Seduced By Her Royal Dukes: A MFM Royal Menage Romance

by Harper West

  I gasp and tremble as the orgasm fades, my scream still echoing through the Hall of Mirrors. I hardly notice Ryker slip his fingers from my pussy, leaving a tender kiss on the inside of my thigh. Ryker is on his feet now, an arm wrapped around my waist. Vaguely, I come back to my consciousness and realize my pants are around my ankles. I feel a wave of embarrassment at the sight of myself in the mirror. Flushed, glistening in sweat, and half-dressed in a room filled with gold. But Harry is dressing me then, gently, sweetly. And as Ryker lets me rest against his chest and I hear the steady beating of his heart I realize that while these two men dominated me, they would also be the sweetest of lovers. And I realize that I like to be dominated. The pleasure was greater than any I’ve ever had. And I want it again.

  I smile at them, a sleepy smile because I’m still riding the aftershocks of my first ever orgasm that I didn’t bring myself. Ryker’s lips are in my hair, pressing kiss after kiss to my head. “A jewel,” he whispers so softly only I can hear it. “Our jewel.”

  Harry finishes dressing me, and I want him close to me, so I make a weak attempt to catch his shirt. He grins and closes the small gap between us until I’m sandwiched between the two of them. I cup Harry’s cheek, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my wrist. I can still feel their dicks through their suits, hard and throbbing. But they don’t seem to mind, they don’t demand anything more of me. I consider jacking them both off at once, but I don’t trust myself to stay standing without their support.

  I still can’t believe I was with two men at once. I never even considered being with two men at once, it wasn’t something that crossed my mind before Levere. And now, I can’t understand why I never tried it before. But I know, it’s because it had to be with Harry and Ryker. I can’t fathom that they took me to a place of ecstasy beyond my wildest imaginings, even in the bath of the hotel in Levere. It was wrong to be with two men at once. Dirty, I knew that, but it felt so, so right. And I wanted more.

  “That was my first time,” I say, still catching my breath. “It was incredible.”

  More than incredible, but I simply can’t find the words to describe what Harry and Ryker did to my body, and what they do to my heart. Though I think that mind-blowing orgasm said it all. I worry that the entire palace heard my scream, that would be embarrassing.

  “First time with two men at once,” Harry says matter-of-factly.

  I smile wryly. “Well, yes, but I meant…having an orgasm.” I blush a deep pink and move a little further into Ryker’s broad chest. His broad shoulders, strong chest and arms make me feel safe. And my confession has made me more than a little vulnerable.

  Ryker’s arm tightens around me. “You mean neither of the men you’ve been with finished you?” he asks, his voice stiff.

  “Well, no, I would just fake it.” I shrug, and then a laugh bubbles out of me at the absurdity of it. “I just realized I’ve been faking it wrong. That was…incredible.”

  It was breathtaking, it was ecstasy, it was naughty, it was perfect. I want to do it again right now. But I’m exhausted, and I’m not sure how to instigate something like that. So, I simply rest against them, letting the warmth of their toned bodies wash over me. It’s only then that I realize how quiet they are.

  Harry’s hand is on Ryker’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. I glance up at Ryker, his grey eyes are focused on something in the distance. Suddenly, I feel a knot in my stomach, my gut twists as I realize that I may have just made them suspicious that I faked an orgasm for them.

  “What’s wrong? Did I say something? Oh, God, did I do something wrong?” My mind is racing, and my heart is beating too fast. I know Ryker can feel it, and with Harry’s fingers playing against my wrist, he can feel it too.

  “Fuck no,” Harry says sharply. He kisses me quickly, deeply, his tongue barely darting into my mouth. It was short, but enough to leave me breathless.

  “I doubt you could ever do anything wrong,” Ryker murmurs, sending my cheeks flushing. “If I could, I would give those men a lesson on how to fuck a woman properly. I hate men like that.”

  I loose a breath, relief flooding through me. The thought of losing these men after I’ve just barely found them made my heart drop like a stone. How could I be this attached to them when I barely know them? We met less than twelve hours ago, and yet, I feel like I’ve known them for years. They kiss me then, quickly and fiercely. Ryker’s grip on my chin is almost painful, but his lips on mine make me forget about everything else. And then Harry steals a kiss, turning my head towards him. Two men at once, I pant as he pulls away.

