Her Highness, Princess Perry_Contemporary Reverse Harem

by Serena Akeroyd

  Shit, sometimes it was great that they found her funny, but at times like this, it was mostly annoying.

  “Yes,” she gritted out, placing her hand on his flat belly and letting her fingers splay against the sharp white shirt he wore. “I do. Very much.”

  His nostrils flared. “Another time, but I’ll hold you to that.”

  She swallowed at the promise. “You will?”

  “Gladly.”

  She turned her head and stared up at Xavier. “Is this what I think it is?”

  Xavier’s smile was gentle but earnest. He had a way of smiling with his eyes that warmed her up from the inside out. It was like his heart and soul were involved in each twitch of his lips when he bestowed them on her.

  She loved them. They made her feel like she was being granted something very few people were lucky enough to receive. They made her feel unique, and yes, loved, in return. God, what had she done to deserve such good fortune?

  “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

  She cut Edward a look, her brow puckering a little as she did. “What about George? I thought this was his…”

  “He had other duties to attend to today.”

  That was a non-answer if ever she’d heard one. She turned to Xavier. “Do you want this?”

  “Do you?” he countered, his gaze steady and measured. Free from anger and irritation.

  She licked her lips, nodded. Whenever she’d imagined being shared, it hadn’t been with Xavier and Edward. She’d always pictured George being somewhere in the threesome.

  That he wasn’t, jarred her. But what jarred her more was the fact Xavier wanted this too.

  “Are you sure about this?” she asked him.

  He cocked a brow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “I didn’t realize you were into this kind of thing,” she whispered hesitantly.

  “I wasn’t. But I’m into everything where you’re involved.”

  She gulped, taken aback by that. What had she done to make these men, powerful and rich individuals, look at her the way they did?

  It was like they saw someone else when they looked upon her. Like she was Claudia Schiffer or Bella Hadid or someone crazy insanely gorgeous. Not her.

  She wasn’t gross, by any means. And after her evil stylist was done with her, she looked really nice, but Edward, George, and Xavier nice?

  Nuh-uh.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Xavier asked, but he didn’t sound irritated, just perplexed.

  “Why me?” she asked hoarsely, emotion bleeding into her voice and making her sound as overwhelmed as she felt. “Why are you willing to do this? T-to change?”

  He tilted his head to the side, but Edward caught her attention as he reached for her chin and turned her head to look at him.

  “What do you see when you look at yourself in the mirror, Perry?” He turned her back so she could look up at her reflection. Then, he watched her study herself.

  Perry shrugged, her eyelids dipping down to shield herself from her reflection which was so, so, so there.

  “Perry,” Xavier urged gently, and she knew he wanted to hear her answer to Edward’s question too.

  She licked her lips. “Someone plain. Someone not worthy of…” Of them? No. That wasn’t it. But… “Not worthy of being a princess.”

  “But worthy of us?”

  Hesitantly, she nodded, wincing as the exact copy above her did the same.

  “If anyone knows this, Perry, it’s you—we are more than just our station. I’m more than just a Crown Prince. I’m Edward. Xavier isn’t just a Duke.”

  “I know that,” she snapped angrily. “I don’t understand what you see in me, but I don’t have to. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I don’t question that, I don’t even question why. Not really. And yes, you’re more than just your station. I get that. I know that. I do. But your station is a pretty big fucking part of your lives, Edward. I can’t get away from it.

  “Marrying you, I’m more than just Mrs. DeSauvier. I’m a Crown Princess. Marrying you puts me in a whole other stratosphere. That’s what makes me nervous. What puts me on edge.

  “You’re going to make me a princess and if anyone wasn’t born for that role, it’s me.”

  “And that’s where I disagree,” Xavier said smoothly, and he reached over, not stopping until his weight was half on her, his forearms coming to rest either side of her head so there was no avoiding his gaze. No avoiding him. “You’re beautiful, Perry. Maybe not like a model, but who wants a model and not a real woman? Your eyes are like gemstones, your skin is like cream. I want to kiss the tip of your nose, and make sure that you’re always smiling because a smile from you can bring me to my knees.”

