The King's Virgin Bride: A Royal Wedding Novella (Royal Weddings Book 1)

by Natalie Knight

  The penny drops.

  Sofie

  The bed sheets are cream-colored silk and Elijah Kennedy’s bare skin against them is a warm, sensual tan. If the sheets were any less expensive, or if Eli was any less fucking sexy, this might have looked cheap. The kind of thing that you’d see in a third-rate porno. Something aiming to be decadent and missing by several miles.

  But Eli is drop-dead gorgeous. His dark, thick hair is shiny and dense. His bright blue eyes are piercing—especially when he’s looking at me with them like that. Like he’s already imagined a dozen different ways he’s going to fuck me.

  I follow his manly chest hair down his ripped, muscled body, all the way to the happy trail that leads to his huge fucking cock. The way he’s stroking it—nice and slow, with intense intent—verifies. This is a man who knows exactly how he wants to fuck his woman. And he won’t be denied.

  And how fucking lucky am I? Because that woman is none other than me.

  The sheets are pretty gorgeous too, but they’re just part of the background. In reality, it’s Eli who makes the picture. For a second, I completely forget that there’s a camera on me.

  “Smile, gorgeous,” Oliver says, coming up behind me. “You’re on film.”

  He wraps my elbows in his big, thick fingers and pulls my arms back tight, thrusting my chest out in the process. It makes Eli lick his lips.

  I lick mine too. I can feel Oliver’s body against mine. He’s ditched his clothes. Now, we’re warmth against warmth. Skin on skin.

  I struggle gently against Oliver’s hold. It’s not like I even want to get away from him, but just that little bit of twisting tells me that I couldn’t even if I was thrashing with all my might.

  Oliver’s fucking strong. A scientist built like a prize fighter. Eli’s no different. The way his tongue slicks across his lips again at the sight of my gentle struggle tells me that even if I was to escape Oliver’s clutches, Eli would be on me in an instant.

  I close my eyes and imagine it for a second.

  Trying to get away. Being pinned down. Forced to do whatever dirty, terrible things they want to use my body for, and all caught perfectly on film. They’ll watch it after, while I sleep, exhausted, on those gorgeous silk sheets.

  Maybe they’ll even get a shot of me like that. Passed out. Face down. Ass up. Dripping from both holes with the cum of the two men who’ve conquered me and made me their whore.

  I have to admit, even Good Sofie can see the appeal of that. Because she doesn’t want to admit that she can’t wait to be filled with two huge, stiff cocks while her conquerors capture it all on camera to watch over and over again. Good Sofie’s blushing all over, from her cheeks to her nipples to her clit, at so much as the thought.

  But she isn’t here tonight. Good Sofie got left on the floor of the limo with my dress.

  Tonight, I’m Bad Sofie, through and through. I don’t need Oliver and Eli to take me. I’m ready to give myself to them. More willingly than ever.

  The only question is…can I handle them both at once?

  “What do you two have planned for me?” I can’t help but ask.

  The answer is pretty fucking obvious: they want to capture what a fucking slut their cocks make me into on video.

  Maybe so they can tease Lucas with it tomorrow—actually, I fucking hope that they do. It would explain why he’s not here tonight.

  I don’t know why that, of all things, is making me so wet, but look—we’re solidly past the point of being able to explain my insane sex drive right now. Maybe it’s because I secretly hope that it will kill him, the thought of missing out on sharing my tight little body with his best friends.

  Maybe, I want him to fucking ache at the thought of other men having me when he wasn’t invited.

  Or maybe I need to stop thinking about the cock that’s not going to have me tonight, and focus up on the two that I’m dealing with in the moment, huh?

  What can I say? Bad Sofie is a dirty greedy bitch.

  Oliver hooks a forearm beneath my elbows, holding me with it while he moves my hair off my neck. Somehow, out of all the skin I’m exposing at the moment, that’s the bit that actually makes me blush being exposed. I’ve come to them completely naked, but it’s the feel of Oliver’s breath on my bare neck that makes me inhale sharply and flush with shyness.

  “You’ve been deeply discussed, Sofie,” Oliver admits.

