by Harper West
I vaguely wonder how I could remove cum stains from velvet before another wave of pleasure forces the thought from my mind. Ryker slips his cock from my mouth and lifts my chin gently. He sears a kiss against my lips, kissing me ferociously, tasting his own cum. Harry’s cock is gone, leaving only his cum to fill my aching pussy.
I melt down into the velvet of the throne, taking Ryker with me as his lips never leave mine. I feel Harry’s strong arms wrap around my body, lifting me into his lap. And I dissolve into him, letting the pleasurable throb of my pussy send me into a stupor.
“Good girl,” Harry whispers as I finally open my eyes.
Ryker strokes one of my nipples gently, and my core throbs with desire. “Such a perfect, little jewel for us.”
I smile at my new nickname, the one Ryker made up for me just this morning. Harry kisses me then, his lips moving against my own. And then Ryker is next, turning my head gently towards him so he can claim my mouth with his. I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I’ve been fucking, and fucked by, two men at once. It’s unreal, it’s so naughty. And now I’m in their castle, devoted to them for two weeks.
My stomach rumbles, shattering the silence between us. I blush, ducking my head and letting my dark hair fall over my face. “Oh my God.”
Harry throws his head back, laughing. “Hungry?”
Ryker rises, tugging on his clothes. “Come on, we’ll take you to your room and order some food to be sent up.”
I find my underwear tossed haphazardly behind the throne and move to slip them on, but Ryker snatches them from my hand. He lifts them to his lips. “These are mine,” he murmurs, his grey eyes flashing sensually.
I feel a thrill course through my body at his words and obediently dress without my underwear. I never go without underwear, and I feel even dirtier knowing that Ryker has them tucked into the pocket of his trousers.
Dressed, the three of us leave the throne room behind and head towards a grand staircase. We climb, our footsteps echoing off of the marble steps. “So, I have my own room.” I cock a brow at them.
“Oh, don’t worry, jewel,” Harry says. “It’s right next to ours.”
A shiver trails down my spine at the thought of sleeping in such close proximity to these two gorgeous, unbelievably charming men. On the third floor, we walk down a hallway with arched stone ceilings and massive oak doors on either side. At the end of the hall, Ryker stops in front of a door that’s painted a periwinkle blue. I look at it curiously. “Why is it painted?”
He opens the door and leads me through, Harry trailing behind. “This room was designed for the first Duchess of Themen hundreds of years ago. Fit for a princess, it’s never used, it’s too special. But I think it’s the only room exquisite enough in this castle for you,” Ryker says, a hand drifting down my arm as I take in my room.
There are massive windows on the opposite wall, white sofas and chaises placed in front of an art deco fireplace. A door to the side leads off to a bath, I’m guessing, and in the center of the room sits an enormous, round canopied bed. I gape at the room, at the luxury.
“I can’t stay here, it’s … it’s too nice,” I stammer.
Harry catches me in his arms. “Nothing is too nice for you.”
I smile shyly, uncertainly. “Are you sure?”
Ryker simple lounges on one of the sofas, turning his grey eyes to me and running them over me devastatingly slowly. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he says softly.
And then he’s tugging me into his lap, spreading my legs wide so I’m straddling him on the luxurious sofa. I gasp as I feel the hard bulge of his cock against my heat, and then I sink onto it, grinding softly against it. Harry settles into an arm chair nearby, watching us with bright eyes.
I moan as Ryker’s cock throbs against me, sending my pussy pulsing greedily. He grins lazily at me, his hands running over my body. “You want some more? Is your greedy little pussy getting wet?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone.
“Yes,” I breathe, my fingers fumbling over the buttons of my blouse.
Harry groans then, I glance at him. His cock is hard, erect, and in his hands as he pumps himself, watching me grinding against Ryker. “Let me see you ride him,” he says, his voice deep and gravelly.
I nod, and let my blouse fall away to expose my breasts. They rock in time with my body as I move my hips against Ryker’s. Faster, faster because I fucking need them again. Ryker laughs low and then my nipple in his mouth and he’s biting down. Hard.
“Fuck!” I cry, the pain is delectable, addictive.
