by Nina Levine
Lila is so lost in whatever she’s doing on her phone that she doesn’t hear me walk up behind her.
“It’s not safe for you to be wandering the gardens at night alone,” I warn her. She jumps at my voice but doesn’t make a sound.
Lila turns around slowly.
My eyes run over her svelte body. This girl is sexy without even trying. She’s au naturel compared to the barbies inside. She slides her phone back into her clutch and folds her arms in front of her.
“Am I not safe with you?” She raises a brow in defiance.
Well, damn. I was not expecting her to flirt with me straight off the cuff.
“Probably not.” I give her a knowing grin.
“And yet, the prince trusts you,” she states, tilting her head to the side as her blue eyes rake over me, blatantly checking me out. My cheeks feel like they’re on fire—I’m not used to the attention.
“He wouldn’t like the thoughts going through my mind at this moment,” I confess.
“Really?” She takes a step toward me.
“Does the prince not like to share?”
Her question catches me off guard.
Who the hell is this woman?
“You’re not like the other princesses, are you?”
She shakes her head. “Probably to my detriment.” She shrugs her shoulders as if resigned to the fact that she’s different.
“Why do you say that?” Intrigued, I want to know more.
Lila steps closer, moving into my personal space. “Because I should be inside flirting with the prince like all the other good little princesses, but instead…” her hand reaches out, and a nail runs down my chest, “… I’m out here flirting with his guard.”
“Are you saying you’re a naughty little princess?” Raising a questioning brow at her, I wait for her answer.
“What do you think?” She bites her bottom lip, and that small movement has my dick throbbing inside my pants.
“I think you might be a tease.”
“I probably am.” She shrugs and gives me a knowing smile. “I better get back inside for the party.” Lila lets out a heavy sigh. “And put on a dazzling smile.” She grits her teeth and raises her lip.
“Are you not interested in the prince?” I question.
“I don’t know him,” she tells me.
“But from what you see?” I push a little further.
“The man is gorgeous.” She rolls her eyes, which makes me smile. “But he looks as enthusiastic about tonight as I do.”
Wow. How did she notice?
“What makes you say that?”
“The way his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.” She shrugs. “He’s in a situation he has no control over. And believe me, I understand what that feels like.” Lila looks out into the darkness. “One moment, you think you’re finally free, but then family and duty calls, controlling you once again.”
Okay. That’s precisely how Auggie has been feeling about picking a bride.
“So, you’re here out of duty?”
“Of course. Just like all the other women in that ballroom. Most are after the power, the money, the title,” she explains.
“I need only the dowery to help my family.” She looks me up and down. “Which I’m sure you’re well aware of.”
Not going to deny that.
“I’m aware,” I reply. “But just so you know… there’s a heap of others in the same position.”
“That may be so, but none of them are here standing in the dark with the prince’s guard instead of the prince.” Lila sidesteps me and begins to walk away, but my hand reaches out to stop her. She looks down where our skin touches. The heat and electricity pulsing between us are difficult to ignore.
“Don’t go,” I assert.
“I want to stay, but I can’t.” Her face falls, and she closes and opens her eyes with a small sigh.
“If I made it worth your while, would you stay?” Giving her a heated stare, she bites her bottom lip as she mulls over my question.
“If I stay…” her blue eyes blink at me, “… I’m staying because I want you. Not because I’m trying to get in with the prince.” Shit. Her honesty makes me hard. “I mean it, Greyson,” she says my name. “I’m not one of those girls.”
“I know.”
“But do you? You hardly know me,” she implores.
“And yet here I am thinking about all the things I shouldn’t be thinking about with my best friend’s potential bride-to-be.” I tug on her arm, and she quickly falls into my chest with her hands spread out against the material.
“Are you going to tell him?” she asks.
“Once he’s made his choice, I will.”
“I’m assuming by that comment it’s not me.” She raises a brow.
“You are high on the list.” My comment surprises her before her eyes fall to my lips.
“One night only if he picks me,” she tells me.
“Of course, and if he doesn’t?” I ask.
“I’m going to need some cheering up.” A small smile falls across her lips. “I think your face between my legs might help.”
Fuck. I groan at her dirty words.
“I think that can be arranged.” As I pull her tightly against my chest, she lets out a giggle. “I’m going to need you to be quiet if you can. We don’t want to pull any attention to ourselves.”
“I can be as quiet as you want me to be.” Her voice is husky as her tongue runs along my ear.
This woman is a temptress.
My hand grabs the back of her head, and I pull her lips to mine. She comes willingly. Our kiss is the match that lights the tinder box as we devour each other. The buildup of electricity between us explodes through my body. I pick her up and walk a couple of steps toward the brick wall, where I press her against the cold bricks. Her hands shuck off my jacket as it falls onto the dew-covered grass. Her leg is wrapped around my hip, exposing the slit in her dress.
It’s perfect for a secret rendezvous in the gardens.
Is that why she chose it?
