldn’t contain. Each kiss and bite drew pleas from my lips.
“Duke, please,” I begged as he nipped at my inner thigh. “I need?—”
“I know what you need.” His breath ghosted over my tip. “But I’m not done toying with you yet.”