by Madison Faye
“Uh, a lot. We’ll catch up later, I promise. But no, I think you’re all theirs.”
I hugged her once more before turning and flying into Jace, Killian, and Dean’s arms. They hugged me fiercely, all three of them pulling me tight and holding me like they never wanted to let me go.
Something told me, they never would.
“So,” I grinned jokingly. “Are princesses allowed in the club?”
Dean made a face. “Actually, no, they’re not.”
I frowned. “Oh.”
“But guess what?”
I looked up to see all three of them grinning.
“We’re not allowed in the club either.”
My brow went up. “Holy shit, seriously?”
“Ask us if we give a single shit.” Killian chuckled darkly, his hand stroking my back.
He leaned in and kissed me deeply and passionately — just enough to send a sizzle though my body. I turned to Dean, kissing him the same way and gasping quietly into his lips before turning to Jace and doing the same.
I came away blushing, suddenly remembering my friend and the small crowd behind us. But when I whirled back, the guards were already dragging the three kicking and screaming Dukes of Tam away. Adele looked back though, and winked at me.
“Look, Anya—”
“Uh, that’s Your Highness now, thank you very much!” I grinned at them as they chuckled.
“Well, excuse me Your Highness,” Jace laughed. “But I wanted to say that we know this is nuts, and fast, and probably the single craziest thing you’ve ever even heard of, but we’re fucking head over heels for you.”
My heart thundered in my chest, my eyes darting from one face to the next.
“We love you, Anya,” Killian said quietly, squeezing my hand. “And we know it’s fast, and we know you barely know us. But there’s something about you that clicks with each of us and all of us in a way we thought we’d never find.”
Dean sighed. “What these two are trying to say is, we love you, we’re going to keep on loving you until the end of time, and we’d love to know one thing?”
“Which is?” I said breathless.
“Will you marry us?”
“Yes.” I said it without even thinking, just blurting the word out.
“No, I mean all of us. No jealousy, no drama, no mess. It’s all of us or nothing, so if you need time to think—”
“Yes,” I whispered, moving in and kissing him. I pulled Jace in, kissing him tenderly, before turning and searing my lips to Killian’s.
“Yes, absolutely, yes!” I shrieked as I jumped into their arms, peppering them with kisses as they held me tight. “A thousand yeses.”
It was minutes later before we all finally pulled apart. We turned, them holding me tight as we stood there watching the sun catch the edge of the fountain that sat beside the roses, there in the gardens of Berne.
“Call your council,” I said, nodding slowly as the grin spread over my face.
“Tell them it’s time for the three Kings of Tam to take their thrones.”
The three of them growled, nodding with fierce looks on their faces.
“Just, you know, make sure there’s a fourth one for me.”
They laughed, pulling me close and kissing me until I forgot everything else.
Epilogue
Anya
Moving to Tam was surreal after spending my whole life in Berne. And yet, it also felt right. It felt like the next step in life that I’d just been waiting to take, without even realizing it.
Also, Tam is really close to Berne, so Adele and I can still see each other all the freaking time.
Becoming a princess was…well, wow, how do you even describe that? It was a strange feeling, and yet, I also felt exactly the same afterwards. Adele wasn’t kidding about making it happen either — four days later, in a small ceremony in her father’s throne room, King Lorne himself — with a freaking sword and everything — dubbed me a real, honest-to-goodness princess of Berne. He also hugged me close and thanked me for being the sister his daughter never actually had.
As it turns out, Carl had spotted me that night at the club, and when I’d left with my princes, he’d had us tailed. After that, it was easy to put two and two together.
But, that was the random circumstances part. What made the whole thing even crazier was that the three of them had been plotting to overthrow things in Tam. They’d managed to weasel their way onto the royal council, and their plan had been to delay Killian, Dean, and Jace ascending to their rightful thrones until they could put together some fake dirt on them and declare the council itself the rulers of the kingdom.
The evidence to support all this was overwhelming, and the three of them were quickly tried, found guilty, and thrown into jail for high treason.
My men never told me the details about what happened with them and the club, only that they weren’t going to be going back there ever again. At one point, soon after the trial, a gorgeously vintage black and silver town car had driven up to the palace in Tam, and the three of them had taken a meeting in the car with whoever it was.
They’d been grinning when they came back, with Jace muttering something about “so much for them never changing their minds.” But even after that, they assured me, the Triple Crown Club wasn’t a place they needed, or wanted anymore.
“Now when we’ve got you,” they’d said.
Not a bad answer, really.
And so the Triple Crown Club was left behind for us. There were, of course, the two major events that happened right around the same time as me meeting my men. First, the insanity and almost scandal of my cousin Julia’s adventures there, and then the even crazier events surrounding her roommate Emma and the triplets she—
Well, like I said, the club and all of it’s wild tales were behind us, or at least better saved for another day.
Tam’s been an amazing, welcoming kingdom, too. As it turns out, marriage laws in Tam were fairly vague in their wording, and so, in a huge ceremony broadcast to the whole kingdom, without any shred of secrecy or shadows, Jace, Killian, and Dean proclaimed their love and commitment to me, and me to them. We married — me to all three of them — and when the council finally cleaned out the trash that had been holding it back, their decision to put my men on the thrones they were born for went through.
Which, I guess makes me officially no longer a princess.
It makes me a queen.
But even without the jewels, and the royal pageantry, and the throne (they did get me throne, thank you very much), I’d feel like a queen with my husbands anyways. Hell, I’d feel like a queen in their arms even if we were penniless and on the streets. No matter our rank or station or titles, I was their queen, they were my kings.
And damn did we have love.