“I bet if my finger sunk into you right now, you would be dripping wet.”
“Go ahead and find out.” She bites my ear lobe, which elicits a moan as my hand slides over her hips, my fingers digging into her ass before dipping underneath her dress.
My eyes widen in surprise. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” She shakes her head, looking very smug with herself. My fingers slide through her folds, which makes her head fall back against the bricks. Her eyes close as I sink a finger inside of her, which elicits a moan.
Slowly, my finger moves in and out as she hums with pleasure.
My dick is beyond hard. I’ve completely forgotten that Auggie’s in the bushes watching all of this. His dick would be straining against his pants as he watches on, which only makes my dick throb harder. I sink another finger into her, which she takes easily. Her chest pushes out as she happily rides my fingers.
“More.” She gasps as my thumb finds her clit.
“I’ll give you more, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” As I pull my fingers from her delicious pussy, Lila pouts. I suck her wetness off my fingers, which makes her grin. “You taste delicious. Now, I need more.” Sinking to my knees in front of her, I lift her leg over my shoulder and dive between her legs.
Long fingernails dig into my scalp as my tongue runs along her slit. God, she tastes like sunshine and hope. Hope that Auggie and I might have something more than with any of the other princesses here.
“How does she taste, Grey?” Auggie steps out of the shadows as I begin to feast on Lila’s cunt.
6
Lila
“How does she taste, Grey?”
I almost have a heart attack as the prince steps from the shadows.
Goddamn! How long has he been there? Shit. I’ve been caught getting eaten out by his guard. Don’t think I’m going to be his bride now. When I open my eyes, I’m surprised to see heat swirling in his ice-blue eyes as he watches his guard co
ntinue to work magic on my pussy.
Greyson doesn’t stop what he’s doing.
It’s as if…
… as if they have done this before.
Turning my head, I focus on the prince. His eyes have fallen to where Greyson is hidden under my dress. My heart is thundering in my chest as I let go of Greyson’s hair and pull the material of my dress to the side, exposing myself to the prince.
The prince’s eyes widen at my gesture as they move from Greyson to myself. He tilts his head as if I’m a puzzle he’s trying to solve.
Greyson doesn’t stop his magic tongue as my legs become more like Jell-O.
The prince moves around and stands to the side of Greyson but is facing me. Greyson must sense the prince is there and stops what he’s doing. He moves his head from between my thighs and looks up at the prince. My wetness glistens on his chin in the moonlight.
I feel exposed at this moment but also incredibly turned on.
The prince looks like he’s inspecting my pussy. Maybe he is? Perhaps he sends his guard out to test run the women to make sure they’re good enough—my stomach sinks at the realization that I may have been used.
“Hey…”
The prince catches the change in me. “You have no idea how happy you have made me tonight.” My eyes widen at the comment—I’ve made him happy. How by messing around with his guard? Did I just make the choice easier for him?
I try and move my leg, but Greyson has it held tightly.
“Grey, show me how nice she tastes,” the prince commands his guard.
Greyson stands, and before I know it, the prince has his hand wrapped around his neck and is pulling him into a heated kiss.
Holy hell, that’s hot.
“She tastes… perfect.”
The prince grins and turns his attention back to me. Then the next thing I know, the prince is dropping to his knees before me. “May I taste now?” he asks.
Wow. I nod my head slowly, a little confused over everything that’s happening at the moment. He taps his shoulder to indicate I should place my leg over it, and I do so. He runs his nose against my slit, which makes my eyes close, and then I feel the first sweep of his tongue against my slit.
Holy hell. The prince is eating me out.
How in the hell is this happening?
Oh, God, he’s good. So damn good.
Greyson moves to me now. His thick fingers take the thin strap of my dress and slide it over my shoulder, exposing my breast. The cold night air puckers my nipple as the breeze blows over it. Greyson then bends and takes it into his mouth. His tongue rolls around the outside of my nipple before his teeth bite down sharply against the sensitive skin just as the prince sucks hard on my clit.
Stars begin to take shape in front of me.
The stimulation is all too much.
Especially when the prince adds a finger inside of me.
Greyson’s hand plucks my other nipple, and I cascade over the edge as I try and hold in my orgasm, but in reality, I want to scream it out for the entire garden to hear.
Slowly Greyson stops what he’s doing to my nipples, and the prince removes himself from underneath my dress. He stands and offers his wet finger to Greyson, who sucks it into his mouth.
This is like watching live porn.
I bite my lip while the sensual act is playing out in front of me.
Then Greyson moves forward and licks my wetness off of the prince’s face. Seriously, I could come again if they keep that up. Then they both turn to me. The heat is radiating off them both.
Stepping forward, feeling confident, I reach out and rub my hand along the straining material of the prince’s tuxedo, and I do the same to Greyson. Then, I raise a brow at both of them.
“Are you offering something, sweetheart?” Greyson asks.
