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by Parker Grey


  He eases in, slowly but firmly, and I close my eyes, biting my lip. It feels so strange, right on the edge of pain, and I can’t help but think this will never work, he’s too big, he’s way too big to fit there —

  But then, just as I’m about to whimper and move away and tell him I can’t possibly the head of his cock pops through my tight ring of muscle and it doesn’t hurt any more.

  He pauses. I breathe, and Kieran strokes my body in long strokes, from hip to torso, squeezing my nipples. He doesn’t move, and I can feel myself flex and clench, my body wanting more of him.

  “Such a good girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “Fitting my cock into your ass on the first try. You like the way it feels when I stretch you out?”

  I arch my back, flexing backward, my hand on his hip again. A little more of Kieran slides into me and I swear sparks explode all around my vision.

  “More,” I gasp, my knee still slung over Beckett’s hips, sandwiched between my two lovers. “God, more, please.”

  He gives it to me. He goes slow, fucking my ass bit by bit, every centimeter of him opening new sensations. Beckett keeps rubbing my clit, sliding his fingers down to caress my empty pussy as I writhe and moan.

  I’m a mess. I’m half begging this man to fuck me harder, make me come, and I’m half whimpering, moaning, barely able to form words.

  Finally, he’s all the way in, cock buried up to the hilt. The edges of my vision are white with pleasure, and Beckett slides his hand to my pussy, his fingers teasing at my lips.

  “Please,” I whimper, the only word I can form right now.

  He rubs my entrance one more time, then pushes two fingers in. I can feel the force he has to use to get even that inside me, my back hole stuffed completely full, but the sensation makes me grab the front of his shirt so hard I nearly rip it.

  Then they both fuck me. Beckett crooks his fingers and strokes my inner wall as Kieran fucks my ass, and it’s totally different than anything else I’ve ever done.

  I’m coming in seconds. I’m coming so hard I think I might have broken reality, and as I listen to someone scream their names for half a second I wonder if I’m still in my coma, if this is some sort of dream.

  I break. I shatter. I sob with my release, not sure if I’m even human any more, but then they stop. I don’t even speak, just breathe, but Beckett gets off the bed, shedding his clothes quickly, his massive cock pointing skyward and dripping.

  With one quick motion, Kieran rolls onto his back, still deep inside me. I squeal, but then I’m sitting astride him, kneeling over him, his cock shifting inside me until I moan, my own hands finding my clit and nipples.

  I watch Beckett, my hips bucking as I start to ride Kieran with my ass. I can’t help it, can’t help touching myself, even as Beckett comes back, kneels in front of me, kissing me viciously.

  He doesn’t say anything, but I grab his cock, near-delirious with pleasure, and he rubs my clit and pussy again, my juices running down over Kieran’s cock, still in my ass.

  “Lean back,” Beckett whispers, and I obey, Kieran’s arms taking me in.

  Beckett’s breathing hitches in his chest as he slides his cock along my belly, to my mound, past my clit, against my entrance.

  There’s absolutely no room, Kieran’s massive cock stretching me out, and I think to myself there’s no possible way Beckett can fuck me too.

  But then he thrusts, lightly, practically wedging himself inside and I feel the head of his cock pop into my entrance. Kieran and I both groan, Beckett grabbing my shoulder, breath coming in quick pants.

  “Fuck, Princess, I might just come inside you right now,” he moans. “God, it feels fucking perfect when you’re already stuffed full.”

  He enters me slowly, pushing his thick length into me, grinding up against every nerve and pleasure center in my pussy until at last, somehow, they’re both completely hilted inside me.

  Kieran’s got one arm around me, leaning against the headboard as I sit on his cock, caressing both nipples, nibbling at my ear.

  “You’ve finally got us both,” he whispers. “You like it, Princess?”

  “I love it,” I breathe.

  “I love you,” Kieran says, his lips brushing my ear. “And I love that you’re our dirty princess.”

  His hand drifts down to my clit, and he starts rubbing me, slowly.

  “I love you, too,” Beckett says, and he starts to move. “And I love how much you like being shared.”

  I can’t answer, because they both start moving together, fucking me in sync, and I can’t possibly form words. All I can do is moan, whimper, pant for breath.

  And come. I can barely do anything but come, almost instantly as they both start moving, but I don’t stop. I come in wave after wave, shower after shower. I explode into sparks, dissolve into water, and just when I’m nearly certain I’m not even human any more, I come again.

  They fuck me slow, hard, deep, exactly the way I need it. I can hear myself babbling but I have no idea what I’m saying, I just know that I’m coming endlessly.

  Finally, Beckett whispers into my ear.

  “I’m gonna come inside you,” he growls, and then instantly, he does.

  A moment later Kieran explodes as well, both of them filling me at once, my body rocked between the power of their climaxes.

  I’m spread wide open to them, completely and utterly vulnerable, theirs in a way I can’t even begin to explain.

  But right now, in this moment, I’m more certain than ever that there will never be anyone else for me. There can’t be.