He swiftly unzips my jeans and unbuckles his belt. And in a quick maneuver he’s got my pants down around my ankles and his cock out. I eye it hungrily. My pussy is wet, slick and I know Ryker can feel it on his thighs. “You want that big dick inside you?” he growls. I nod breathlessly. “It’s my turn in that velvet pussy.”
And then he’s lifted me above his cock, poised to plunge into me. I sink onto him, gasping as his girth fills me up. And then I bounce, lifting myself up and dropping back down on his cock as he groans beneath me.
“Ride me hard, fuck!” Ryker roars as I roll my pussy over him.
Suddenly, Harry is beside us, breathing raggedly. I glance at him, at his cock, glistening with precum. His hand is gripping the shaft, moving swiftly as he watches my breasts and my wet pussy and my keening face. I lock eyes with him, running my tongue over my parted lips. And then his mouth is on mine, claiming it while Ryker’s dick is still in my pussy and the thought drives me wild.
I moan into him and rock faster on Ryker. His hands dig into my hips and he murmurs commands. Faster. Higher. Slow. Bounce on me, baby. Faster. Suck his cock.
And I obey every word. Harry’s dick is in my mouth now, he’s groaning into me, his head turned to the ceiling. Ryker is panting, his hands drifting wildly from my hips to my ass to my breasts and back again as if he can’t touch me enough.
My pussy clenches around Ryker’s cock and he grunts, lifting his hips to dive further into me. I’m getting close now, the ecstasy building into a crescendo in my body. Harry’s cock is twitching in my mouth, pulsing and I know he’s close to coming with me. I want them both to come with me. And so I bounce harder, faster, driving Ryker’s pussy deep into me the way I know he likes.
“Fuck, baby! Come for us, baby, come like the dirty girl you are,” Harry growl, pinching my nipple.
And I am a dirty girl. With two men inside me at once, less than twenty minutes after they made me come so hard, I’m a dirty girl. And I love it.
Ryker’s hands dig into my hips, he lifts me up and slams me down onto him, sending me gasping. I thought he had filled me up before, but now my pussy is stretched taut, taut enough to send ribbons of pleasures curling my toes. “You like it when I stretch you out like this?” he grumbles, his eyes on my face as my lips part in a silent keen. “Come for us. Come for us now.”
And I do. Right as he demands it, my pussy exploding with fireworks and lava and lightning. It clenches tight around Ryker’s cock, and he hisses with pleasure as he releases his cum inside me. He trembles as he orgasms, clutching at me. I hold him tightly with one hand, pressing his face to my breast, while the other clutches at Harry’s bare thigh beside my face. I suck and suck as I ride my orgasm, feeling Ryker grinding into my pussy still.
Then Harry’s cum fills my mouth and I don’t need him to tell me to swallow it. I take him deep, a thin white trail of his cum slipping from my lips as he pours into me. He shudders and jolts, pumping into my mouth like it was my pussy and I can’t wait to have him between my legs again.
I collapse against Ryker, my head resting on the back of the sofa as my climax fades and exhaustion sweeps through me. Harry slips his cock from my lips, still erect. I freeze as a knock sounds at the door, a sharp rap.
“Just a minute,” Ryker calls, lifting me off of his cock and onto the sofa.
He snatches a blanket from the bed and drapes it over me
. I clutch it to me, covering my breasts and tucking my feet beneath it. Ryker opens the door after slipping his pants back on, though he doesn’t buckle them. A servant stands in the door. His eyes widen slightly as he takes in Harry standing naked and proud beside the sofa, me beneath the blanket, and Ryker half-dressed. But he gathers himself quickly.
“Lord Vogt, Countess Kathryn Dubois is here to see you. She says she’s come at the invitation of Queen Helena,” the servant says, bowing.
“Shit,” Harry murmurs, running a hand through his chestnut hair.
Ryker grows tense, his back stiffening until its ramrod straight. I look worriedly between the two of them but remain silent. “Thank you, you may tell her I’ll be there shortly,” Ryker says, closing the door.
He turns, leaning heavily against the wall, and drags a hand over his neatly-shaved face. “Damned Helena,” he mutters.
