Ellora's Cavemen: Jewels of the Nile II

by Anthology

  “Why?” she managed to ask, though her voice sounded breathless.

  “I saw you at Merwell’s, there in the trees.” His statement left a great deal out, but Clari’s memory filled in the blanks. If he’d seen her he must have been close, and that meant he’d heard what the young men were saying. She felt her face flame with embarrassment.

  “And you wished to find out for yourself what a piglet stuffed with money would look like?” She was proud of her even tone.

  “Hardly,” he drawled. “I have no desire to lay with pork, and I am stuffed with pounds enough of my own.”

  At his response Clari lost her composure. Her eyes flew to his in startled shock. “Lay with…” she gasped.

  His grin was feral and frighteningly arousing. “Oh, yes, Miss Welliston. When I saw your generous form, your dark hair gleaming in the moonlight, I imagined you in my bed, that hair spread across my pillows as I ruthlessly made you mine.”

  Chapter Two

  “…as I ruthlessly made you mine.”

  Lethbridge’s words ran through Clari’s mind yet again as she waited impatiently next to Minda several weeks later. She’d seen him often since then, at dinner parties, balls and other entertainments. Once at a rout that was terribly crowded he’d somehow managed to get her lost from her mother and he’d dragged her into a small linen closet and kissed her.

  He kissed as ruthlessly as he pursued her, as ruthlessly as he promised to possess her. He hadn’t bothered with tenderness in spite of her innocence. He’d ravished her mouth with lips and teeth and tongue. His bites had left her lips swollen and red, just short of bleeding, and his tongue learned every corner of her mouth until she had no secrets left. Then he’d stolen her breath, her very thoughts, as his tongue thrust with an insistent rhythm that even inexperienced as she was, she recognized. One hand had gripped her hip while the other found her breast, shaping it firmly and rubbing his thumb over the hard, aching point of her nipple through the thin muslin of her dress. She had moaned in desperation and nearly cried with unfulfilled passion when he’d pulled away roughly and dragged her out of the closet without a word, bringing her back to her mother and departing with a bow.

  He had called on her after the rout. He’d been cool and charming, introducing her to his friend Mr. Benford. Mr. Benford was another male work of art, and the two were like gorgeous bookends on the settee, one dark and dangerous, and one light and, well, dangerous. The air around them had shivered with sexual energy. Clari had done a little shivering as well, remembering Lethbridge’s kiss, longing for more, and still befuddled by the attentions of men such as they. Several times after that Lethbridge had called with Mr. Benford, or Mr. Benford had accompanied the viscount to balls or parties.

  Lethbridge sent her flowers every day. Her mother was in raptures. Suddenly wherever Clari went she was in demand. The gentlemen, young and old, flocked to her side, intent on discovering just what Lethbridge saw in her. Several had made extremely inappropriate advances. When Clari rebuffed them they’d made it clear that most of the ton assumed Lethbridge had already taken her innocence. There had even been veiled references to Mr. Benford, which had taken Clari by surprise. She hardly knew the man, and he had not been pursuing her as Lethbridge had.

  The viscount had sent a note that afternoon indicating he would be at the Duke of Tremont’s ball this evening. He knew she planned to attend. So now she stood here doing what she’d once sworn she’d never do—pine for the presence of a particular man. But what a man. Surely no one could fault her for her fascination. He was witty, charming, sophisticated and handsome. And the fact that he seemed equally fascinated with her made her weak in the knees, another first for her. They liked the same books, he actually listened to her opinions on politics, and she frequently caught him looking at her like a delectable dessert.

  Clari’s foot began to tap impatiently as she paid no heed whatsoever to the conversation of the gentlemen surrounding her and Minda. Where could he be?

  Dom entered the ballroom with a sense of excitement and expectation, which was unusual for him. For the first time in his life he looked forward to spending time with a woman out of bed. She made him laugh, and he admired her practicality and even her reformer Whig political opinions. He planned to spirit Clari away from prying eyes tonight and explain exactly what his interest in her was. With Ben’s help he was going to see if this infatuation and desire he had for her could possibly be more. But first he had to make sure she was aware of his sexual appetites. It would be unfair to enter into an arrangement that would disappoint them both.

