Desired by the Duke (Completed)

Chapter 7. 1813 

Whitleys, one of the most exclusive clubs in all of London for gentlemen and ladies of high noble rank, was buzzing with activity. Vampire hybrids had come to enjoy themselves for the night. The white and turquoise building was located on Saint James Street.

Sitting at one of the tables near the window, Julian absentmindedly circled his index finger around his wine glass. He wasn't one for going to Gentlemens clubs very often, but his friends had persuaded him to go for a few hours. He did, however, enjoy going to balls and dinners whenever the occasion permitted.

Taking a sip from his glass of blood wine, Julian turned his attention to the group of gentleman making their way toward him. He smiled at his dearest friends, knowing that they could cheer him up whenever he was down. "Good evening gentlemen. I was wondering if I would have to sit here alone all night."

Vincent Wesley, the Marquis of Liverpool, smiled brightly and plopped down next to him. "Not a chance Monroe! Do you honestly believe I would let you sit here alone?"

Julian chuckled. "I don't believe you would."

Lord Nicholas Tilson, the Duke of Wellington, gave Julian a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. "I wouldn't let you sit alone for a moment. However, I do believe Belmont would."

Lord Frederick Belmont, the Duke of Westminster, rolled his eyes. "You would be mistaken Wellington. I wouldn't leave the Duke of York alone for a moment."

Julian chuckled at his fellow gentleman. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such wonderful friends like them. "Are your wives not coming with you?"

Nicolas. "Elizabeth cannot, unfortunately. James has a fever and she is worried sick. I am hoping it disappears by tomorrow."

Vincent. "Genevieve is due any day for our first child, I'm worried beyond my wits."

Frederick. "Mary is busy with Charles and Lillian."

Julian would never admit it out loud, but he was a bit envious of his fellow gentleman. They had wives and children, and he didn't. Taking another sip from his glass, he sat back against his dark brown plush velvet chair and folded his arms across his chest. "Sadly, I am still searching for my wife."

Nicolas. "Don't fret Julian, you will find her."

Vincent. "If I can speak plainly Monroe, I don't believe Penelope was the right fit for you."

Frederick. "Wasn't she a witch?"

Julian. "Yes, Penelope was a pure blood witch. I thought we were compatible together, but it was evident we were not.

Nicholas ordered himself a glass of blood wine. "I am assuming you are searching for a hybrid?"

Julian nodded. "Yes. Unfortunately, I have not come across anyone who peaks my fancy."

Frederick. "It took me nearly 6 months to find Mary."

Nicolas. "Elizabeth and I met three months into her season."

Vincent. "Genevieve and I met the first night of her season."

Julian massaged his temples. "That's my problem. As much as I adore going to balls and gatherings, I don't want to meet my future Duchess there like everyone else."

Nicolas. "Then where do you want to meet her?"

Julian gazed at Nicholas, and then at Frederick. The two of them were cousins, their mothers being sisters. Then he glanced at Vincent, shaking his head. "I am not sure."

Frederick. "You will find her, we know it."

Julian was about to reply, but then became distracted by the sound of loud laughter coming from behind him. Listening intently, he heard the conversation that was taking place at the table behind his own.

George. "Can the two of you believe her? Scared as hell whenever we walk into that room. Makes her even more appealing."

Michael. "I adore it when she is completely at my mercy. Those nipples of hers have become red and swollen with each of my bites."

Nikolai. "That little mouth of hers has sucked my cock so many times that I have lost count. And that back side of hers, I could fuck it all night."

Michael. "If I had her as my mistress, I would keep her tied up to my bed for hours with no escape. She would be at my complete control."

Nikolai. "How many times have you fucked her pussy?"

Michael burst out laughing. "So many times that I have lost count."

Julian turned to look at the three men, his nostrils flaring. "Who the hell are you speaking of so vulgarly?"

Nikolai Michael and George turned to look at the Duke of York, their faces turning to expressions of surprise. They hadn't realized someone was listening to their conversation. They had been caught.

Julian growled viciously. "Speak up."

Nikolai smiled deviously. "If you would like to know your grace, we are speaking of a young whore that we have all had our way with."

Julian felt his insides crawl with discussed. All three of these bastards had done some sort of sexual act with a young woman. "Who is she?"

Michael. "Her name is Briella Weston."

Julian. "Where can I find her?"

George. "You may find her at Ruby Hall."

Julian felt his stomach drop. Ruby Hall, the most notorious and dangerous brothel London had to offer. "That young lady is there?"

Nikolai. "Yes, she certainly is. If you would like, you may go there with us this evening. We are headed there now."

Julian glanced at his companions. "I am sorry to leave you gentlemen, but I believe this young lady at Ruby Hall needs my rescue."

Vincent. "Then go to her Monroe."

Nicolas. "We can meet here tomorrow for tea and discuss what happened."

Julian nodded before turning his attention back to Nikolai Michael and George. "Take me to her."