  “Deeply,” Eli agrees with a wink. He’s stroking his cock harder now. Still slow, but more forcefully. Especially when Oliver’s hand grabs my hip.

  “Have I?” I swallow hard as he begins to stroke from my hip to my waist.

  “We fought over it, even.” Oliver laughs, pressing his lips against my neck. They’re warm, and his kiss is hard. I can feel his teeth beneath his lips. My cunt throbs at the thought of feeling those teeth on my skin next.

  “Dangerous thing,” Eli says, laughing as well. “You’re an instigator of an awful lot of possessive feelings, Sofie. We’ve shared women before, but…”

  I hold my breath as I feel Eli’s gaze travel all over my body. Up and down and back up again, lingering on my bare, smooth pussy and my big, perky tits.

  “You bring out our inner cavemen, sweetheart,” Oliver says, pulling me hard against him.

  Now, I’m watching Eli stroke his cock even harder and faster than before while I feel Oliver’s massive man meat pressing against my ass.

  “So we thought we’d call you here to settle this once and for all,” Eli says.

  “Just you, me and him,” Oliver adds.

  “A test, if you will.”

  “To see who you enjoy more.”

  “So we can stop beating the shit out of each other for it.”

  I bite my lip and let my gaze slide over Eli’s body again.

  That’s when I see it: the gentle greenish tinge of a light bruise on his ribs. Another just beneath one shoulder. When I turn my head and look at Oliver, I can just barely see a matching bruise on his side.

  Fuck. They’re not kidding. They actually have been beating each other up over me.

  “You boys should learn to play nice,” I say, pushing my lips out in a soft little pout.

  But even as I say it, I know my eyes are sparkling with glee. It’s naughty, I know—but like I said, Naughty Sofie is in the house tonight. And she fucking loves this.

  Two men, both incredibly sexy, both at peak physical condition. Dueling it out for access to my soft, curvaceous body in the way men have been fighting each other for women since the beginning of time. Exercising the full force of their massive, sexy muscles and manly ability to take and receive a punch.

  For me.

  Because they want me.

  Because they want to fuck me.

  And now, here they both are, hard and ready to prove to me once and for all which one of them is a better mate.

  This is awakening something totally foreign inside of me. Something primal and dark and deliciously turned on.

  They said that I bring out their inner cavemen, right? Good. Because this is awakening my inner cave woman, and my inner cave woman can’t wait to be fucked.

  “And the camera?” I ask, nodding to the high-end recording device they’ve mounted to document it all.

  “So we have documented evidence,” Oliver says with a laugh.

  “And so we can rub it in Lucas’ nose later,” Eli adds.

  God. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.

  “Okay,” I relent. “I’ll bite. Where do we start?”

  “Well,” Oliver says, pulling me hard against him again, this time with the addition of his hand over my throat. “I suppose you’ll just have to decide who you want to fuck first, hmm?”

  Well, shit.

  I can feel Oliver’s body behind me, hard and dominating and rough…but I also remember our time together out by his pool. His roughness is oddly sweet. He doesn’t use his strength to hurt me. He uses it to make me feel fucking good.

  If I close my eye
s, I can still feel the way his big, strong hands loosened up all of my tense muscles during that massage. And there’s no denying how badly I want his cock as it presses against me. Feeling it pressing on my skin is almost torture. I want to take it inside me and ride him until he explodes.

  That’s when I decide for sure: Oliver. I want to fuck Oliver first.

  But just as I open my mouth to announce my decision, I open my eyes and see Eli there on the bed. Eli with his muscles and his hairy chest and his battle wounds. He’s just so pretty that I hate to see him hurt, but manly enough that I love it even more.

  I might not be able to feel his cock, but I can see it. And I fucking like what I see. It makes my mouth water, just staring at his length. His thickness. How fucking hard he is for me, and the things he could do to my body with that hardness.

  I change my mind in an instant: Eli. I want to fuck Eli first.

  But then Oliver’s fingertips are at my breast, raising my skin into goose flesh at his touch. He trails his fingers to one nipple, plump and aching with want. Like a fucking bastard, he pinches it between his index finger and thumb, and I moan. Loudly. More loudly than I meant to.