  Ben entered the ballroom at his side, and it felt right. It was only natural that Ben was here with him as he fulfilled his fantasies about the delectable Miss Welliston. His friendship was the most important thing in Dom’s life, and had been for some time. He knew that his relationship with Clari, should she accept a more intimate one with him, would supersede his and Ben’s. But he also knew that Ben would always be an integral part of any relationship he chose to pursue.

  He saw her through the crowd, her presence calling to him as it had since that first night. His cock ached at the sight of her, at the knowledge of what he had planned. Dom walked toward her, making a circle around the room. Suddenly he felt a hand on his arm, slowing him down. When he turned he was surprised to see it was Ben.

  “Dom, a moment,” he murmured, and looking around he steered Dom towards an empty corner, behind some potted palms. The light was dim in the ballroom, and few would see or hear them there.

  After pulling Dom behind a palm Ben let go of his arm and looked away, obviously gathering his thoughts. Dom felt his chest tighten in anxiety. Was Ben going to try to talk him out of this? He’d had nothing but praise for Clari after meeting her, both for her wit and intelligence and for her beauty. Like Dom, Ben was attracted to her uniqueness.

  “What is it, Ben?” Dom’s voice was grave, and Ben looked up quickly.

  “Oh, no, Dom, it’s nothing like that, nothing bad.” Dom breathed a sigh of relief. Ben smiled lopsidedly, a little abashed. “It’s just that I’m not sure how to say what I have to say.” He took a deep breath. “We’ve known each other a very long time, Dom. You are my best friend. You know me as no one else ever has, and I feel I can say the same of you.” He let out a shaky sigh and looked at the floor. When his eyes met Dom’s they were bright with emotion. “What I’m trying to say, and not doing a very good job of it, is thank you.”

  Dom looked at Ben in surprise. Ben laughed self-consciously.

  “I know what tonight means to you, Dom. The fact that you want me to be there…” He sighed again, and Dom knew he was fighting his emotions. “It means a great deal to me. I’ve seen the way you look at her, Dom. You really are in love. Part of me is jealous, of you, but the bigger part is overjoyed that you have found your match.”

  Dom stepped closer. “Ben, I never said anything about love. I desire her, but that is all.”

  Ben looked at him askance. “If I truly believed that, I wouldn’t be here with you, Dom. I’ve never seen you react to a woman this way before.”

  Dom felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach, the truth hit him so hard. He was in love with Clari. He reflected on his thoughts when he’d entered the ballroom. He enjoyed her conversation, he’d seen her be kind when she could have been cruel, and he’d seen how she chafed under society’s strictures. He longed to wile away his days talking with her, arguing politics and freeing her from the chains that bound her to propriety. He loved her, and his desire for her now was greater than when he’d only admired her unique beauty.

  Even as he thought it, his heart knew it to be true. And of course Ben had seen it before he had. “Ben, you’ll grow to love her, too—”

  Ben cut him off, shaking his head. “No, Dom, no I won’t. I do like her, and in time I’m sure I shall care for her very much, but I will never love her as you do, nor will she love me as she does you.”

  Dom started to argue, but stopped as Ben s
hook his head again. “It’s all right, Dom. I think we both knew this day would come. If she won’t accept me in your bed, don’t make that a stipulation of the marriage. She may come ‘round later, but I know you. You’ll find satisfaction with her, with or without my help.” He smiled wolfishly. “I would very much like to help, because as you know I enjoy fucking a woman with you, and the idea of fucking your wife is incredibly arousing.” Ben shrugged. “But even if I never do, we shall always be the best of friends, Dom, and I shan’t hold it against her. You shouldn’t either. Not many well-born women would accept such an arrangement, and for a virgin…” Ben shrugged again. “So try to be gentle when you tell her, and try to be understanding if her answer is no.”

  Dom didn’t answer as Ben gently pushed him toward the room. They resumed walking through the crowd as Dom tried to assimilate what Ben had said. He felt like a fool. He’d always assumed that when he fell in love Ben would too. But it wasn’t as if he and Ben were lovers. They were friends who frequently shared sexual experiences, but it was the friendship and not the sex that was important to them. He wanted Ben with him and Clari as a friend. He wanted Clari as his lover. He could see the distinction now, as Ben must have. He felt that their friendship was changing, but the change was a good one, and would suit the other changes soon to occur in his life.