“What’s going on?” I ask, trading the blanket for my shirt.
Harry is dressing swiftly. “Nothing, we just weren’t expecting company.”
“And we really don’t want it,” Ryker growls, slipping back into his suit coat and buttoning his dress shirt.
I chew my lip as I tug my hair into a ponytail. “Well, who is she? And why would Helena send her?” I ask, burning with curiosity as well as the strong urge to get them back into bed with me.
“She’s a brat with a title,” Harry supplies. “And I have no idea.”
I look to Ryker, he merely shrugs. But his lips are twisted into an expression I can’t place. He bends low and presses a kiss to my forehead. “You stay here, I’ll have dinner sent up.”
Harry tucks my chin up with his knuckle playfully and winks. “Back in a jiffy.”
And then they’re gone, closing the door behind them as they go to meet with this Kathryn Dubois. I sigh, and then turn to look at my surroundings. My luggage is placed in the corner, and I’m dying for a new pair of underwear. Maybe my pink lace pair. And maybe later Harry can rip them off with his teeth.
Chapter 14
Harry
Ryker storms down the hall to the grand staircase. His shoulders are tight with tension and frustration, even from behind him I can feel the waves of rage radiating from him. I hurry to catch up to him, but his long-legged fury is driving him further ahead of me with each step. I’m jogging by the time he’s reached the stairs. Ryker doesn’t wait for me to catch up, flying down the stairs, he takes them two at a time.
As he rounds the corner, I catch sight of his face. His furious expression is enough to fill even me with dread. I force my face to a mask of calm, I know Kathryn well enough to know that she’ll needle us if she sees any emotion on our faces. She’s a bitch, that one. I rush down the stairs behind Ryker, considering Kathryn.
I can’t understand why Helena would have sent her, out of all the women she could consider to set Ryker up with, Kathryn should have been the last. For starters, Kathryn and Helena have been rivals since they were three and learned to speak. I remember at least one instance where Kathryn very purposefully spread rumors about Helena at her own birthday party. And second, Ryker already has a history with Kathryn. A dark and angry history. They’re brief relationship when we were teenagers did not turn out well. After the breakup, Ryker was devastated for weeks.
She’s been a pain in our asses since then.
We’ve reached the main floor, and Ryker headed directly for the lounge where the butler will have deposited her. I’m close on his heels when he throws both doors open with enough force to slam them against the walls. I can’t help but grin when Kathryn jumps at the noise. She’s standing in the center of the lounge, oblivious to the luxury she’s surrounded by. Bookshelves line the walls and plush sofas are scattered around the room.
She turns from looking out the window over the grounds and faces Ryker with a malicious grin. “Hello, darling,” she says. Her lips are as red as blood, her coppery blond hair glaring in the light.
Ryker pauses in the entrance to glower at her. “Kathryn,” he growls, crossing the room towards her. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
She feigns offense, pressing a hand to her chest. “Ryker, I’m shocked.” Her eyes drift towards me and she frowns. “I see you have company. You two always were inseparable.”
I give her my most obnoxiously brilliant smile. Kathryn never liked me, I always saw straight through her bullshit, and told Ryker as much. “Kathryn, always so unpleasant.”
“Harry, always suck a prick,” she bites back.
“Kathryn.” Ryker’s voice is low and dangerous. “What are you doing here?”
Smirking, Kathryn turns her back on us, ignoring us long enough to grate our nerves. She drapes herself over the sofa, flashing her long legs at us. “Helena told me what’s happened. I thought I would put myself to good use.”
Damn that Helena, I curse wordlessly. Of course Kathryn would insert herself into any situation that might prove fortuitous for her. She has a penchant for worming her way into the most unexpected places.
“And why would you think I’m in need of your assistance?” Ryker asks.
She laughs. “Come on, we both know the only person you’re close enough to to marry is your obnoxious best friend here.” She indicates me with a tilt of her sharp chin. “And we have a history. Surely something must have attracted you to me all those years ago. Perhaps we could rekindle it so you can save your province.”
