Long Live Queen Perry: Contemporary Reverse Harem (Kingdom of Veronia Book 3)

by Serena Akeroyd

  They wanted her crying with pleasure?

  They wanted her sobbing out her delight?

  Bring it.

  She wanted it, too.

  It was her right.

  There had to be some good shit to this queen malarkey. And she wasn’t talking about not having to deal with the laundry either.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as she heard the sound of a zipper lowering, and turned and saw that Xavier was stepping out of his pants. A flash of skin behind her had her moving around more and she realized George was buck naked. His cock was in his hand as he stared at her, his fist pumping in a way that made her growl… Edward wasn’t the only one feeling aggressive. She hopped off the bed and pushed her husband out of the way. She knew he didn’t appreciate that, but she didn’t give a damn.

  Before he could do more than grit his teeth, she was pulling down her pants and panties, throwing off her blouse and unfastening her bra.

  Then, she hauled herself back onto the bed and crawled over to George. This wasn’t sinful or sultry: it was loaded with need.

  She tilted her head to look at the mirror on the canopy. “I want you to watch me ride you,” she taunted him as she pushed his shoulder, urging him onto his back.

  “The pleasure’s mine, Perry,” he told her, his tone gritty.

  Xavier approached and she grabbed his hand and tucked it between her legs. They both hissed.

  “Fuck, she’s wet,” Xavier gritted out and she rocked her hips, loving his touch against her there. She thrust in short, sharp jerks that had his fingers sliding over her nub.

  “Oh God, that feels so good!” she bit off, then she maneuvered Xavier’s hand and pressed it to her breast as she clambered over George. “I need you inside me now.”

  He let out a chuckle then opened his arms wide. “Have at me.”

  She growled under her breath as she grasped a firm hold of his shaft, tucked it against her core, then slowly began to accept him. Each thick inch was hard won but she earned it, loved the way he spread her wide, filling her to overfull. She was panting by the time he was all the way inside her, so damn big in this position she felt like she was going insane with it.

  Breath soughed from his lungs when she settled her ass against his thighs, then his hands came up to cup the small, taut bump that was their baby. “You’re starting to show,” he whispered, and there was a hint of deference in his tone. Definite wonder.

  She couldn’t help but feel like a goddamn sex Goddess at the way he stared at her ripe form, his cock pulsing hotly inside her.

  She bore down around his dick, loving his hiss, loving the way his fingers clutched at her. Then, Xavier moved his hand up to her head and she turned and saw his cock was out, pointing straight at her. She bowed over him, urging him down onto his knees, and began to suck the tip of his dick into her mouth. When a faint splatting noise made itself known to her, she prepared herself for what her position enabled…

  The chill of the lube came as a shock even though she’d recognized the sound and she moaned against the dick in her mouth. Xavier’s hands twisted in her hair, and her pussy clamped around George’s cock as Edward’s fingers began to play with her asshole. The way she was leaning over spread her asscheeks, giving her little protection from his marauding hands.

  He speared her with those elegant, spatulate digits, filled her, spread her, scissored inside her until she was rhythmically clenching down on George without having to move an inch. His hands were on her back, the pads rubbing her spine, massaging her in a way that made her nerves taut and tense, while relaxing her, too.

  She felt Edward’s cock rub against the curve of her cheeks and sucked down hard on Xavier when she felt the tip prod her asshole. With a sigh, she tried to relax, knowing it would be easier in the long run to do just that. But it was hard, especially as he was so thick and George was already taking up a lot of room.

  Pulling away from Xavier’s cock lest she bite him, she dug her nails into his thighs as Edward forged a path deep inside her. It seemed to take a lifetime, and when she felt the two cocks inside her, she wanted to roar with triumph.

  God, this felt good. So fucking good!

  She felt alive. The vibrant energy buzzed through her veins, making her blood fizzle and tingle.