Because really, that’s all you need to have a kingdom and a happy ever after.
Trust me, it’s all we needed for ours.
The End.
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Also by Madison Faye
“The Triple Crown Club” Series:
Royally Shared
Royally Claimed
Royally Tempted
“Possessing Beauty” Series:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting Beauty
“Forbidden” Series:
Flirting With The Law
Breaking Her Innocence
“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three Times
Taken Three Times
Paid For Three Times
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
Sugar & Spice: A Billionaire/Virgin Romance
About the Author
Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!
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Stealing Beauty
Stealing Beauty
She’s been mine from the second I saw her. Tonight, I’ll make sure everyone knows that.
The tabloids call me “Prince Magnum,” and it’s not because I’ve got a big kingdom.
A royal “suitor’s ball”, full of single, untouched female royalty, should be a buffet for a man like me. It doesn’t matter what a woman’s bloodline is -- once I’ve set my sights on her, she’ll be on her knees in minutes.
But that’s before I walk in and lock eyes with her. Princess Imogen.
She’s sweet and untouched, with eyes that beg me to take her and an innocence that’s just waiting to be claimed. Once I’ve seen her, nothing is going to stop me from taking what’s mine…
And Imogen will be mine.
A “suitor’s ball” to find her a husband, huh?
F*ck that.
She’s been mine and only mine since the minute I laid eyes on her. And tonight, I’m going to make this princess my queen.
*Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.
Stealing Beauty is a quick and filthy modern fairytale involving an utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to make your dreams come true. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye
All rights reserved.
Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: Coverlüv
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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Chapter 1
Imogen
I took a shaky breath, my green eyes meeting my own gaze in the mirror. My lip quivered, and I could see the nervousness playing out in a pink blush across my cheeks. I took another breath, clenching my fists by my sides and closing my eyes. I’d been dreading that night for weeks, and now it was here.
The ball. Specifically, the ball my father, King Lucian of Avlion was throwing for all “eligible bachelors and bachelorettes” across the kingdoms, now that he’d finally decided that his daughters were ready for marriage.
Heck, or dating even, since neither myself nor my sisters had really done any of that either. And I was twenty.
I knew my father meant the best for us — not letting his eighteen, twenty, and twenty-one year old daughters seek partners until now wasn’t some show of old-fashioned customs like my little sister Isla always said. He was really just protecting us, and giving us the time to have a proper view of the world before we started looking for someone to share our lives with. And besides that, most princes had horrid reputations as foul, filthy-mouthed womanizers.
But that night should have been something I’d looked forward to, not secretly cringed about. After all, my parents had invited all sorts of princes from the neighboring kingdoms, including the absolutely dreamy Prince Chester of Montagne. I’d be an idiot to think I was the only single princess that had eyes on him, but he’d written my father three times over the last few weeks, mentioning how excited he was for the dance and to meet me.
I know, I know. Believe me, I understand how out of touch it seemed in the modern world of cellphones and Facebook and snapchat to be throwing balls for princes and princesses to meet at, but hey, that's the word I was born into, and as much as Isla, and even my older sister, Ilana, poo-poo-ed the royal life we lived, I actually liked it.
Well, except for tonight.
Because, yes, Chester was coming, and yes, the whole palace had been done up beautifully for the ball, and yes, my bright chartreuse green gown, with the exposed shoulders and gold trim looked amazing and made my red hair and green eyes just pop.
But there was a storm cloud hanging over tonight. A dark, filthy-mouthed, crude-talking, perverted, scandalizing, morally repugnant storm cloud. And this storm cloud had a name:
Prince Magnus Jameson.
The absolutely disgusting, tabloid-scandal-ridden prince of the kingdom of Zale.
The absolutely gross, ridiculously cocky, impossibly arrogant, and unfairly gorgeous Prince Magnus.
And I say unfairly, because it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that someone that obnoxious, and with that much of a terrible reputation could also be hands down the most attractive, heart-stoppingly gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. Thick dark brown hair, sharp, piercing blue eyes, and an absolutely melting smile perpetually across that perfect, chiseled, handsome face. Broad shoulders, powerful arms, and since I did unfortunately read the tabloids and see the pictures of him on various beaches and yachts, a body absolutely carved from marble.
Prince Magnus, but then, the tabloids had a new na
me for him as of late.
Prince Magnum.
Take a guess what that was in reference to.
I blushed in my bedroom mirror, shivering and quickly shutting my eyes again as the memory of that day came flooding back with the usual heat it always did. It’d been four weeks ago, and I never should have been there.
My parents had believed I’d been going to southern Spain to do some homeless outreach in some of the poorer areas. After all, helping wherever I could with people that hadn’t had the completely random luck of being born into a kingdom like I had was one of my passion projects. And I had gone to one of the slums outside Valencia to help, but then I’d gone off itinerary.
I’m not entirely sure why I’d lied to my pilot about my father being perfectly aware of me going to Ibiza. I’m not sure why I checked into a hotel under an assumed name, or why I’d bought the biggest pair of movie-star, incognito sunglasses and big brimmed hat I could find. Maybe it was because I’d just turned twenty, and I just wanted something exciting. I wanted to go a little crazy, I guess, for once.
That’d lasted all of one day. I’d sunned by the pool, I’d had exactly two glasses of wine at the hotel bar, I’d gone upstairs to change to go out—
And that’s when I’d been introduced to Prince Magnus.
No, that’s when I’d been introduced to Prince Magnum.
At first, I’d had a horrified thought that I’d somehow walked into the wrong penthouse suite. But there were only three suites like this at the hotel, and I knew I’d made a right off the elevator.