  By the time they reached Clari, he’d come to terms with what Ben had told him, and the revelation that he loved her. The fact that he accepted it so readily told him more than anything that Ben was right. This was right. When Clari looked up into his eyes, her face open and adoring, her eyes hot with a hunger he wasn’t sure she even understood, any doubts Dom may have harbored were washed away.

  Ben obviously approved of Clari’s looks tonight as well. “She’s marvelous, Dom,” he said and looked back at Clari, who was giving him a rather arch look.

  “Thank you, Mr. Benford,” Clari said pertly, “but Viscount Lethbridge had very little to do with it.”

  Ben laughed. “I’m sure you are correct, Miss Welliston,” he said with a bow. “My apologies for not directing the compliment to the proper source.”

  Clari smiled charmingly, the slight dimple in her cheek peeking out. “Thank you again, Mr. Benford,” she said.

  Ben reached out and tapped her nose. Not only was it slightly crooked, but there was a faint scar across it. “How did this happen?” he asked, flirting. “I’ve been meaning to ask.” Dom was surprised to feel a little jealousy. He’d never been jealous of Ben before.

  Clari shrugged. “A riding accident when I was twelve,” she told him with a touch of chagrin. “The doctor did his best,” she waved a hand in front of her face, “but, well, this is his best.” She grinned ruefully. “You should have seen it right after it happened. Mama was in bed for a month.”

  They all laughed and Dom was relieved to see that Clari was neither self-conscious nor apologetic about her broken nose. Personally he loved it. It made her Clari.

  “Miss Welliston, would you care for some fresh air?” Dom asked politely, wanting her so much he couldn’t wait any longer.

  Clari looked taken aback, but readily agreed. Dom exchanged a glance with Ben, who nodded, and then held out his arm and Clari placed her hand there. He felt his muscles tighten under the warm pressure of her hand, and he imagined her soft touch on his cock.

  * * * * *

  Clari was nervous. Viscount Lethbridge was acting very strangely tonight. No sooner had he arrived than he rushed her out the door. And they were not lazily strolling the gardens, either. He made a direct line for a dark maze in the corner, leading her into it quickly before anyone could see them.

  Lethbridge hadn’t spoken since they left the ballroom, and Clari kept the silence as he maneuvered them through the maze to a corner lit only by the moonlight filtering through the leaves of a tall tree. The tree’s trunk was the link between the two hedges at the farthermost corner of the maze. There was a stone bench along one hedge. From the leaves and small bits of natural debris on the bench, not many made it this far into the maze. He dusted the bench off and gestured for Clari to sit. She did so and waited in anticipation for whatever was to come.

  He stood looking at her in the moonlight for a moment and then spoke quietly. “Clari…may I call you Clari?”

  She nodded. “Yes. It’s a pet name my father gave me as a child, short for Clarissa.” She grinned at him. “But I’ve never been a Clarissa.” She rubbed her scarred nose to illustrate the point.

  He tilted his head, regarding her seriously. “I think you could be whatever you wanted, Clari.” He stepped closer, and pulled aside his coattails to sit beside her. Clari’s heart began to race. “Clari…” He seemed unsure of himself, which surprised her. He’d always been so forceful, so determined.

  “My lord,” she murmured, her soft voice inquiring.

  “Dominic,” he said, and he seemed to regain his self-assurance. “Or Dom. It’s what my friends call me.”

  “Then Dom it is,” Clari agreed teasingly. He smiled at her, and the hunger in his smile made the moisture gather between her legs, made her nipples peak inside the soft silk of her chemise. She became acutely aware of their surroundings, of the darkness and solitude of the little corner at the back of the maze.

  “Do you remember when you kissed me, Dom?” Her voice was a breathless whisper.

  “Yes, I remember.” His voice was low, almost a growl, and Clari felt a little frisson of fear. But it was the kind of fear that excited her, that made her want to jump into the lion’s jaws to feel his hot breath and the bite of his beautiful, sharp teeth.