  Oliver. I need Oliver to fuck me.

  But then Eli sits up a little bit on the bed. He looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and I can’t manage to tear myself away from them for so much as a single second. He bites his lip and tilts his head back ever so slightly. The manliest kind of come-hither look I’ve ever seen in my life.

  He looks like a king; after all, his family is pretty much American royalty. He’s a king, and I’m a concubine that he’s summoning forward to suck the royal balls and polish the royal scepter…

  Okay, fuck. Eli then. It has to be Eli.

  But then Oliver’s touch…

  But then Eli’s chest…

  But then Oliver’s cock…

  But then Eli’s dick…

  “Sofie,” Oliver whispers in my ear.

  “Sofie,” Eli beckons me forward.

  “Who do you want, sweetheart?”

  “Who’s it gonna be?”

  “Aah!” I cry out, falling forward a little.

  I’m lucky that Oliver is there to catch me. Eli even stiffens on the bed and jolts forward as a backup.

  “I…I can’t do it,” I sob. “It’s too much…I can’t choose!”

  “You’ve gotta, baby,” Oliver coos in my ear.

  “Shouldn’t be that hard,” Eli agrees.

  “Just give me first dibs,” Oliver urges.

  “Or give him sloppy seconds,” Eli says with a charming smile.

  I furrow my brow, pouting harder than I ever have in my life.

  “I can’t choose,” I say again, a little louder and more forcefully this time. “I can’t choose…and I won’t. You can’t make me. It’s too much and I’m not going to do it.”

  I see Eli share a glance with Oliver over my shoulder. I expected him to look a little annoyed, but instead, he looks amused.

  Like it’s funny to him that I’m being so fucking tortured right now.

  Ugh. What a prick.

  But such a gorgeous, massive prick…

  “What do you suggest then, Sofie?” Oliver asks, kissing my ear.

  “Hmm.” I consider it for a second. Then another second. Then another.

  These two men might have tricked me here. They might be teasing me for their amusement and enjoying watching the burden of choice tear me apart.

  But I’ve just realized that ultimately, I’m the bitch with all the power here. They could take me if they wanted to. Hold me down and force me to pleasure their cocks. Instead, they need my approval to settle this silly little score.

  They want to impress me. Compete for me and be crowned the winner. Naughty Sofie puts the most wicked gleam in my eyes as it hits me.

  This means they have to do whatever I want.

  “On the bed. Both of you,” I command. I hold my chin high like a queen commanding her royal guard. If Eli’s a king, after all, I don’t see why I shouldn’t be a queen to match.

  Which makes Oliver…I don’t fucking know. Emperor of the Sun or some shit. It’s not important. I need to stop trying to make this into a metaphor and start deciding what I’m going to do with these two gorgeous men who now have to follow my every whim.

  I smile, all smug and shit, as Oliver drops my arms and moves to lay down on the bed with Eli. They’re both so damn broad-shouldered and muscular that they take up almost the entire space on the mattress.

  Shoulder to shoulder. Bicep to bicep. And standing at attention in honor of my sexy excellence (sexcellence?)—are two huge, stiff 12-inch pieces of man meat towering up from between their legs. Both dripping with precum. Both begging to be sucked.

  My only regret is that I can’t fit them both in my mouth at once.

  I crawl onto the bed, moving towards them in proper cave woman fashion. I remember the camera just behind me and I know it’s getting an amazing shot of my wet, dripping cunt and tight asshole. I push my ass out higher.

  The boys will love watching that later, I know. Seeing how soaked I am at the thought of having them both at my disposal.

  But as I lick my lips, hovering over their cocks, I realize that I’ve not won this encounter quite yet. From the lopsided smiles on Eli and Oliver’s handsome faces, I know they’ve come to the same conclusion.

  I still have to choose which one of them I’m going to taste first.

  I look long and hard at both cocks, completely torn. The real problem is that they’re nearly fucking identical in every way. Perfectly shaped, perfectly colored, exactly the same thickness and exactly the same length. Both insanely fucking hard. Both throbbing and lusting for my mouth.

