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inside her. But then he began to stroke her again, making her passage tighten and shudder around him.
    He buried his face in her hair and his lips brushed against her ear. “Are you ready for me, wife?”
    With tears welling in her eyes, Sorcha nodded. She opened her legs and sank her teeth into her lower lip, bracing herself for his invasion.
     
    Cam observed it all, unable to tear his gaze from the scene unfolding before him. Alan touching her, tasting her—something Cam had never done. Why?
    There was no time to ponder his oversight at the moment. All Cam knew was that he wanted to taste her, he wanted it desperately, and he wanted to kill Alan for being the only one who could.
    From this vantage, he could see flashes of Sorcha’s sex, glistening red and ripe. How could she give herself over to Alan so easily? Could she have forgotten all those nights she’d spent with Cam? No . No, it was impossible. She couldn’t forget him. He wouldn’t allow it.
    Cam brushed his hand over his breeches in an attempt to soothe his aching cock, to no avail. He was stiff as a pike, and as long as he watched Sorcha, panting and flushed, with her shift pushed up high around her waist, it would remain so.
    Her scream as she came pierced through the windowpane. Cam shifted uncomfortably and unbuttoned his breeches in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
    Alan had crawled up alongside Sorcha, his fingers still buried deep inside her. He murmured something into her ear. Christ, but Cam wished he knew what the man had said. Sorcha squeezed her eyes shut and opened her pale legs, revealing her shiny, slick folds to Cam. Alan withdrew his fingers from her and pressed them to her lips, speaking softly. Her tongue darted out, and her eyes widened as she tasted herself on his skin.
    Cam slipped his hand into his breeches and grasped himself, biting back a yelp at the coldness of his palm against the hot skin of his cock. The shock faded, though, the heat quickly overwhelming the cold.
    Alan shifted himself over Sorcha, reached down to position himself at her entrance, and inched forward. Cam supposed the halting movement was an unnecessary effort to diminish Sorcha’s pain. Beneath Alan, Sorcha arched up and cried out.
    Good work, Sorcha love. That should convince him.
    Cam jerked on his cock, blinking back tears. God, he was pitiful. The last time he’d wept he was seven years old and his father had beaten him for running away from home to chase after his governess, who was to marry and leave him forever.
    He hated Alan. This wasn’t fair. Sorcha should be his. She was his. Why did he have to be born into this godforsaken position in life? He hated the earldom. He wanted his own picturesque cottage. He wanted to be the one joyfully fucking Sorcha for the first time.
    Alan pumped into her now, the muscles in his arse flexing with every thrust. Shivering with cold, lust, and barely contained emotion, Cam tugged on his cock in time to each of Alan’s thrusts.
    Sorcha’s fingers dug into Alan’s muscled back, so hard that little pinpricks of blood seeped through the coarse white material of his shirt. Her head moved back and forth as Alan’s thrusts built in frequency. He fucked her deep, and though she wasn’t a virgin, it looked as though he pushed her to the limit.
    Damn him. Damn him for giving her pleasure. Cam pulled on his cock, groaning as his fingertips scraped over the delicate skin of the head. Alan moved at a frenzied pace now, and Sorcha’s head whipped from side to side. Her legs wrapped around Alan’s thighs, her toes curled. And then, to Cam’s surprise, Alan wrenched out of her. Cam came, spurting over his hands and his breeches, just as Alan released onto Sorcha’s stomach.
    Alan and Sorcha stared at each other for a long moment before Alan leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he gathered her close and held her, his seed smearing between their bodies as they lay pressed against each other, their