  Considering she’d been thinking the same about him just moments before, his words made her melt.

  “You fill a dress like no one I’ve ever seen, and you’re short enough to bring out all my protective instincts. In heels, I want your legs wrapped around my hips, those damn stilettos digging into my ass. I want to fuck you, I want to love you, I want you to be mine, ours. And, though it’s too much for you to take in right now, the Duke wants the same. Because I am the Duke. And he is me.”

  She swallowed, her blood thundering with the fire-licking at those words. “I know that, silly.”

  “I don’t think you do. I’d make you my Duchess in a heartbeat, Perry. Because for all I want to fuck you and make love to you until you don’t know whether to scream or sob, you’re a wonderful woman.

  “You’re kind and gentle. Generous with yourself. I’ve never seen that miserable bastard next to me laugh as much as he does when you’re around. You bring peace and happiness to my days. Why wouldn’t I do anything to keep you in my life?”

  “But ‘anything’ involves sharing me,” she whispered.

  “Sharing you with two men I love. With two men who need you just as much as I do. You don’t know our world, Perry. And I hope to God that the more at ease you become with it, you don’t let it affect you. I never want you to change. I want you to always be yourself. Even when you’re queen. I never want you to watch your words, or guard your tongue. Just be yourself, Perry, because more than a queen or a princess, you’re ours. And we need you. We need you to be Perry.”

  His words made her mouth tremble and tears prickle. She reached for him, her hand cupping his jaw as she stared deeply into his eyes.

  “Thank you.”

  His smile hit his eyes but he didn’t reply, just reached down and pressed a kiss to her nose.

  “Do you want me and Edward to share you?” he asked after he’d kissed her there then dipped his mouth to her lips.

  She gulped.

  “Do you want us both to give you pleasure?” Edward questioned, and she turned her head to look at him.

  “I-I do.”

  His mouth curved at her response. “There will come a day when you say those words to me and they’ll change your place in this world. But, nothing else matters but this. Do you understand me, Perry?”

  She nodded. Shakily. But it was a nod nonetheless. “How could I not?”

  Chapter Nine

  When Xavier’s mouth captured hers, Perry immediately shuddered. His weight atop her was like a heavy blanket that pressed her into the comfortable feather-down beneath her. It was like being surrounded on all sides, and though it could have been claustrophobic, instead it made her feel grounded. Like she was connected in an intrinsic way to him.

  That connection was something she needed to feel.

  Hell, she needed it with all of them.

  This was such an unusual situation, one she had no experience with outside of books, and they never really dealt with the minutiae of day-to-day-life anyway.

  They were the run-up to a happily-ever-after, but what came after… that was anyone’s guess.

  How did a woman keep three men entertained? How did she maintain the ties between them? Binding them closer and closer so there was no distance, nothing that space
between them that could separate and knock the bond out of sync?

  Xavier was the first of her DeSauvier men she’d slept with, and touching him like this was a reminder of the heaven he’d made her feel.

  She moaned into his mouth as he speared her lips with his tongue. His aggression wasn’t a turn-off. She wanted him—needed him—with all that she was.

  She lifted her arms and pulled him closer to her by his neck, running her fingers through his hair. The thick russet locks were like silk between the digits, and her hips bowed into the mattress as her lower body clenched with the memory of that silk against her inner thighs.

  He tilted her head to the side, and she followed, uncaring, then realized why. Edward was there. He had appeared like a phantom, his lips ghosting along her throat, making her shiver and shudder as his breath skimmed along the tender flesh. Then, his lips were there, his tongue prodding and tasting. She moaned harder when she felt him begin to suck down, and the breath soughed out of her lungs as her eyes popped open.