“I’m offering to reciprocate. Yes.” Looking between them, the is need building as sexual tensions swirl around us. Then someone’s cell phone buzzes in their pocket.
Greyson digs into his back pocket and pulls it out, then he glances at the screen.
“Shit, it’s the king.”
Augustine groans upon hearing his father’s name. The prince looks down at me. He reaches out and places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet.” He grins.
A delicious shiver slides over my body. Then he encourages me to stand, which I do. His hand cups my cheek as he bends down and kisses me ever so gently. His lips are soft and plump with the tiniest sweep of his tongue against mine before he pulls away again.
“I want you, Lila,” the prince tells me.
I bite my bottom lip a little confused because I want him to, but I also want Greyson. My eyes look over at his guard. “Problem is, I want him, too.”
The prince grins.
Greyson smiles at him, then at me.
“Do you think you could handle both of us, Lila?” the prince asks.
As in they like to share? A frown falls across my face because I’m slightly confused by what he is asking.
“Greyson and I are a package deal. Just so you know,” the prince advises me. “If you become mine, you will be his, too.”
Looking over at Greyson, he nods his head.
“I get the both of you?” I can’t help but clarifying what he’s saying.
“Yes,” the prince answers.
“But only together or separately?” I’m wondering what kind of arrangement this might be.
“I think a little of both. Depending on who’s around.” The prince grins.
“So, you two would be together without me?” Moving my finger between them both, I am still trying to clarify what the prince is telling me.
“Yes,” Greyson answers.
“I’ve loved Greyson my entire adult life,” the prince confesses. He looks adoringly at Greyson as he reaches out his hand, and they entwine with each other. I can see the love that resonates between them. It’s unmistakable. Blatantly obvious, now I am with them both.
“But as you know, as a ruler, you must produce an heir.”
My mouth forms a perfect ‘O.’
“And we both like women, too,” Greyson adds, which makes the prince chuckle.
Okay, well, that’s good, I think.
“Does that mean I’m not allowed to sleep with other people?” They both still at my question. “I mean… I’m coming into an already established couple. The two of you are in love. And no offense to either of you, I’m not in love with either one of you. What happens if you want to spend more time together and only occasionally fuck me? Do I have to be satisfied with whatever crumbs the two of you give me?”
“Um, well… I hadn’t really thought that far ahead,” the prince states.
“You thought that the person you would choose would simply put up with your relationship, and they would be satisfied by being a queen?” I question them.
“To be fair, the women we’ve been looking at are more interested in the crown than his crown.” Greyson chuckles.
“But you’re not like them, are you, Lila?” the prince questions.
“I think you know my answer to that already. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be contemplating me being your queen.”
They both nod their heads in agreement.
“If you agree to our arrangement…” the prince starts, “… then there’s a place we are members of that may interest you.” The prince looks over at Greyson, who grins. “But… I cannot tell you about it until my ring is on your finger. You’re going to have to trust me on this.”
“Okay,” I agree because, quite simply, they have piqued my curiosity to an all-time high. “And you can trust me with your secret. Even if you decide on another,” I declare because trust goes both ways.
They both look at each other again.
“Oh no, princess. You are the one. I never thought we would find someone as perfect as you at this stupid ball. But somehow we have.” The prince’s smile lights up his fa
ce.
“You better go and tell your father your decision,” Greyson reminds the prince.
“Yes, right. Okay.” The prince appears a little nervous. He leans over and kisses me and then does the same to Greyson.
He turns to me and asks, “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Giving him a reassuring smile, I continue, “I’m up for the adventure.”
The prince grins, then he gives us one last wave and disappears into the night.
“Are you sure, Lila?” Greyson asks. “Because you’ve just agreed to build a life with him… with us.” I can see the concern on his face.
“I was never going to be marrying for love. If my sisters and I didn’t match with the prince, then we would be sold off to the highest bidder to pay for my father’s debt.”
“What?” Greyson raises his voice.
“I’m sure it’s all in our folios. You know we have huge debt thanks to my father. We have to pay back my father’s creditors in some way,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “So, if I’m being perfectly honest here, I would rather you and the prince over whoever buys women to clear a debt.”
“I’m sorry, Lila.” Greyson reaches out and pulls me to him. “I promise you that Auggie and I will give you the best life we possibly can.”
Tears well in my eyes at his kind words as I bury myself into his hard chest.
7
Augustine
“Where the hell have you been?” my father whisper-yells under his breath at me.
“I’ve found her, Father.” His eyes widen with surprise at my statement. “I needed a moment to clear my head in the garden to be sure.”
“Really, son?” he questions me. “You’ve found someone to be your queen?”
“Oh, Auggie, did I just hear correctly?” my mother interrupts our conversation. She kisses my cheeks.
“I have, Mother, and she’s perfect.”
My parents smile back at me.
“May I ask who has caught your attention?” My father looks out into the packed ballroom as if my bride-to-be will magically appear right here, right now, in front of him.
