Plaything at the Royal Wedding: An MFMM Royal Romance

by Lana Hartley

  Yep, this is totally my real life, and I couldn’t be happier with my career and with my wonderful boyfriends.

  We are getting ready to leave for the night when there’s a knock on the research room door. I exchange a look with the guys, who appear just as confused as me.

  “It’s really late,” I check my watch. “Who do you think wants to talk to us at this hour?”

  “I don’t know,” King says and slowly approaches the entrance door. “It must be really important, though.”

  “Dean Jackson,” King pushes open the door and greets the man in charge. “What a nice surprise. What brings you to our neck of the woods this evening?”

  I glance over at Dylan and Simon, hoping that the dean isn’t here to rain on our parade. When I focus my attention back on him, though, relief hits me like a soft cloud.

  Dean Jackson is smiling, eager as if he’s ready to burst with excitement. “I have news that you all might find absolutely appealing.” He bounces on his heels.

  “Really?” Simon takes a curious step forward. “What kind of news?”

  “Well, for starters,” Dean Jackson grins, “your product is getting rave reviews across the board.”

  I look at the guys, who seem over the moon with happiness. I’m so proud to have them by my side during these times that call for exponential celebration.

  “You’re right,” Dylan chuckles. “That is great news to hear.”

  “That’s not all,” Dean Jackson chimes and points a finger to the ceiling. “The university will be receiving an award and recognition that will be shared with the four of you.”

  “An award?” I squeal, unable to contain my excitement.

  “That’s right, young lady,” the dean nods with confirmation.

  “What kind of award?” King inquires.

  “Your product is phenomenal—” Dean Jackson confesses.

  “Tell us something we don’t know,” Dylan teases playfully, and we all can’t help but laugh.

  “—and the four of you have done a remarkably brilliant job at pulling everything together,” the dean tells us with a respectful tone.

  “It wasn’t easy, and we sure had our road blocks to overcome,” I remind them. Everyone knows I’m referring to the torment that Professor Smith put us through.

  “Yes, some misfortunes to conquer, but you certainly know how to prove yourselves,” the dean notes. “The award will be given to you all and the school for the research you have successfully put in place for cleaner coal. Manufacturers for the product are lining up at the door.” The dean is glowing with pride at being the one to spread this magnificent news.

  “That’s fantastic,” I say, near tears because I’m so happy that after all the hardships, everything is finally falling into place. “I know my father, grandfather, and other relatives are probably smiling down at me from Heaven.”

  “If they were here right now, they would be so proud of you, Krista.” King gives me a hug and a smile, which I return gratefully.

  “Thank you,” I whisper into his chest.

  We say goodbye to Dean Jackson and thank him for coming to recite the wonderful joy.

  Walking out into the Manhattan street, the guys have naughty and playful grins on their faces.

  “What?” I grin at them. “Something is up with you guys. Tell me what trick you have up your sleeves.”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about.” Dylan winks and pretends to be clueless, as do the other two guys.

  “Come to dinner with us,” King says and takes my hands in his, cradling them under the warmth of his masculinity.

  “I’ll gladly come to dinner with you tonight, and every night for the rest of our lives,” I joke.

  We hail a cab and ride uptown. On the way up there, I can’t believe this is really my life. I feel like Cinderella, only my fantasy doesn’t come with an expiration date.

  When we get to the restaurant and walk inside, it’s very romantic. Candles adorn table tops that are draped with white, expensive looking linen. The flames from the candles dance through the darkness, emitting a sexiness that draws me in.

  A maître d’ bows and walks in our direction and beckons us to follow him to a booth tucked away in the back of the restaurant.

  I eye the guys suspiciously, but with excitement. “What’s going on here? It’s prime dinner hours. Why is this restaurant empty aside from us?”

  Before any of them have a chance to answer, a violent quartet appears seemingly from nowhere, making me jump and gasp.

  Recovering quickly, my heart melts as they begin playing ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ on their string instruments.

  The sound is so beautiful, it nearly moves me to tears…yet again and for the second time tonight. Briefly, I forget that we’re the only ones in the restaurant, but as I’m seated across from all three guys, I begin to wonder what all the fuss is about.

  “You guys really know how to celebrate a career win,” I tease them as I watch the waiter open a bottle of what I’m certain is to be their finest red in the place.

  “We rented this restaurant out for the night,” Simon states proudly.

  “You…what?” I shake my head, dumbfounded and unable to believe what I’m hearing.

  “That’s right,” King smiles and squeezes my hand.

  “Why on earth would you do that?” I ask and look around with a chuckle, although the gesture is appealing and earns all three of them major brownie points that I’ll have to let them redeem later on in bed.

  “We love you,” Dylan says, eyes gleaming with seriousness. “You deserve the world on a silver platter, and we’re prepared to prove to you that anything is possible, even renting out a restaurant just because we want to show you how much you mean to us.”

  My heart pounds in my chest, my pussy drips with desire, and my mind races with my own love for them. I’m swooning in a sea of seduction.