  She’d always been a neck girl. Her boobs weren’t all that sensitive, but her neck sure as hell was, and the dual torment of Xavier making love to her mouth and Edward’s tender teasing made her melt from the waist down.

  She dragged her lips from Xavier’s, gripping his hair tighter to pull him back as a whimper escaped her. “Oh God,” she bit off, her ass clenching so she arced off the bed a little when Edward sucked down harder. “Oh God,” she repeated, her eyes blind as all her nerve endings went to war with her body.

  “I think she likes that,” Xavier pointed out wryly, and traced the curves of her lips with his tongue.

  Beneath him, she was awash with sensation, and they hadn’t even touched her. Not properly. This wasn’t even second goddamn base.

  Holy shit, how was she supposed to survive this when just their kiss was making her feel like she was losing bone mass and was about to turn into primordial goo on the ancient bed?

  She focused when Xavier’s weight retreated from her chest, but before she could complain, his fingers worked at the few buttons on her shirt. As he parted the sides, he revealed the delicate silk lace of her bra.

  One of Edward’s hands came up to palpate the tender flesh, while Xavier’s fingers nudged the lace out of the way. Before she could do more than squeal, he’d grabbed one of her nipples and had pinched down hard.

  Her ass rocked up off the bed in response and she mewled, “Ouch.”

  Dark laughter fell from the men, but she couldn’t take umbrage. Anyone who could make a woman feel like this without groping her all that much deserved to laugh. Deserved to be fucking triumphant because, sweet Jesus, this felt good.

  Better than good.

  What had Edward told her? George, too?

  That they wanted to overwhelm her with pleasure. That sharing a woman was about her, not them. That they wouldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, until she was a wriggling, writhing mass of sensation.

  Until now, she hadn’t believed them.

  Well, they’d made a theist out of her.

  Her hands were enfolded in one of the men’s strong fingers and her arms were raised until they were above her head. The movement lifted her shoulders, making her breasts rise higher. Before she could process the new position, Edward’s lips trailed down from her throat to her breast and he sucked down on her nipple through the delicate lace bra.

  She clenched her eyes shut as her throat closed too. His lips were like fire against her skin. They set her alight in a way that made her crave him like Perry had never craved before.

  She’d sensed the deep, dark desires in him when he’d made love to her before his proposal. She knew he wanted her to submit to him. Not in a BDSM way, just a dominant way.

  This man wasn’t in charge of his life. Not really. But in this? He was the freakin’ King, and he wanted her to know it; he spent the next few moments making her understand that she was a puppet on his strings.

  Not in a bad way. Just in a way that made her wonder how he knew her body so well.

  Every single one of her pores seemed to surge to life into a well of goose pimples wherever his lips touched. And they touched everywhere. His mouth caressed almost every inch of her torso, but he left her breast alone after that gentle slurp. He had her so hyper-sensitive that she felt like she could jump out of her skin, and the only thing that grounded her was the press of Xavier’s cock against her core, and the way his hands were massaging her thighs, gripping her skin as though he were refraining from touching her elsewhere so Edward could work his magic on her.

  She knew they hadn’t shared before, couldn’t even begin to understand what had made Xavier agree to this, when it had always seemed like George and Edward were the ones who wanted to share her. But the truth was, she didn’t really give a damn. She just needed them. Needed them in a way that stunned her. Made her question everything she’d ever known about herself.

  Then, all thoughts disappeared as Edward retreated. She felt the bed jostle as he left the mattress and her dazed eyes stared at him a tad blindly as she tried to figure out why he’d stopped.

  A gentle smile curved his lips as he took her in. He was amused, but not cruelly.

  “Why?” she complained on a soft, husky breath.

  “Because we’re wearing too many clothes, carilla,” he whispered, using that Veronian word she always forgot to ask about, but the one he called her when he kissed her goodnight.

  Chastely.

  God, she was tired of chaste.

  She was tired of sensible.

  She’d accepted three men into her life, and now she needed them in her bed.

  Every day.

