by Madison Faye
Yeah, the club was very good at distracting.
We strode into another room. In there, a thin girl with black hair was laid out over a chair, one man behind her with her dress pulled up to her hips, his tongue in her pussy as she moaned around the cock of the man standing in front of her.
“Jesus, shit got started early tonight,” Jace muttered.
“We did get here late.”
“Not that fucking late.”
Across the room, moans of pleasure drifted over to us as the man behind the thin dark-haired girl stood and sank every inch of his cock inside her glistening pussy. She redoubled her efforts on the man in front of her as a third man pulled his cock out, bringing her hand up to stroke him.
Yeah, welcome to the Triple Crown Club.
How do you even begin to describe the place? For starters, it existed in total secrecy — in myth really. If you were in the know, you knew. If you weren’t, you assumed it was an urban legend. Hell, it sounded like one, except it was very, very real.
The rules were simple — no names, no faces, no hesitations.
And you had to share.
The club was a place where royal elite — men like us — came to, well, share. It was a place where men of certain tastes came to act on those desires. To say it was a sex club wasn’t quite doing it justice. I mean, those existed, to be sure. Hell, men with money always had a place to go and fuck girls who were attracted to rich guys or at least their money.
This wasn’t that place.
In the Triple Crown Club, there was one theme persistent. Here, women were shared by three. The men who made up the members of this place all had one thing in mind — three men, one woman.
Three crowns, one beauty.
We shared.
That was the club. That was this place. The women who came here were invited — sometimes just to see what they thought, sometimes specifically by one group. They didn’t know the members were princes and other royalty, only that they were clearly rich and important. I’m sure there were some who put two and two together, what with the name. But it was never disclosed. After all, a place like this could have been political suicide for some men.
“Here.” Jace handed me a drink, which I sipped heavily.
Any other night, we’d be on the prowl. It’s why the three of us were members here — we shared. After all, Dean, Jace, and I had been close as brothers since we were kids. Our fathers had ruled Tam — our kingdom — as the royal council. It was a great situation, really. No one king to rule unilaterally. Instead, Tam had three kings. It made for diverse thoughts, and a way to check each other.
My father, Erol, had passed four years before. Yeah, that’d sucked. Hard. But it was a year ago that was a cruel blow to Tam. A year ago, almost to the day actually, had been the plane crash that took out both Dean and Jace’s fathers, leaving the three of us alone, and the kingdom with no kings.
Now the easy solution here would be for the three of us to ascend. After all, our fathers had been the council, and their fathers had been the council, and so on.
Us stepping up into the roles we were born for was an easy move.
Except it wasn’t.
There was one little thing that set us apart from our forefathers — Kings of Tam were family men. Kings of Tam had wives, and children. This wasn’t just a custom, this was actual law.
…And the three of us had spent our entire adult lives single.
The problem was, we’d reached an understanding a long time ago with each other. We were so close, and so alike in so many ways, that we’d ended up going after a lot of the same girls early on. Obviously, that caused problems, until we hit upon the solution. Why choose, when we could share?
So we did. Hell, we preferred it now. No drama, and we could all talk about how we felt with each other since we were all part of it. Now, it did make for interesting dates. A lot of women freaked, rightfully so. Some were into it. Actually, a lot of women were into it. Hell, three rich, good-looking guys who worked out and all wanted to put her first?
Yeah, not many complaints there.
But the type of girl who was into three men taking her at once usual wasn’t looking for more than a one-night wild story she could tell later when she was married and out drinking with her friends.
Ultimately, that's not what we were looking for. We wanted more than the one night. We’d done that, and it was empty.
So this was the issue with the three of us ascending to take control of our country. After years spent sharing women and looking for the unattainable, here we were — grown men, single, and with no real prospects for long term commitments.
Which meant no ruling Tam.
Our mood tonight was sour because the interim council had just voted on the six month process we’d gone through to amend the rules.
They’d voted not to. Not out of spite, but because the rules of Tam were revered. It took a lot to change one. And apparently, even doing so to continue the legacy of kings wasn’t going to fly.
Fuckers.
So, on another night without the mood we were in, we’d be into all of it — looking for distraction there that night, however meaningless. But the second we’d stepped in, we knew it wasn’t happening that night. Not with our mood.
Normally, we’d be looking for a women without a bracelet. At the club, a crown bracelet set apart those who were spoken for. That was sort of one of the hard rules of this place, and it was self-policed.
No jealousy.
No bullshit.
If someone was spoken for with a bracelet, it was hands fucking off. No questions, no exceptions. That was a quick way to get into some serious trouble and possibly even face excommunication from the club entirely, and no one wanted that.
But, we weren’t looking at bracelets that night though. Or woman. Just drinks.
Across the room, a dress dropped to the ground, a girl sank to her knees as the three men in tuxes around her pulled their rapidly thickening cocks out. She moaned, taking one in her mouth as she stroked the other two.
I gave it a passing glance before turning back to my drink. Funny how you got used to shit like that in this place.