  When his pelvis nudged her ass, she realized he was all the way in. She didn’t know how this felt for them, but knew how epic it was for her. Sweat beaded on her brow, tension gathered in her limbs as she turned her attention to Xavier.

  It was hard focusing on him, difficult to process how to suck him and pleasure him when her body was being spit-roasted in so many different ways. But she tried, and she gave it her all. Then, George and Edward began to move. The rhythm was erratic, not smooth, as they found their pacing and it was hard for her to concentrate on anything other than the way they sawed in and out of her.

  Her breathing came in jerky pants that had Xavier’s hands tightening in her hair. “Fucking hell, Perry,” he gritted out, and she realized that whatever she was doing, it was working. His hips were rocking up, his cock thrusting between her lips of their own volition.

  Trembling, overwhelmed by all the attention, her body went into lockdown. She became nothing more than a feral creature who needed these three, needed them as much as she needed to breathe. They were her air, her oxygen.

  Without them, she was nothing.

  And she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, they felt the same way about her.

  Fingers nudged at her belly, and she sucked it in as much as she could even though it was full of their baby, and let them in so he could tangle with her clit.

  She was sopping wet, so juicy that the noises spilling from between them were lewd and crass and so fucking sexy that she wanted to scream but couldn’t because Xavier’s dick was like a plug!

  Then, Edward began to caress her nub, and George and he sped up. Her eyes shot wide, her vision turning dull-edged as pleasure whistled around her veins. She heard Xavier let out a sharp cry, felt his cum pelt her throat, but she didn’t move away. Just carried on gasping for air around him, her lips and mouth pulling on him rhythmically until he lurched away from her, plunking backward onto his spine, as air soughed from his lungs.

  “She’s like a fucking vacuum,” he gritted out, but she was too far gone to care. Later, however, she’d be pissed at being compared to a Dyson.

  “Isn’t it fucking wonderful?” George gasped, his tone as dreamy as could be.

  She’d been leaning over to the side to accommodate Xavier, but now, George grabbed her and put her in line with him. The movement did something, changed his angle, and spread her pussy lips wide, revealing the nub of her clit.

  A sharp scream escaped from her. “Oh God!” she cried out.

  “That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Edward crooned, bending over her, covering her with all of him.

  She let out a sob as they moved faster, sliding in and out of her in a way that was only pleasurable because she was so lost to the moment.

  “I need… I-I need… Oh my God!” she screamed, roaring their names, Xavier’s too, begging them, pleading with them, declaring her love for them.

  Pleasure raged through her like a typhoon, decimating everything in her path, destroying then rebuilding the things that made her Perry, that were unique to her.

  Whimpers escaped her as she went blind, deaf, dumb. They sapped it from her. Took it all away and swept it back in with each thrust.

  Then, they gave it all back to her as, with dual roars of their own, they came inside her. She felt them. Slick and hot. They poured their essences into her, flooding her with all they had to give until she was sobbing, a wreck in their arms.

  A shushing sound was the first thing she heard over her heartbeat, and she realized George was humming into her ear, his hands smoothing up and down her back.

  “I think Perry knows what ‘le petit mort’ means now, guys,” Edward murmured softly, and because he was Edward, he managed to say that without an ou
nce of arrogance.

  How he did that, she really wasn’t sure. He managed to say the most irritating things in the most neutral of ways so she never had a chance to get mad.

  Until…

  She lifted up a little and squinted at Xavier. “I’m not a Dyson.”

  He snorted; the noise was aimed at the ceiling as he was flat on his back, his chest still rising and falling like he’d been running a race. “It’s a compliment, sweetheart. Trust me.”

  She pouted, then pressed her face to George’s shoulder. “I’m not a Dyson,” she complained again.

  George laughed, Edward, too, as he fell beside them. She felt her husband’s hand in her hair, and knew it was his because his touch was delicate, where George’s was a little rougher. He tangled his digits in her wavy locks, soothing and teasing her at the same time with the caress.