  And I know they feel exactly the same way.

  I collapse backward onto Kieran, and he wraps his arms around me. Beckett nuzzles his head against my shoulder, the sweat slowly trickling down my neck.

  “God, I do love you,” he whispers.

  I just stroke his head, perfectly content, warm, cozy, and safe between Kieran and Beckett. I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather be, and I know that no matter what, I’m theirs.

  Whatever my parents say. Whatever my father says, it doesn’t matter. If we have to, we’ll elope.

  After a long time, they both slide out and we’re back on the bed. I’m on my side, facing Kieran this time, snuggled between them. He kisses me softly, tenderly, and Beckett strokes my hair.

  “Kieran, Beckett,” I say, finally managing to find words.

  “Hmm?” Kieran murmurs.

  “I love you too,” I say.

  They kiss me, warm and gentle, one after the other, and then we all fall asleep.

  Epilogue

  Bianca

  Two Months Later

  I pace across the room, inexplicably nervous even though everything is perfect. The flowers are perfect, my dress is perfect, the cake is perfect.

  Even the weather decided to cooperate for once, the sunlight streaming through my dressing room’s tall window.

  “Stop it,” Aurora says.

  She’s sitting along one wall, on a white couch, nursing her two-month-old daughter.

  “You got your father to agree to this, and that was the hardest part,” she points out. “Everything now will be smooth sailing.”

  I sigh, because I know she’s right. Even getting my dad to let me marry two men at once wasn’t nearly as difficult as I was afraid it would be — after my near-death scare, I think he’d have said yes to nearly anything I asked.

  “But everyone’s going to disapprove,” I say, stomach roiling. I’m nauseous again, but I ignore the sensation.

  Aurora’s looking down, stroking the baby’s cheek as she nurses.

  “They’re all going to be whispering, you know, whose child is it, what do they do at night, how can they possibly both be her husband...”

  “And?” Aurora asks.

  “And... I don’t want people to talk about me?”

  Aurora smiles, shifting in her seat. Her daughter’s hand splays against her chest, and she takes it in her own.

  “You know they’re alread
y talking, right? And they’re saying all those things, and it’s every bit as gross and salacious as you’re afraid it is,” she says.

  I flush bright red. I can’t imagine the lords and ladies of the kingdom talking about what Kieran, Beckett, and I do in bed.

  “And worse, from what you’ve told me, they’re right,” she teases. “You saucy little minx, you.”

  “I—”

  She waves one hand in the air, laughing.

  “You know I’m all for it,” she says. “Get it, girl. But they’re already talking, so you may as well marry the loves of your life, sweetheart.”

  Her daughter detaches from her breast, waves her arms, starts looking around.

  “Done?” Aurora asks softly, reattaching her nursing bra and pulling her dress back up.

  I sigh.

  “I know you’re right,” I say, my hand unconsciously going to my own belly. “I’m just nervous is all.”

  “Everyone gets nervous,” Aurora assures me. “I was nervous, Ella says she was nervous. It’s a huge day. Don’t let it get to you.”

  There’s a knock on the door, and I quickly double-check that Aurora’s decent before shouting, “Come in!”

  It opens. Kieran and Beckett walk in. I frown.

  “You’re not supposed to be here!” I say, crossing my arms. “I thought we agreed that you weren’t going to see me before the ceremony today—”

  Quietly, Aurora stands, her daughter in her arms.

  “We couldn’t help ourselves,” Beckett grins.

  “It’s bad luck,” I insist.

  “I bet we can make it up to you,” Kieran says, raising one eyebrow.

  “I’ve gotta go, um, do some stuff that’s not in this room,” Aurora says, and breezes out the door, shutting it firmly behind herself.

  “Don’t mess up my dress,” I say, acquiescing. “Or my hair, that took someone hours.”

  Kieran grins, his face wolfish, as Beckett moves around behind me.

  “We would never,” he whispers. “We just wanted to come remind you that we’ve got a surprise in store for you tonight.”

  I bite my lip, whole body flushing. I’ve got no idea what it is, but they’ve been teasing me for a week, and every time I get wet as a waterfall.

  “If you get bored during the hour-long ceremony, just imagine the possibilities,” Beckett says into my ear. “We want you to think about it all day, Princess.”

  “That’s all,” Kieran smiles.

  “You just wanted to come torture me?” I tease.

  “We just wanted to come say hello,” Kieran says.

  Beckett puts his hand on my lower belly, protectively.

  “To both of you,” he says.

  I swallow, putting my own hand over his.

  Tell them, I think.

  But you’re not even sure.

  Yes, you are. Tell them anyway.

  “The three of us, actually,” I whisper.

  Kieran frowns for a moment, but then his face lights up.

  “You mean...”

  “It’s twins,” I say. “A boy and a girl.”

  Beckett squeezes my belly just a little harder, wrapping his other arm around me.

  “How do you know?”

  I shake my head.

  “I just do,” I say.

  He kisses the side of my neck.