  “Kiss me like that again,” she whispered and she leaned toward him.

  Dom pulled her into his embrace and his mouth swooped down over hers. It was as demanding as she had hoped, as she had dreamed. His mastery of the kiss was complete, and yet Clari felt his excitement when she thrust her tongue into his mouth to parry with his. He backed down, letting her take the lead. She licked into him and felt intoxicated at the taste and feel of his mouth. His breath was indeed hot, his teeth sharp. The soft skin of his cheeks against her tongue and the taste of spirits and mint made her melt against him. She ate at his mouth, nibbled his lips and sucked the lower one into her mouth. Dom moaned and Clari felt a power she’d never known before. She captured his moan and swallowed it and fisted her hands in his hair to pull him closer.

  Dominic broke away from the kiss with a ragged breath. Clari followed the line of his jaw with little teasing kisses, feeling like the seducer here and enjoying it.

  “Clari,” he rasped, and had to clear his throat. “Clari, stop. We must talk.”

  “No,” she panted, running her mouth down his throat. “I don’t want to talk. I want to kiss.” She kissed the soft skin low on his neck, just above his cravat, but it wasn’t enough. She sucked a small, tender morsel into her mouth and Dom’s strangled groan encouraged her. She sucked the skin there lightly, wanting to devour him.

  Dominic pulled her head back with a strong hand twisted in her hair. The sharp sting of it made Clari moan.

  “Sweet Christ,” he swore as she fought to bring his lips back to hers. Then he swung her around on the bench and brought her back up against his chest, trapping her within the circle of his arms.

  Chapter Three

  “Clari, stop,” Dom whispered in her ear, his hot breath again that of a predator. Clari felt like prey as she was caught in his arms. She struggled but Dom tightened his hold. The contact made her gasp as his arm slid just under her breasts, supporting them, pushing them up, rubbing her aroused nipples against warmed silk.

  “Clari, I won’t hurt you.” His voice was a low throb behind her. His hand opened, and spread against her rib cage, his fingers spanning most of her abdomen. It made her realize how large his hand was, what a big man he was, and the thrill of it spiked her fear, and her desire. Her panting breaths filled the night air. He let her go and Clari flew from the bench, but she didn’t go far, just a few steps away to get
herself under control.

  “What…” Clari had to stop to lick dry lips, “what’s going on, Dominic? What do we need to talk about?”

  She saw his nostrils flare when she said his name. “I like it when you call me that.” He stood. “I want you so much, Clari.” When he stepped forward she retreated until her back hit the tree.

  “Is that what we need to talk about?” Clari asked. She tried to sound teasing, but her voice shook slightly, ruining the effect. She was scared, but also excited and aroused. Not just by Dominic’s kisses and his admission, but by the dominating way he’d held her. She knew he didn’t understand why she was running from him. “Because I’d like to start.”

  Dominic looked surprised, but he took a step back and nodded. Clari took a deep breath, feeling as if she were stepping off a cliff, hoping Dominic would catch her.

  “I want you too.” Dominic started to take a step forward then and Clari held up a hand and he stopped. “No, let me finish. I’m hiding over here by the tree because when I’m near you I want your tongue down my throat and your hands on my body, so if you insist on conversation, then you’d better stay put.”

  Dom laughed and shook his head. “I should have known you wouldn’t play the scared little debutante, shrinking from the touch of an aroused man.”

  Clari smiled at him and he saw the desire in her expression. “Hardly. I’ve been dreaming about getting you alone for weeks. I want you in every way possible.”

  Dom sucked in his breath. Did she understand exactly what she was saying? “I know a great many ways that are possible, and some most people would consider impossible.”

  Clari tilted her head, obviously intrigued. “I know a little, you know. I paid a maid to buy a book for me, and then I…experimented with some of the things I read.”

  It was Dom’s turn to look intrigued. “Experimented how?”

  Clari’s pose became relaxed as she leaned back against the tree. She ran her hands up her stomach and Dom held his breath as she hesitated before covering her breasts with them and squeezing. “I touched my breasts, like this.” When she pulled her hands away her nipples were hard, the peaks through the thin silk of her gown as large as ripe cherries. Dom’s mouth began to water.