  Every night.

  Call her greedy, but hell, she didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.

  She loved these men, she realized, with a ferocity that would burn anyone who dared to argue, that would raise hell if anyone dared to endanger them. From the depths of her need, she knew that to be the truth. She could only be this way with them, crave them like this because her heart trusted them.

  With them, she could be free, and she couldn’t wait to soar, to explore the liberation they offered her with each kiss.

  When he began to shrug out of his jacket, she watched greedily; his shirt came next. As his hands went to his belt buckle, she licked her lips, the desperate need to taste him so urgent at that moment, it was like she’d been denied breath.

  After he dropped his pants, stepping out of them and his socks and shoes at the same time, she came face to face with an Edward that was totally nude.

  She hadn’t seen him completely undressed. He’d fucked her in his office while they’d both been clothed, and while it ranked as one of the hottest experiences of her life, it began to pale in comparison to the sight of him in the raw.

  Dear God, the man was hung. But more than that, he was hard and taut in all the right places. His skin was supple and golden as it flexed over hard muscles. She licked her lips once more at the sight of his happy trail, craving the taste of him against her mouth, needing to drive him as wild as he’d driven her moments before.

  She cut a look to Xavier, whose hands were still massaging her thighs. His gaze was fixed firmly on her and when he realized he’d caught her attention, he rocked his hips, dragging his cock down the length of her pussy.

  Thanking Christ for skirts, she whispered, “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

  “The same could be said for you,” he teased, but with a squeeze of his hands, he lowered her thighs and stepped away.

  Though she wanted to pout, she also recognized that this was the quickest way to see the two hottest men on God’s green Earth get naked.

  He stripped, revealing paler skin than Edward’s, a creamy gold that made her want to lap him up like a kitten given a saucer of milk. She fell in awe at the sight of both men as they revealed themselves to her.

  Not that they stood there for her perusal. Edward was already back on the bed, and he’d taken Xavier’s spot betwe
en her thighs.

  Against her pantyhose, she felt his naked cock rub against the nylon and whimpered at the pressure.

  “Do you want to be naked, baby?” he whispered as he unfastened the front clasp of her bra. When her breasts spilled out, too big as goddamn usual, he grabbed them in his meaty fists and began to squeeze them.

  Her eyes widened as he squeezed to the point of pain, until the flesh turned an angry shade of pink. Then, with a careful hand, he tapped the skin with his fingers.

  Unable to speak, she watched as he repeated that twice more, tapping different spots, making her doubly sensitive in those primed areas.

  Breathless, she watched as he lowered his head and tugged her nipple between his teeth.

  In every other aspect of his life, Edward was charm itself. Debonair and charismatic. Controlled in a way that couldn’t be healthy.

  But here?

  She knew this was where he ran wild, and she loved that the liberation he made her feel was something they could share.

  Then, she clenched her eyes shut as he bit down hard on her nipple. She grabbed his head as she squealed, her nails dragging over his scalp as she disturbed the tight waves of his hair.

  “Ow,” she whined, then whimpered when he sucked it harder between his lips. “Oh, damn, don’t stop.”

  Xavier chuckled, and she realized he was watching. Before she could even be embarrassed, he climbed onto the mattress at her side, where Edward had been before, and with his change in position, something caught her eye.

  Their reflection.

  Her mouth gaped at the sight above her.

  Two naked men—like Adonis reincarnated, the pair of them—were tending to her. Worshipping her.

  She was dressed, but she was splayed out wantonly, and from the way they were staring at her, caressing her, loving her, it was evident that though she was outnumbered, she was the center of this deliciously sordid little display.

  At this moment, whether they knew it or not, they’d made her their queen.

  And that realization ignited her senses.

  She tried to study the little she could see of Edward’s expression in the mirror, but all that was really visible was her bright pink breasts where he’d squeezed and tapped. She’d have marks there tomorrow, and maybe that should have upset her, but it didn’t.