  I notice their stiff cocks again, hard again after they had begun to relax. “You guys didn’t finish.” I don’t feel any better than those men who only took care of their own needs now.

  Harry grins wickedly at me, and my pussy throbs beneath his gaze. “There’s time for that later, sweetheart.”

  God, I wish there was time for that now. I know they share my sympathies when Ryker’s hand drifts down my back to graze the exposed skin of the small of my back. I shudder softly under his touch, and his eyes blaze.

  “I think the only parts of Nordonia I need to see are attached to you both,” I say teasingly, my fingers playing against their zippers. I love the bulge of their hard dicks in their pants, it’s the kind of sensation that sends a thrill of pride through me, as well as a hint of pleasure. What those cocks could do to my body, I wonder.

  “Careful, Julia, we’ll hold you to that,” Harry growls, leaning into my touch.

  Ryker steals my breath when his hand slips down my ass and between my legs. He rubs my pussy, just giving me a taste, before his hand disappears. I’m already aching for it to return. “I hope you do,” I say. And I mean it. God, I mean it.

  My nipples stiffen under their gaze, and I barely notice that my blouse is still unbuttoned. But when their eyes drift down to my milky white breasts and blush pink nipples, I accept that I would walk around topless for these men for the rest of my life. Ryker swiftly reaches to the bottom and starts buttoning my blouse, though his eyes never leave my breasts. Harry earns a growl from Ryker after his hand darts into the shirt to pinch one of my nipples a final time.

  But the pinch is enough to remind me of all his hands did to me just moments ago. I gasp softly, my eyes bright with desire. It’s hardly been five minutes and I want them both again. I wonder if I’ll ever stop wanting them now that I’ve had a taste.

  Suddenly, the doors slam open, the gilded golden doors slamming against the mirrors lightly. I flinch at the sound, and Ryker immediately moves in front of me protectively. Harry rolls his eyes as a stout well-muscled man enters. The older man has buzzed gray hair and glowers at Harry and Ryker.

  “Ryker, Harry,” the man says. “Helena has reopened the session with the counselors, she demands your presence.”

  I watch curiously as he and Harry spar. But then Ryker’s hand is on the small of my back, guiding me towards the man and the doors. They speak briefly, and then the man is leading us away from the Hall of Mirrors. I pinch at Harry’s sleeve.

  “You two are leaving?” I ask, my unspoken question hanging in the air between us.

  I don’t want them to go. And more importantly, are they going to toss me aside now that they’ve claimed me? I feel my stomach drop at the thought.

  Harry’s hand snakes to my ass and he rests it there lightly, territorially. “Only for a few hours.”

  Ryker turns to me, taking my hands in his. “Listen, we want you to stay with us, in Nordonia.”

  I choke back my surprise. “What?”

  We’ve reached the side entrance that leads into the alley, Bruno is waiting impatiently. Ryker walks backwards, our hands still entwined, leading me outside. “Stay with us. We can go to Themen, we can go to Anhalt. We can even stay here, in Ivanfjord. Wherever you want to go, but stay with us,” he says, his voice is soft.

  “But, I’m only in Europe for a few more weeks and then I have to go back to the US, to my job,” I say. I
want to stay, my heart squeezes painfully in my chest at the thought of leaving Harry and Ryker.

  “Just stay for the rest of your trip then,” Harry suggests, his lips graze my ear and send a shiver through me.

  We’re in the streets now, Bruno is walking behind us, I suspect he’s a security guard. “I don’t know…” I trail off. “Maverick and Martha…”

  “Will be fine without you.” Ryker drags a finger over my lips. “We won’t.”

  I blush at his words. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. No one has ever needed me the way these men do. It’s intoxicating, thrilling.

  “Alright,” I concede, they grin victoriously at each other. I don’t mention that spending the next few weeks with them will make it even harder to leave, and I know I’ll have to leave. For now, I just won’t think about that. I’ll simply enjoy being with Harry and Ryker.