  “It’s not a bad thing, sweetheart,” Edward crooned, and she flexed her muscles about George’s cock at the sound.

  He immediately groaned. “I’m dead, Perry. You can’t revive the dead.”

  “Didn’t mean to,” she grumbled, but clenched around him when she felt his cock try to slip out of her. “Want to go to sleep like this,” she mumbled again, settling her face next to his, against his shoulder. “With you inside me. Filling me,” she whispered on a happy sigh.

  Around her, the men groaned.

  “Lucky bastard,” Xavier groused.

  George just snickered. “You realize how hot she is, right?”

  “That had better be Pammy Anderson hot,” she warned, but there wasn’t much fire to her tone—she was too exhausted to really be snarky.

  “No. I mean, scorching hot. You might have to turn on the air conditioning, Edward. I expect to melt.”

  “I’m not hotter than you,” she retorted.

  “You’re a furnace.”

  “Like you’re not.”

  “Children,” Edward inserted smoothly. “Let’s rest. It’s still early. We can watch a movie tonight.”

  She huffed. “This was better than a movie. And I don’t want to. I want to stay here. With you three.”

  “We’re not going anywhere.”

  Perry went quiet. “You’ll go back to your rooms.”

  George stilled. “Is that why you want to stay like this?”

  “I want the connection,” she said blankly, but his words woke her a little, and she didn’t want that—she wanted to sleep. It had been a pretty long day and she was tired.

  He sighed. “We’ll stay. You don’t have to be uncomfortable tonight, baby.”

  She hated that she sounded like she was whining, but… “You won’t. I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. I’m sorry for being a wimp,” she whispered. “I just hate waking up and finding you’re not here. Even Edward. He goes and he’s the only one who can stay!” She’d slept alone for most of her life and it had never presented a problem. Now? When her bed was overflowing? She liked it that way.

  Hell, she loved it that way.

  A hand stroked down her back. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

  “Don’t be. Just stop waking up so early.”

  “I have to. You know I have duties.”

  She moved her head, lifting it so she could stare at him. “Then wake me up, too. Don’t slide out of bed like nothing’s happening. Just kiss me and say good morning. I’ll go back to sleep then.”

  “You need to rest,” he countered.

  “I need you to kiss me more. I know it’s silly…but it’s normal. It’s like…” She swallowed. “Everyone does that. Gives each other a kiss in the morning. I need that. I need you.”

  The mattress juddered a little and she felt Xavier settle at George’s side. She turned to look at him as he murmured, “I’ll be around more, Perry.”

  She licked her lips. “You will?”

  He nodded. “My suite in the private wing is almost ready.”

  Her eyes widened. “That’s really happening? You’ll be sleeping over?”

  His lips curved as he reached up and gave her a kiss. He trailed his mouth over her chin to her ear. “I love that you want me close.”

  “Always,” she whispered fiercely. “I need you all close.”

  George sighed. “We’re so lucky.”

  She peered at him. “Why?”

  “You shouldn’t want any of this. We’ve brought you into a crazy world. Made everything ten times harder for you…you should be wanting to leave, what with the UnReals and all that crap. Yet, you want us closer than ever.”

  “You’re mine,” she whispered, the words and tone simple. But as simple as they were, they were also definitive.

  They were hers, and she was theirs. There was nothing complicated about it.

  It was fact.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “What is it?”

  “Your Three Kings present.”

  Ten days later, Edward blinked at the USB stick Drake had just handed him. Placing it on his desk, he asked, “What’s on it?”

  “The answers to our prayers.” The head of security’s eyes flashed with excitement.

  Irritated by the game the other man was playing, Edward snapped, “Stop beating around the bush, Drake. What the hell is on it?”

  “Images. Of UnReals with Ferdinand L’Argeneau.”

  For a second, Edward’s mouth worked and no words escaped. “What?” he finally asked, his tone hoarse.

  In the past two weeks since the bombing, they’d made little headway on their theories regarding the UnReal’s motives, but had used the subsequent state of emergency to completely change the security councils.

