Siren Menage Amour

105 Pages·2012·0.68 MB·English

by  Dennis Josie

Lords of Hawksfell Manor 1
Gabriel’s Guests

Gabriel Hawk’s family has long been rutting bastards cursed by
their lusts. He can’t find release alone without pain, so he staffs
his grand estate Hawksfell Manor with servants to please him.
When a storm brings two unexpected guests to the manor, he
can’t send them away.
Lady Millicent Crowley must marry within three months to get her
inheritance. She’s fond of her third cousin Michael but she wants
more. She suggested this ill-fated car trip to sort out her feelings.
She hadn’t counted on the storm washing them up on Gabriel’s
doorstep.
Gabriel is attracted to both Crowleys, and they both want him,
too. He believes passion is passion, but as the three of them learn
how to please each other he feels more for them both. Can he
learn that love is love? Or will they find out his secret and leave
him forever?
Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 27,804 words
GABRIEL’S GUESTS

Lords of Hawksfell Manor 1

Josie Dennis

MENAGE AMOUR

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DEDICATION

To Ron, one of the managers of my favorite bookstore. When I
told him about the new series of lascivious lords I was contemplating,
he suggested I set it in a place like that big old house on that popular
TV show. Thus Hawksfell Manor was created!
GABRIEL’S GUESTS
Lords of Hawksfell Manor 1

JOSIE DENNIS
Copyright © 2012

Chapter 1

Yorkshire, England 1912

Lord Gabriel Hawk, the Earl of Hawksfell, poured a generous
amount of brandy into his glass then set the empty bottle aside for his
attentive staff to refill. Dinner had been fine, eaten in solitude as
usual. It was too early to find his bed, despite the lure of the fine
linens and ample pillows. The fire crackled behind the grate as if
fighting against the rain and wind outside, doing little to warm him.
Too many years spent alone had inured him to the solace found in
common comforts. It was how he wanted things, in truth. As a Hawk,
it was his due.
The family was well known in their part of Yorkshire, infamous
really. His father, his father’s father, his uncles and cousins, had all
fucked their way through the county over the past decades. More
bastards, half uncles, and cousins than Gabriel could count littered the
countryside. They were all acknowledged, given titles to reflect their
respective sire’s status, and apparently bent on continuing the
tradition of populating half of Yorkshire without benefit of marriage
or commitment. They didn’t seem to be able to cease this behavior.
Maybe the first woman wronged by a Hawk cursed all the males in
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their line, or perhaps they were just bred to be a randy bunch of
bastards. Gabriel didn’t know the answer to that generations-old
riddle, but as the eldest living Hawk, who was he to buck tradition?
His ascension to the earldom had come about two months earlier,
when his father went down with the Titanic. No doubt he’d been
rutting his way across the Atlantic when the ship hit that bloody
iceberg.
He searched for a flicker of grief, but he’d never been close to his
sire. And now he kept to his dark manor. He chose not to frequent the
pub in the nearby village of Helmsley with their generous serving
wenches. When he was younger, he’d gone there often. He’d taken
more girls than he could remember, in more ways than should be
possible. Now he made certain to hire servants who knew how to
serve their master within the manor’s thick stone walls.
“More brandy, my lord?” a feminine voice inquired from the
doorway.
Gabriel looked over to find his newest maid standing there, a
bottle of liquor held in her hands. She wore a starched black uniform
with a crisp white apron and matching cap on her head. His man of
affairs, Grantley, did well with the new hire. She was a pretty thing,
dark and sultry with large eyes and full lips. He felt his cock fill as he
studied those lips.
Every servant knew what was required when they worked at
Hawksfell Manor. Serve the appetites of the lord in residence. In fact,
it was rumored that his own mother had been a scullery maid at the
manor, but she’d relinquished any claim on him after he was born for
a hefty monetary reward. As cursed as they were with lust, they were
blessed to have more money than Croesus.
He didn’t go about things as the other Hawks had in the past or
did now, for he didn’t want a by-blow to inherit. True, he had no
notion what it meant to feel a mother’s loving touch. He didn’t wish
any child of his to go without it, however. Better his particular line
died with him.
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Thus he preferred to spill his seed safely, in the welcoming mouth
of a pretty maid or on her soft belly once he pulled out of her tight,
wet pussy. Of course when he fucked one of the grooms or a footman,
procreation was never an issue.
“Come here,” he said, gentling the command with a smile.
“Please.”
She took a few steps into the room.
“What is your name again?” he asked.
“Mary,” she answered. Her tongue snuck out to lick those full lips
of hers, and she swallowed. “Are you requiring anything tonight?”
His smile widened as his blood beat thick and low. “Yes, Mary.”
He began to unbutton his trousers. “Are you ready to serve me?”
She stared at his shaft, which was throbbing now and huge in his
hand, and her pupils dilated. “Yes, my lord.”
She came closer and set the bottle on the table beside him then
sank to her knees.

* * * *

Afterward, Gabriel helped the maid to her feet and nodded. “That
will be all, Mary.”
She smiled up at him and left him in familiar solitude.
He was kind and generous to his staff, and it was really only once
or twice a year he had to dismiss a servant due to emotional
attachment. Theirs to him, of course. He never let himself feel
anything for anyone.
Settling back down in his chair, he fought off the shame
attempting to wrap itself around his heart. He paid his servants well.
He never abused a one of them or made them do anything that didn’t
bring them pleasure, too. It was necessary to provide an outlet for the
blasted Hawk lusts that ran so high in his veins.
God knew he’d tried over the years to satisfy himself with his
hand, earning nothing but stabbing pain in his belly and an