  The Hall of Senators rears up before us and we pause in front of it. A group of tourists rushes past, posing on the steps. I glance up at the imposing building. “What should I do?” I ask.

  “Take in more of the city, we’ll be waiting for you on these steps when the meeting is over,” Ryker says. “If you can, try to get to the Ivanfjord Library, tell them Lord Vogt sent you. It’s a magnificent place.”

  Harry rolls his eyes. “Or boring. I would suggest the bridge that runs over the fjord, there’s a ferris-wheel there.”

  I smile at both of them and nod. Ryker squeezes my hands before releasing me and bounding up the steps. Harry drops a peck to my cheek. At the top of the stairs, they turn and give me a final wave before disappearing into the Hall of Senators.

  I feel a grin stretch over my face at the prospect of spending the next few weeks with Harry and Ryker. My stomach is doing somersaults with excitement, and I can hardly believe that two Dukes of Nordonia fucked me right in the palace. And they want to do it again.

  Chapter 11

  Ryker

  The senators and Helena are scowling when Harry and I enter the conference room, sauntering in as if we hadn’t fucked a beautiful woman less than twenty minutes before. At this thought, I eye Harry, and find him grinning back at me. It took all of my will power to put my own duty before Julia and all of the dirty things I want to do to her. Leaving her outside was one of the hardest things Harry and I have ever done.

  We take a seat in the revolving leather chairs around the glossy table, a table I wouldn’t mind taking Julia on. I close my eyes for a brief moment and imagine her lying on her back on the table, naked, flushed, and glistening in sweat. I would lick her pussy until she was shaking, begging me to fuck her. Begging both of us to fuck her.

  Helena clears her throat noisily, and my eyes fly open as I’m jolted back to reality. I’m as hard as an iron pipe, and my mouth is practically watering for another taste of Julia’s sweet pussy. Harry leers at me, noticing my erection, but I know Julia is still on his mind as well.

  “Napping, Ryker?” Helena snips, picking at her manicured nails.

  “My apologies,” I say as I dip my head in a shallow bow. I would rather accept the slight than explain that I was lost in a fantasy involving a very beautiful American and my best friend.

  None of the senators are aware of the fact that Harry and I have sworn off of traditional sex entirely. We operate together or not at all. And we can’t imagine that they would be particularly accepting of that fact, so we keep our private lives excessively private. Earning ourselves a lot of media interest in the process. Lords Vogt and Roth Spotted Outside Single Woman’s Apartment! Deviant Dukes Disappear for Two Weeks for Secret Rendezvous!

  The tabloids are nonsensical, and we ignore them. But we don’t deny the effect they could have on our reputation, and Helena’s, if we were to slip up. Helena sits tall in her chair at the head of the table and waves a hand. “Now, we’ve settled the decision of my engagement, we haven’t reconvened to debate it – it’s set in stone. I have called everyone back because an urgent matter has been brought to my attention. Senator Hans,” she indicates another Lord, “Please take the floor.”

  A squirrely looking senator across the table stands. Harry is eyeing me, his lips quirked into an amused smile. Hans has always been an object of amusement for us, always inserting himself into important conversations, always trying to squirm his way into a position of power. His family, more specifically him, is next in line to rule over my province, Themen, and never lets me forget it.

  I cross my arms over my chest, flexing my muscles as Hans glances at me. I smile wickedly, a deadly, dangerous smile. A warning. Sweat glistens on his brow, but he doesn’t back down, drawing out a few papers from his briefcase. I can only hope he gets this over with quickly. Julia is waiting for us. And hopefully fucking herself again in anticipation.

  He clears his throat. “As you know my family and I have always been devoted to Nordonia’s history. We recently uncovered a document of particular importance to Themen.” He places a few pages of text onto the table. I lean forward, twisting one around to face me so I can scan the document. “It appears that a particular clause of the Vogt family’s claim to power has been neglected and forgotten.”

  “What are you going on about?” Harry demands, his green eyes flashing angrily.

  Helena sighs and shoots Harry a look to shut up. “Hans, please, get to the point.”

  “Yes, Your Majesty. Lord Ryker Vogt has no legal claim to the Duchy of Themen unless he is married,” Hans explains, his voice warbling nervously.