Not everything in this place was out in the open, of course. There were private rooms too, but most of the people were okay being out for all to see. Hell, we were all wearing masks, after all.
Across the room, the girl climbed into one of the men's laps, sinking down on his thick-looking cock. Another moved next to her, pulling her mouth down to his shaft. The third knelt behind her, his tongue on her ass.
I growled.
Yeah, tonight wasn’t happening for us, even if finding some girl to share like that did seem tempting. We just weren’t in the mood.
“Alright, fuck it,” Dean finally said, as if finally admitting he’d ben wrong for pushing us to come tonight.
“This was a shit idea.”
Jace and I nodded. I resisted the urge to say “no shit,” and instead, we all three polished off our drinks.
“Let’s just get out of here,” Dean muttered.
Chapter 4
Anya
Oh.
My.
God.
Blood pounded in my ears as I moved through the rich, opulent house — my very skin tingling. Words like “scandalous,” and “insane,” and “orgy” went through my head. Because really, how else could I describe what was going on around me?
When we’d first stepped into this place, all I’d seen was a rich entryway to an old, stately home. Gilded ceiling, sparkling chandeliers, a tuxedoed butler handing us black masks and offering a tray of champagne.
Okay, it wasn’t that bad, I’d thought, still in that entryway. It wasn’t the “club” I thought it’d be, but it wasn’t a shack in the woods or something creepy either — a thought that had momentarily crept into my head as we’d driven out of the city. So I’d decided to stay for one drink and see what was going on.
But then, we’d stepped up to the carved
wooden door, and Thomas had pushed it open.
And my whole world had been rocked.
What the HELL is this?
Most of the room was in some sort of undress. Naked feminine curves and bare, hard muscles filled my vision — people undulating, kissing, moaning, gasping.
My whole body had shivered at the sight of a woman bent over on a rich, plush sofa, a man pulling his tuxedo shirt off behind her as he drove his cock in and out of her. A second man moved to her front, and a loud gasp escaped my lips, a hand flying to my mouth as I watched her stick her tongue out and lick his cock head.
And that was just one scene in front of me. Around the room, this was happening everywhere.
Where the fuck was I?
I started to back away, but Shawn’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.
“And where are you off to?”
“Uh,” I swallowed, my face white. “I— I shouldn’t be here.”
“Sure you should,” Thomas said darkly in my ear, coming up behind me.
I shook my head.
“I really shouldn’t.”
I liked to think of myself as a free spirit, but this was way out of my element, big time. I mean, I wasn’t a prude or anything — but this was insane.
Across the room, a girl cried out as two men moved between her legs, both their tongues swirling over her, and my whole body flushed.
“I should go.”
“Stay,” Shawn purred.
“Please let go of my wrist.”
Fear lanced through me as his grip tightened.
“Look, have one drink.”
He shrugged.
“I know it’s not what you were thinking, but no one’s going to make you do shit, okay?”
“Just have one drink and our driver will take you back,” Thomas said with an easy shrug.
I took a second, but slowly, I made up my mind. One drink would appease them, and then I’d be getting the hell out of this place.
“Fine,” I swallowed. “One drink.”
The two of them grinned, Thomas passing me a glass of champagne.
“Well, well, well, she looks tasty.”
I shuddered as a third man, this one with a wicked glint in his eyes behind his mask, stepped up.
Shawn grinned. “This is Carl. He’s with us.” He winked at me. “He’s with you, too.”
I took a big swallow of champagne.
Carl leaned close, his eyes lecherously sliding over me. “And what’s your name?”
I shook my head. “What’s your name?”
Carl chuckled, wagging a finger. “Uh-uh, that’s against the rules here. You don’t get to know our names.”
I frowned. “Well, I know theirs.”
Thomas chuckled. “You know the names we told you.”
I shuddered. This was getting beyond what I was okay with.
“I think I’d like to go now,” I said quietly.
“Sit.”
I shivered as the three of them pulled me to a couch alongside the room. They pulled me onto it, moving to sit on either side of me. Blood roared in my ears.
Across the room, a girl bounced on a man’s lap, squealing in pleasure. In front of her, two other men pulled their cocks out, and my eyes went wide.
“Now that looks fun, doesn’t it?”
I knew what Carl was implying, but I wasn’t going to take the bait. The truth was, yes, it was hot, watching the people around the room, to a certain extent. I mean, yeah, it was kind of sexy listening to the sounds of pleasure filling the room, and watching three men worship that girl was, objectively, sexy.
But not these three guys. These three were creeping me out in a major way. I felt a hand on my knee, and suddenly, my fight or flight instinct kicked in.
It was time to get the hell away from this situation, even if it meant hiking back to the palace.
“I— I have to use the bathroom,” I said quickly, pushing Shawn’s hand away and standing.
The three of them glanced at each other, scowling.
“We’ll come with you,” Thomas said, trying to smile casually at me but failing.
“Um no, you won’t,” I said coolly.
“Not into bathroom play, huh?”