  I nod before I manage to get the words out. “I…I love you guys, too.” My voice cracks, and I know I’m beyond saving now. I dab at my wet eyes with my fancy Italian silk napkin.

  “You guys are incredible,” I sniff. “You did all this…just for me?”

  “You’re worth every bit of it,” King confesses.

  “I have to say, this is very touching,” I smile warmly at the guys.

  “We can’t imagine life without you,” Simon tells me.

  I nod in agreement. “Every minute with you guys is magical.”

  “That’s why…” King trails off and grins at his friends. “We have something we need to ask you.”

  A cold sweat of happiness breaks out over the surface of my skin. Suddenly, I can’t breathe, and the world blurs out of focus—but in the best ways possible.

  I already know what’s coming before the guys even get on bended knees.

  One by one, while the violinists play their love songs in harmony in the background, the guys get on one knee and glance up at me.

  Hope, love, and spirits full of lust gleam in their handsome eyes.

  “Krista?” Simon is the first to whisper my name as if it’s a prayer.

  “We love you.” Dylan jumps on board next, his eyes glistening with fresh tears.

  “We want you to be our wife,” King says, the words perfect as they drip off his tongue.

  Then, in unison, the guys chant, “Will you marry us?”

  Krista

  Looking out the window over the sink, I enjoy the views from our backyard in suburban Connecticut.

  Yes, I am now a suburban housewife in Connecticut.

  I know, you’re probably surprised, and…I guess that’s fair.

  I smile, grinning as I watch the tiny flurry of fresh snow flakes skirt and dance from the sky, forming a dusting of white that blankets the ground in the backyard.

  They are predicting up to six inches tonight, and I know that in a few hours, the world will be a winter wonderland.

  There is something peaceful, serene, and cozy about the first snowfall of
the season.

  Every now and then, I glance out the window to see a deer ducking in and out of the trees that line our property, and I giggle with glee to see nature at its profound and magical beauty.

  The television is on in the background, a muffled sound, and I can guess that it’s a talk show without even turning around. I conclude this from hearing the sound of an audience clapping and cheering happily in the background.

  I am currently washing the dishes, a chore that oddly enough is one of my favorites. I don’t mind the housework, or my duties as housewife.

  Now that the research is completed and successful, I’m content with the fact that I’ve done my duty to the world, my contributions to society are in place and currently in effective practice around the nation.

  Our clean coal operation is now one of the most successfully marketed and run sponsorships that has ever stemmed from New York University, and I’m honored to be at the front and center of the success.

  I have my three husbands to thank for that, too. They stood by my side, and they fought for me and believed in my cause.

  That’s right, I’m one lucky bitch.

  You probably think I am a bitch, I’m guessing. I can’t help but gloat and brag; my life is perfect, and I couldn’t ask for any better.

  Oh, right, I guess you were wondering about what happened to them too, huh? Dylan, Simon, and King?

  Well, rest easy, little doves, you get your happy ending.

  The three of us got married, and we live together here in this charming house nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac.

  I know, you probably want to throw up, right? It’s just too perfect?

  Well, just wait…the kicker is coming!

  A baby’s cry can be heard in the living room. Drying my hands on the towel, I chuckle and whisper a coo in a reassuring tone.

  “I’m coming, sweet darling baby.”

  I stop in front of the bassinet that holds my beautiful baby girl—our daughter. She is so amazing as she cries and balls her tiny pink fists. Huge crocodile tears stain her face, and her cute patch of blond hair is soft as it tickles my cheek.

  I scoop her up and sooth her, rocking her back and forth as I whisper lullabies into her tiny little ear.

  I love my daughter more than anything in the world. Next to being a researcher who creates cleaner coal for the mines around the nation, motherhood was always next on my list.

  I love spending my days with her, cuddling her and sniffing her soft, warm head. She smells like lavender and cream, and I swear my uterus flips every time I hold her.

  After a few songs, she finally stops crying and is hushed back into her interrupted sleep. I shut the television off to scatter silence through the air.

  I want my precious princess to be able to dream peacefully. I carefully place her back in her bassinet and pull a light pink blanket around her so that she won’t get cold.

  In this moment, I’m content and relaxed, and I can’t wait for my men to get home to me later.

  Yes, they still work at the university and are at the forefront of making sure my clean coal initiative continues to thrive and soar to new levels of success.

  The potential for new creativity is never lost on those three hunks—they take my breath away with how smart and savvy they are. Not to mention, being able to take them to bed every night is a blissful dream. They are unique in their own ways and are fireballs in the sack.

  I’m totally addicted to their cocks, I can’t lie. Is that so bad? A girl has to get hers, you know.

  Boy, do I ever. Multiple orgasms take on an entirely new meaning when you have not one, not two, but three amazing lovers.

  Jealous yet?

  Tonight, I’m making them spaghetti with meatballs. It’s King’s favorite, and I try to rotate the menu to a new dish for each guy every night. I want to keep them happy so that we can enjoy a wonderful life together.