  He shoots me a triumphant smile as a scowl slips over my face. “What the fuck?” I say softly, crumpling the paper copy of the text he’s citing in my hand.

  He goes on, “As such, I propose that Lord Vogt relinquish his Duchy to the Hans family immediately.”

  “You mean you,” I snarl, jumping to my feet. I slam my fists onto the table, and the little man jumps back an inch. “You greedy little bastard.”

  “Lords.” Helena’s voice is laced with warning. “Sit down now, or I’ll have my security remove you from the premises.”

  I scowl, my heart beating loudly with fury in my chest. But I sit, and Harry and I turn our glares on Hans. I’ve never heard anything about this clause, and my family has ruled Themen for generations.

  “Senator Hans, thank you for bringing this ancient law to our attention,” Helena sneers. “Nonetheless, we are obligated to follow its proceedings. Ryker, I’m giving you two weeks to marry. If, at that time, you are not wed, you will surrender your title and Duchy to Senator Hans. You may all go.”

  Hans grins at me, gloating. I snap my teeth at him, my eyes as cold and dangerous as a glacier. Hans lurches back, collecting his briefcase and scuttling from the room. Harry spins towards me, leaning forward, his hands clasped together. He turns his green eyes on me. “This is bullshit,” he whispers.

  “That bastard,” I hiss, watching Hans waddle from the room.

  Helena approaches, adjusting the blazer of her pantsuit. “Ryker, I am sorry,” she says, laying a hand on my shoulder. “I hope you understand that as your friend, I would have had Hans tossed out on his ass for bringing that five-hundred-year-old document in here. But as your queen…I had no choice.”

  I force myself to nod, grinding my teeth. It’s an effort to resist glaring at her, but I know she was in no position to reject Hans’s ludicrous measure. “I know,” I finally grind out, my voice like gravel.

  She nods and gives my shoulder a final squeeze before sweeping out of the room with her security, leaving only Harry and me. And the elephant in the room. I’m in no position to marry, there are no women I’m interested in besides Julia. And quite frankly, I’m not interested in marrying a woman that’s entirely monogamous. I would miss that taste of making women come so wildly and powerfully with Harry. It’s out of the question.

  “Fuck,” I curse, slamming my fist against the table once, twice, three times.

  Harry sighs and falls back into his chair. He unbuttons his blazer and the top buttons of his
dress shirt. “What the hell are you going to do?” he mumbles.

  “Harry.” I grow somber. “I can’t just marry any woman.”

  “I know,” he says.

  “I can’t … I can’t,” I groan, struggling to find the words. “Julia.”

  He nods, understanding what I mean to say. “I know. We only just found her. I don’t want to let her go either.”

  “I can’t stomach the thought of being with another woman, even in a loveless marriage simply to keep my title. I can’t even fucking think of it,” I groan.

  Harry shakes his head, frowning at the floor. “Wait one goddamned minute.” He lifts his head, eyes bright.

  I know that look. “Harry, whatever insane idea you’ve just had, save it.”

  “No, no.” He stands. “You’ll like this one.”

  Loosing a breath, I rip my tie off, stuffing it into my pocket. “Fine. Dazzle me.”

  “Julia,” he says simply.

  “What about her?” I growl.

  “You marry Julia.”

  My blood runs cold as her name slips from his lips. I stare soberly at him; my best friend has stopped his pacing and grips the back of his chair so tight his knuckles are white. “Harry,” I start, speaking quietly. “I can’t do that. You know that. Neither of us could do that to the other.”

  We’ve had an agreement, for years, since we first began our little experiment that neither of us could claim one of the women for ourselves. And if a time ever came that one of us lost interest before the other, we dropped that woman immediately. It was a mutual agreement to protect ourselves. Sharing women could lead to jealousy, which led to a fractured friendship. And that we couldn’t have. And thus, everything has to be equal.

  He sighs. “Look, you can marry her by law and keep your title. She could be your wife by law, and we could continue our liaisons. We both feel…strongly about her. You’re my best friend, I know we could make it work. And I would be willing to break the rules for you.”

  Strongly doesn’t begin to cover how we feel for Julia. Unbridled passion is more accurate. I chew my lip. “Are you sure?”