  “I love you,” he murmurs, then pats my belly. “And I love you two.”

  Kieran kisses my forehead silently, but I know he means the same thing.

  “We love you back,” I say.

  We stay like that for a long time, standing in the sunlight.

  Our own little family.

  I don’t even know her name, but I swear I’ll find her and claim her as mine.

  Ten seconds.

  That’s how long it took for me to decide that this early-morning diner waitress was going to be the next lucky girl to hop onto my princely d*ck. Yeah, I was hungover as f*ck and still wearing last night’s tuxedo, but that’s never exactly been a problem.

  Most of the time I don’t even have to ask. His Royal Hardness has a reputation that precedes the rest of me, though not by much -- and girls from all over the kingdom and just dying for a ride.

  Not her.

  This girl runs away, and I’m left standing there like an *sshole. Now all I’ve got is the memory of her perfect body, luscious lips, and devious smile -- but not her name.

  To make matters worse, my father is insisting that I settle down and stop embarrassing him, so he issues an ultimatum: find a wife, or else.

  I know exactly who I want.

  But first I have to find her.

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  “I’ve never had an orgasm, okay?”

  It’s the last thing I thought I’d hear from my best friend’s little sister. Princess Aurora is sweet, innocent, untouched, and totally pure - I never thought I’d hear her say the word orgasm at all.

  Now that I have, I can’t think about anything else. I’ve had dozens of women, but every time I close my eyes I imagine what Aurora would look like underneath me, biting her lip and gasping with pleasure.

  What she’d look like naked, face flushed with pleasure.

  What she’d look like as she screamed my name, nails dragging down my back.

  Her older brother is my best friend. If he found me sneaking around with his little sister, he’d kill me - maybe literally. We can’t get caught... but she’s a drug, an addiction, and I can’t stay away.

  There’s a story that Aurora was cursed by a witch when she was a baby - that she’d prick her finger and fall asleep, but I can tell you that’s not gonna happen.

  Instead, my prick is gonna wake her up.

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  I’m hard on my students.

  All semester, Melody has been sitting quietly in the back of my class - a straight-A student with a perfect 4.0 GPA. A nice, polite, well-behaved, good girl.

  The kind of girl I want to see on her knees in front of me, begging with her big, wide eyes. Even though touching her could get me fired and barred from teaching college ever again.

  But when she asks me to be her thesis advisor, I say yes, and soon sweet, almost-innocent Melody is in my office, her ripe curves and pouty lips practically begging me to take her.

  Dominate her. Claim her. Make this straight-A student my dirty girl.

  It’s just an innocent crush…

  I know it’s a total cliche to have a crush on your teacher, but I can’t help it - he’s ruggedly handsome, incredibly smart, totally in control…

  …and even from the back row I can see the monster in his pants.

  I know I shouldn’t be paying these dangerous games with him. If we get caught, the consequences would be total disaster — but every time he growls my name, I practically lose my mind.

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  Chapter One

  Katarina

  I stand in front of the massive doors to the throne room and swallow, nervously staring up at the ornate, carved wood. They’re from the 12th century, and they show the legendary King Torgud slaying a dragon.

  At least I’m not a dragon, I think.

  “His Majesty said you’re to enter at your leisure, princess,” the guard standing by the door says.

  “Thank you, Lorenzo,” I say, but it doesn’t make me less nervous.

  My father, King Edward IV of Tomassia, isn’t in the habit of asking to speak with me privately in the throne room unless he’s got something big to te
ll me. Or, worse, I’ve done something he’s unhappy about.

  I take a deep breath and push the door open with a long, slow creak that echoes through the huge chamber. At the far end, up on the dais, are my mother and father, both seated on their thrones. Behind them are three smaller thrones — one each for me and my two younger sisters.

  My parents aren’t wearing their crowns, but they’re both decked in their royal finest, as am I: my mother in a deep blue silk dress that skims her still-regal shoulders, my father in a military jacket with buttons down the front.

  I’m wearing a floor length emerald-green dress, also silk, my red hair pulled back into a complicated knot at the nape of my neck. It’s not what I usually wear, but today’s not just any day.

  “Katarina,” my father booms as I walk the length of the throne room.

  “Good morning, father, mother,” I answer. Our relationship isn’t necessarily always this formal, but being in full regalia in the throne room tends to bring out the formality.

  When I stop in front of them, I curtsy. My mother smiles.

  My father sighs.

  “Kat, I’m sorry for asking you here without telling you what this is all about,” he says, leaning over the arm of his throne. “But, frankly, this is very important and I didn’t want to have this discussion over breakfast.”

  Outside, the clouds suddenly break, and sunlight streams through the stained-glass windows positioned along the ceiling, lighting the whole throne room.

  “What is it?” I ask, though I have a feeling I already know.

  My parents look at each other, then back at me.

  “It’s time you were married,” he says.

  My stomach clenches, and I swallow hard. I had a feeling that’s what this was going to be about, but now that he’s said it, suddenly my palms are sweaty and my heart’s beating faster.

 

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