  I gently stroke our daughter’s cheek and walk back to the kitchen to face the work ahead. Only one of them is actually her biological father, but we pay it no mind.

  In my eyes, and in their eyes, every one of them is the biological father, because they all give her the same amount of love, affection, and attention that our little princess deserves.

  I get to work on the sauce first, getting dirty as it simmers and splashes in the pot. I roll the hamburger meat into perfect meatballs that I know King will hungrily devour in an hour’s time or so.

  Being a family and raising our daughter together is extremely important to me because I grew up in a large family where love flowed as freely as the air we breathed.

  I know I picked the best fathers the tri-state area has to offer, and they are all mine, forever and ever.

  The baby is the completion to the love we share together, and she’s also the proof that we can live unconventionally and still remain exceptionally happy.

  It’s almost six o’clock as I start putting the fine china dishes on the table. I light a few candles to provide more of a romantic aura to the room.

  It’s all about the ambiance, people.

  I set the spaghetti and meatballs in a bowl in the center of the table and pour each of us a hefty portion of merlot.

  Red wine compliments spaghetti deliciously, and I can’t wait to dig in with the guys.

  I glance at the clock, and just as it strikes six p.m., I’m placing the last plate on the table as the guys walk in.

  They beam at me, greeting me with a kiss.

  “Well, if it isn’t my handsome princes,” I swoon with desire as my pussy gets wet at their handsomeness.

  “You’re a sight for sore eyes, my beautiful love.” Dylan embraces me in a bear hug, and I breathe in the intoxicatingly masculine scent of his cologne.

  I watch as Simon walks over to plant a soft kiss on our daughter’s head. I hope that she sleeps through the dinner so that we can enjoy some quiet alone time together.

  “So, tell me about your days?” I ask as we all sit down together at the table.

  The guys hungrily drool over the feast I slaved over to create for them, but I’m enjoying every moment of it.

  I live for this shit, their compliments at my tasteful cooking talents.

  “Everything looks delicious,” King says as he dives right into the meatballs.

  “I made those especially for you.” I cast him a wink, and he taunts me with a naughty smile.

  “You are amazing,” he says.

  “I concur,” Dylan raises his wine glass.

  “To Krista,” Simon says.

  “To Krista,” the guys chant in unison. “The love of our lives.”

  “Oh, stop it,” I wave a hand dismissively even though I’m secretly loving this. “You guys are too much.”

  “You feed us, you give us beautiful children, and you spread your legs for us so that we can play with that gorgeous pussy of yours any time we want,” Dylan laughs.

  “That’s the best part,” Simon agrees.

  “Well,” I begin in a mischievous tone. “If you three eat all of your dinners and clean your plates like good little boys…” I glance around at them as their eyes glisten, “you can have dessert.”

  King whistles and exchanges a glance with his two friends. “I don’t know about you guys, but that sounds like a pretty fucking fantastic deal to me.”

  “Hell yeah,” Simon agrees with a wink in my direction. “I always save room for dessert.”

  I give them a seductive stare as I sip on my wine, knowing full well that I’m driving them wild.

  “We had good days at work,” Simon remembers my question from earlier before we derailed to the sexy stuff. “It’s nothing compared to coming home to you, though.”

  I blush, feeling loved. “Thanks, guys, it means a lot that you appreciate my hard work. And I love the fact that you go out to work and provide for us.”

  “Are you kidding?” King states with confidence. “We live to please you. As far as we’re concerned, our day just gets started when we come h
ome to you every night.”

  I’m craving them fiercely, intensely. I quickly gobble up my food, so they can whisk me away, upstairs.

  They eat fast, too, their insatiable desire for me front and center in their minds.

  I eye the growing bulges in their pants. “Now,” I command them, “take me upstairs where you get to enjoy the after-dinner treat.”

  The rest is history, and we live each day together in a sea of love and…well…constant and continual orgasms.

  Takedown

  An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

  By Lana Hartley

  Copyright 2018 by Dark Princess Press

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Owen

  “Harder, baby, fuck yeah.”

  I grip Lola’s head as her long, blonde hair bobs up and down on my raging hard cock.

  She slurps and chokes a little, but I don’t fucking give a shit as long as the ending result is how I like it, with me coming all over her fucking face and down her throat.

  I love to squirt my cum on beautiful women at the Expose.

  Oh, yeah, hey, you’re probably wondering who the fuck I am and what the hell’s the Expose? Allow me to explain myself.

  I’m Owen Wolfe, and on the off chance you haven’t heard of me, I’m proud to say I’m a gold card member here at the Expose.

  Right, now you want to know what the Expose is, don’t you? Well aren’t you a demanding little fucker, then?

  Fine, I’ll appease you…for now. You should know, though, that my patience wears extremely fucking thin most of the time, and I’m used to getting what I fucking want.

  The Expose is the hottest, yet most discreet private strip and sex club in all of Manhattan. The best part? Well, it’s only three blocks from my penthouse, so if I have the urge to spray my cum on some dancer’s face, all I have to do is walk down the street and in seconds some desperate and yet high-class stripper will have her hands all over me.