  I could suck one while I ride the other, honestly. I can’t even imagine that they would complain about that. But Eli and Oliver brought me here for a reason tonight, and that seems like a complete cop-out. Like it’s not really in the spirit of their twisted little game.

  The only difference between the two cocks that I’m currently salivating over is the men they’re attached to. Oliver, book-smart and a little bit shy, but no less manly for it. Eli, who comes off as a cocky idiot at first, but has depths to him that I know women rarely get a chance to explore.

  I’m into both of them. Fuck. This is the hardest decision of my life. Like, we’re talking a literal Sofie’s choice scenario here.

  But then I see it: the precum. There’s a drop trembling at Eli’s tip, but the bead of sticky, glistening juice at the tip of Oliver’s cock tumbles over the head and starts trailing down his shaft right before my very eyes.

  And then I can’t help myself.

  I fucking pounce on it, lapping up every single drop.

  “Mmmmmmm,” I moan, closing my eyes and savoring Oliver’s taste. “Fuck. That’s…that’s so fucking good.”

  “I told you, man,” Oliver says, tucking his hands behind his head and reclining back as my tongue works up and down his shaft. He smiles over to Eli, smug as hell. “It’s like Sofie and I were made for each other.”

  “Not so fast,” Eli says. There’s a roughness to his voice that drives my cunt wild. It’s like I can feel blood pumping to my clit as he takes a fistful of my hair in his hand. “It’s not a proper taste test until you’ve had both flavors, baby.”

  Eli drags my mouth to his own cock, where his precum is now dripping all the way to his big, gorgeous balls.

  And who am I to deny him a little licking of his own?

  Oh, hell. Who am I even kidding? I swap his undercarriage with my tongue like I’m licking up a particularly delicious lollipop. While adoring every second of it, might I add.

  “Fuck,” I hiss. “You taste so good, Eli. I could lick you all night.”

  “Made for each other, huh?” Eli says, grinning over at Oliver while I go completely cock-stupid over Eli’s shaft. “Sounds like she likes the taste of my dick better, buddy. Try not to be too hard on yourself, though—you tried your best.”


  “Fuck that,” Oliver laughs. “Come here, Sofie—you know what you like.”

  Oliver takes my hair out of Eli’s fist and into his own. Now, the slick tip of his cock is pressing against my lips. He pushes my head down and I slide it between them, sucking it up.

  My mouth is still wet with Eli’s precum. There’s something way too sexy about the way I’m now smearing one man’s juices onto another man’s cock.

  “Mmm,” Oliver moans. “That’s right, baby. Take my fat fucking cock into that wet little mouth of yours. Damn—I can feel you fucking drooling for me.”

  “Don’t be an idiot,” Eli laughs. “It’s mine that she’s drooling for, dummy. You’re just getting the residual benefits.

  Suddenly, my mouth is wrenched away from Oliver’s cock and forced down on Eli’s. Unperturbed by this development, I just keep sucking. Eventually, one of them is going to cum. I don’t care which.

  I just want a mouthful of salty, creamy man-juice filling my mouth and dripping down my chin. I know they want me to choose, but I like them both, dammit. I don’t care which one of them gives it to me as long as I get my fix.

  The best thing is, they’re getting this on tape, too. I’m beginning to think that the person who’s going to most enjoy watching this dirty little movie won’t be Oliver or Eli or even Lucas—in fact, it will be yours truly. Can you even blame me? I get to watch my wet, dripping cunt get even wetter while two insanely hot men fight over who gets to have their cock in my mouth.

  I would pay for something like that, if we’re being totally honest here. But instead, here I am, getting it for free.

  For not the first time since I met these guys, I have to admit it: I’m a damn lucky woman. Holy shit.

  The only real downfall to this little game is that with Oliver and Eli passing me back and forth like this, I don’t know how I’m actually going to make them come. They both want it. I can fucking tell. Their balls are tighter and harder every time I return to them. They’re both getting so damn close.

  But just as one of them nears filling my mouth up with his seed, the other steals me away to pump himself that much closer to squirting his cum all over my tongue. I just want them to come now and come fast.