I made a disgusted face, and Carl just chuckled.
“It’s down that hallway.”
I turned without a word, but his hand shot out and grabbed my arm.
“Wait.”
He pulled a small black box out of his coat.
“Here.”
Carl pulled out a gorgeous, sparkling silver and diamond bracelet, glittering in the low light of the room.
“Oh, no.” I shook my head. “No thank you.”
“Wear this.”
“I can’t accept th—”
“Wear it,” he hissed, his eyes flashing something dangerous at me.
I shivered, swallowing thickly as I nodded.
“Okay, fine,” I said quietly.
I held my wrist out as Carl smiled triumphantly and slipped it onto my wrist, clasping it shut.I turned without another word and speed-walked away.
Around the corner from them, I finally came to a shaking stop, shuddering and gasping for air as the adrenaline roared through me. I yanked the bracelet off and shoved it into my clutch, shivering at the cold feel of it as I glanced around the unfamiliar house.
I had to get out of there. Immediately.
Chapter 5
Jace
The three of us left the shit going on in the other rooms behind, moving with our drinks through the house.
The venue changed all the time for the Triple Crown Club. I’d been to Berne a few times, since it was quite close to Tam. And it was a shame we weren’t in the mood because the house this time was pretty amazing.
We found an empty room — a study of some kind and stepped inside, shutting the door. Killian and I slumped onto the couch, Dean in the chair across from us.
“Fuck this.”
He took his mask off.
“Dude,” Killian growled a warning.
“Oh, what, the doors are locked, and it’s just us,” Dean muttered, shrugging. “Fuck, we should have just gone to a damn bar or something.”
“So, another six months for another vote. Bullshit,” Killian muttered, taking his mask off.
I glanced at them before shrugging myself.
Fuck it.
I pulled mine off too, breathing deeply. Hell, it did feel better without it on. What’d feel even better was something hot, wet, and willing bouncing on my cock, but this wasn’t the night for that — not with the news we’d gotten.
We sipped our drinks.
“So, now what?”
Dean shook his head. “Fuck if I—”
The door slammed open with a bang. The three of us jumped to our feet, whirling and—
…And freezing.
No, not us. The whole damn world froze. The entire world just went still for second, and my eyes locked right onto hers.
Long, chestnut hair, gorgeous blue eyes, tender skin and soft curves. Lips made for sin.
She wasn’t wearing a mask either, and she was fucking gorgeous. Stunning perfection, actually, and the rest of it — all of it — just faded away. Suddenly, the bullshit with the council in Tam just went away inside my head. Because in that moment, it was just her and us in one perfect frozen frame.
“I’m— I’m sorry,” She started to turn. “I—”
“Hang on.”
I stepped forward. There wasn’t just something off in her look. She didn’t look nervous, like some girls were here. She looked downright scared. I reached for her arm, but she flinched.
“Hey, whoa,” I backed away, my arms held back. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Not a problem.”
I heard Dean cough behind me. “Are you okay?”
Her eyes darted to each of us — strong, fierce, full of fire.
“I’m fine, but I’m not going to do�
��” he nodded behind her at the door. “Whatever’s going on out there.”
I nodded, taking a casual sip of my drink and trying to ignore the fact that my heart was beating out of my goddamn chest just being this close to her.
“Well, neither are we.” I shrugged, smiling at her.
She eyed me.
“I mean, sorry to disappoint, but this?” I ran a finger up and down my chest.
“This is off limits, honey.”
She grinned, her eyes twinkling.
“Are you okay?” Killian growled.
She nodded, her shoulders visibly relaxing.
“Sorry, I—” She shook her head. “What is this place?”
“You’re new, aren’t you.”
“Uh, yeah. That obvious, huh?”
I glanced at my friends, all three of us thinking the same thing.
We weren’t wearing masks.
It didn’t seem like she was recognizing us, but still. We were Princes of Tam, and here we were in the middle of the goddamn Triple Crown Club in front of a girl with no masks on.
I mean, we kept quiet — we stayed out of the tabloids unlike people media-whores like Prince Magnus, from the kingdom of Zale. So, it’s not like we were highly recognizable figures. But still.
“Drink?”
Her eyes snapped to Killian, narrowing.
“Just a drink, beautiful,” he said quietly. “You can say no.”
She chewed on that, sucking her lips between her teeth as she sized us up. Apparently, we passed.
“Okay, sure.”
She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. I turned and glanced at my friends. I knew the look on their faces. It was the same as the one on mine, cause we were all feeling it.
This girl was incredible. Gorgeous, sexy, and vibrant — that much was obvious. But hell, she was more than that too. In one minute of meeting her, that much was clear. She was funny, and inquisitive. And smart — that you could tell from one look into those sharp blue eyes.
There was something fierce burning inside of her that you rarely saw.
“I’d ask your names, but apparently that’s a big thing here,” she rolled her eyes as she said it, and I grinned.
“Yeah, it’s the rules. We should be wearing masks too, technically.”