  The men who had overseen them for years were now in retirement, and friends of Xavier, George, and himself filled those seats. They’d managed to turn around the governing bodies that kept the nation secure, while the police force grilled the entirety of Parliament to ascertain links to the UnReals. And they’d achieved it all in a matter of weeks.

  Of the several-hundred-strong government, over a hundred had been culled from the ranks, thanks to ties to the UnReals. Ties that were anywhere from deeply ingrained bonds to the faintest of rumors. They were purging Parliament, but in a way that was as democratic as possible.

  The UnReals were being put down. From the inside out.

  For years, they were learning that the rebels flourished in the darkest of shadows, using those shadows to hide in plain sight. Spreading rumors, instigating dissent.

  And recently, they’d managed to throw funding into the mix.

  The minute financial backing had been established, that was when the politicians had started switching allegiance. According to the police investigation into the matter, that is. Funding had changed everything, and with a backer like Ferdinand L’Argeneau, change was never good. A man with a grudge against the family that was entirely founded on bullshit, L’Argeneau had been an enemy in their midst for too long.

  “Is it enough to bring him in?” Edward asked, the words choked.

  “Yes,” Drake confirmed softly. “He’s being taken to one of MIHQ’s bases in Saren.” A base that was their equivalent of a CIA black site.

  Edward straightened in his seat. “You know I want to be there before even one question is uttered.”

  “Why do you think I’m here, sire?”

  Nodding, he stood. Grabbing the jacket he’d slung over the back of his seat, he slipped into it, then picking up his laptop, he said, “I’ll have a look at the contents on the drive over.”

  In silence, they headed out of the palace. Xavier caught up with them along the way, and Edward, knowing how pissed George would be if he was kept out of the loop, texted his younger brother. Though his reply did surprise him.

  With Perry, make sure we’re updated.

  That meant he was either balls deep inside her and didn’t want to be disturbed, or some trouble was afoot.

  Truth was, Edward expected the former over the latter. The two of them could be worse than kids sometimes, he thought, his lips curving in
a wry smile.

  As he texted his brother, he asked aloud, “How did you find out?”

  “Drake called me, too.”

  Edward cut the head of security a look as a dozen-strong unit of guards saluted them once they made it into the portico where a car was waiting. They climbed in, and as the car set off, Edward frowned at Drake. “You called Xavier. Why?”

  “He’s as involved in this situation as you are, sire,” Drake said smoothly, and though Edward knew he was wholly right, something didn’t sit well.

  He turned his chin up as he settled his laptop on his knee. “Do you know?”

  “Does he know what?” Xavier demanded with a huff. “Why shouldn’t he have told me?”

  “I’m not arguing that he did, I’m arguing why he did,” Edward retorted, ignoring the fire in Xavier’s words. His cousin was spoiling for a fight, and if he wanted to, it would have to be against Ferdinand.

  Drake shot him a look. “It was only a matter of time, sire.”

  “What was?” Xavier asked. “Stop speaking in circles.”

  Edward narrowed his eyes. “Are you going to tell anyone?”

  “What would be the gain in it? Marianne’s got her wish. That’s all that matters.” Drake turned away and looked out of the window.

  Xavier sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh.”

  “Yes, ‘oh,’” Edward said wryly, even as he turned on his laptop, inserted the flash drive, and began to scroll through the images revealed on there.

  His cousin cleared his throat. “How did you find out?”

  “You might think I’ve been incompetent of late, your Grace, but I’m not totally bloody blind,” Drake countered, his brow quirked. “Anyway, what you do in private is your own affair. It always was.”

  He didn’t say anything, merely looked at the head of security. “We appreciate your discretion.”

  Drake laughed, but it wasn’t cold or hard, merely amused. “I’ve served this family in one way or another for close to three decades. I’ve dealt with worse than you three could throw at me. At least when you’re all together, the mischief is contained.”