Page 3 of Mounted By Her Officers

Lydia clutched her chest and sat on the bed, relieved that it was only Carter and Denny. “What are you doing here?” she hissed.

“Apologies, we lost our way in the dark,” drawled Denny.

“We’re here to fuck you,” Carter said.

She sat a little taller. Of course they’d been unable to resist her. Well, she’d simply need to relieve them of their masculine energy so they could all go to sleep. Morning and their flight to the country would come early.

Denny took a seat beside Lydia and adjusted the candle so he might see her more clearly. “In truth, I’d been thinking about how much trouble we’d have been spared if the lot of us had followed you and Wickham when you eloped.”

Lydia thought back to the frantic, exciting days when she’d been spirited away by the dashing soldier. The days before she learned he had no intention of actually marrying her, as she lacked a great fortune.

“What makes you think I’d have listened to you?” she asked, trying to sound like the gay girl she’d been.

Carter came to stand in front of her. “What makes you think you’d have been given the opportunity to resist?”

He took Lydia’s nipple between his fingers. “Spread your legs, Miss Bennet.”

“But, Papa—”

“Now, Lydia. We’ve George Wickham restrained in the inn’s kitchen. He’ll be brought up on charges of abduction and flogged before the regiment. Are you grateful to your saviors?”

She looked around at her three lovers. Denny’s face betrayed the amused smile he always wore when they were playing a game. And what a game it was; she suspected she’d like this one.

“So very grateful. But don’t you think you should return me to my family?” she asked.

Carter drew her closer, the pinch making her insides clench as well. “We’ll return you, have no fear of that.”

“You’re very kind, sir.”

“Not until we’ve filled you to the brim with our spend and left you in a breeding state,” he said.

“Captain Carter!” she exclaimed, reverting to his title at the time of her marriage.

“Come to the edge of the bed. And open for me.”

Chamberlayne watched them above Denny’s shoulder, his hand glancing over their friend’s piece. The air was chill in the inn; the fire had been banked early. But Lydia ran hot under the watchful eyes of her officers.

She shuffled up and opened her thighs before thinking better and pinning her legs together. “But Carter, I—”

He wrenched her knees apart and stepped forward, his cock in hand. She loved this part, getting to pretend she was being forced. If only they were in Denny’s country house already so she might yell and thrash and make it that much more fun!

“Careful now, Carter, she’s likely only just lost her virginity to Wickham,” warned Denny.

The major touched her between the legs, feeling the place he knew so well. He withdrew his fingers and tasted them. “Blood. Poor thing. We’ll need to be gentle with her.”

Carter was certainly enjoying their playacting!

“Or you could return me to my loving family,” she bargained.

“Is that what you want, m’ girl?” asked Chamberlayne, his voice full of doubt. “Because you’re thrusting your bubbies out at Carter and spreading for him like a slut.”

Lydia tried to look ashamed.

“Don’t take that as criticism,” he continued. “You’ve got me harder than an anvil, and I think I might die if I don’t get a turn on you.”

“We’ll deposit you at Longbourn,” promised Carter, his cock in his fist. “Just as soon as we’ve deposited something to make your belly swell.”

Denny leaned back against Chamberlayne, who was working himself from base to tip now. “Is it cuckolding if Wickham didn’t marry her? I find I’d very much like to cuckold George Wickham.”