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does not like using the same mug twice.”
    How he had changed. Christiana remembered him dripping with sweat from archery practice, scooping water from a muddy stream to quench his thirst.
    Maud added a bottle of wine to the tray. “What is your name?” she asked in an unfriendly tone.
    Reluctantly, Christiana responded.
    “That is a mouthful. I think I will just call you 'wench',” Maud said with a wicked grin. The girl was passably pretty, as long as one could overlook the obvious streak of evil in her.
    “You may call me what you like,” Christiana said, “but I will only answer to my name.” She turned to walk toward Beckett's bedchamber. The twists and turns of the castle passageways were still clearly mapped in her mind.
    Her throat tightened as she recalled hiding all day with Beckett in one of his secret places after he'd received a hideous lashing for accidentally setting fire to the tithe barn.
    Colin had been an accomplice in the calamity, but only Beckett confessed to the crime, and so only he paid—with the skin on his back.
    “And you needn't knock. My lord will not be in his room yet,” Maud called after her.
    Why charming Maud had not delivered the tray herself, Christiana did not know.
    Apparently, since she was the newest servant, she was going to be expected to do a lot of extra chores.
    It took some maneuvering to open the massive door while keeping the ale upright on the tray. The warm glow of candles illuminated the vast room. How strange that the candles had been lit in an empty room. Christiana heard faint moaning coming from the direction of the bed. After setting down her load, she took hold of a candlestick.
    Nearly dropping her light, she stood frozen to the spot. The bed hangings had been drawn open. Lord Beckett faced the bed. His long fingers were probing deeply between the widely spread legs of a copper-haired women. Another woman was on her hands and knees as Beckett pushed into her from behind.
    “'Tisn't fair for Alice to get all the attention,” the redhead whined. Quickly she climbed atop the brunette, duplicating the position of the woman beneath her, her bottom thrust out in the same manner. She rested her face on the other woman's head as her hands wrapped around the woman's breasts. She began tugging on the brunette's nipples.
    Their long hair overlapped, red flowing on top of brunette.
    Beckett did not seem to find the situation surprising. Instead, his hands clamped on the rounded buttocks of the woman riding atop, and he withdrew his shaft from the first woman. Rocking onto the balls of his feet, he lifted his body, the muscles in his thighs contracting, and accommodated the squirming, eager bottom of the other woman. She responded with a scream of delight as he drove into her pussy.
    Christiana was mortified and enthralled all at once. As always, he mesmerized her.
    Beckett was the biggest man she had ever known. The muscles of his massive shoulders and arms had been gained through the mastery of weapons. Endless practice with lance, sword, and longbow had built a fearsome physique. And now, she could see that he was of tremendous size everywhere. He pleasured both women with his long, thick, endless strokes. They wriggled with ecstasy against his skillful assault.
    Still held thunderstruck, Christiana did not notice that someone else had entered the room until the woman glided up behind Beckett. The woman swung her heavy braid over her shoulder and smiled slyly in Christiana's direction. Maud. The serving girl put her hand between his legs and cupped the heavy sacs. He did not startle. His thumb was now servicing the woman on the top while he concentrated his rapidly increasing thrusts on the brunette.
    Maud ran the fingers of her free hand in an arc just above his shoulder blades, sweeping his sleek, black hair to one side, exposing the startling, inked etching at the base of his neck. Squinting to get a better view of the symbol, Christiana could make out little but