I’m surprised she doesn’t have a leg slung around his waist and isn’t winking. I have to suppress a derisive laugh, if she thinks she ever had anything with him that could compare with Julia, she’s severely overestimating herself.
Ryker snorts. “We had bad sex, Kathryn. I’m in no mood to rekindle any of that.”
Her face colors and she grinds her teeth. I can almost smell the anger rolling off of her. “Watch it, Ryker. You need me.”
He braces his hands on the back of the sofa and leans over her, smiling cruelly. “Except I don’t, Kathryn.”
She’s clearly lost this fight. Her expected victory is crashing in blazing flames all around her. I lean against the built-in bookshelves that line the wall and watch their silent stare-down. It would be amusing to watch Kathryn humiliate herself like this, but as it is, I want her out of this castle. I’m itching for Kathryn to leave so we can continue our unfinished business with Julia.
I chew the inside of my cheek pensively. Counting on Julia to marry Ryker and help save his claim to Theme is a big risk. I just hope she’ll fall for us hard enough to marry Ryker in two weeks. I know we sure as hell have fallen for her. My attention is drawn back to Ryker and Kathryn when she speaks again.
“Get out of my face, Ryker,” Kathryn snarls, leaping to her feet. “You’ve always been such a bastard. I don’t know how any woman could stand you anyway.”
“And you’ll never find out,” Ryker grins mockingly.
Her cheeks flush a bright pink with anger and embarrassment. Rejection like that must hurt, especially coming from someone like Ryker. She glares at me and then back at Ryker. “I don’t think I would want to. No decent woman would. Oh, I’ve heard about your hobby and I think it’s disgusting.”
I know at once that she’s talking about our penchant for taking a single woman at once. I’m not surprised, though not many people know – I’m sure most people would share her opinion. And Ryker and I don’t give a damn about what other people think. Besides, Kathryn is so frigid she thinks nipple play during sex is disgusting, if Ryker is to be believed.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You sound bitter, Kathryn. It’s not a good look for you.”
“Neither is disgrace when I finally stop covering your asses and expose you for the perverts you are. Sleeping with one woman at the same time is obscene!” She stabs a finger towards me.
Her accusation and sputtered words don’t faze us. Suddenly, I hear a soft creak from the door. The servants know better than to eavesdrop, which can only mean one thing. We turn to find Julia standing in the door
frame, her lips parted in surprise. She glances between us all and stammers, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Julia.” I take a step towards her as Ryker does the same.
Kathryn’s eyes narrow on Julia. “So, this is your newest whore,” she says.
Julia flinches under her gaze but holds her ground. “What did you call me?” she asks, her beautiful blue eyes blazing.
“Whore,” Kathryn says, enunciating each syllable slowly. “You’re a slut for sleeping with them both at the same time.”
I feel a cold burn in my gut, an icy rage that I haven’t felt for some time. My instincts scream at me to defend Julia from Kathryn’s vile words. I always worried that any woman we were with would face those kinds of words and attitudes, but with Julia, that fear was ten times what it was for anyone before her. And now that Kathryn has torn into her like that, I want nothing more than to tear her apart. My hands curl into fists at my side as I resist sending Kathryn flying across the room.
Julia colors. “At least I’m not a bitter old hag,” she snaps back before clamping a hand over her perfect, pouty mouth.
A laugh slips past my lips and Ryker looks appraisingly at Julia. She’s a spitfire that one. I never expected her to defend herself with such fire. A part of me thought she would duck out in tears, but this is much more Julia, I think. I turn on Kathryn, who is staring in shock at Julia, as if she’s actually worried that she’s an old hag.
“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome,” I say to Kathryn.
“You know the way to the door,” Ryker says, barely looking at her.
Kathryn stomps towards the door to the lounge but pauses beside Julia. As if she just can’t resist one more jab. “Slut,” she spits.
Julia holds perfectly still until Kathryn’s footsteps echo down the hall. If word wouldn’t get out that a duke assaulted a noblewoman, I would chase after Kathryn and show her exactly how I feel. But that would endanger us all, so we let her leave in peace. Ryker and I take hesitant steps toward Julia, careful because there’s a broken expression on her face. And then Julia spins away from us, rushing back into the halls.
