Royally Shared (The Triple Crown Club Book 1)

by Madison Faye

  “Fuck it,” Luke stood, pacing the floor and stroking his jaw like he did when he was thinking over some sort of air-tight business contact.

  “Let’s do this. It’d be hard fucking work, and there’s going to be major pushback, but I think we could do this with the right backing and the right laws. This country wants us back in power instead of the crooks running the senate, I think that’s obvious to see. We’d have the backing of the public, we just need the right people near the top to see the good in this.”

  I grinned, and slowly, I watched a smile break over Victor’s scowling face.

  “Let’s do it,” he said quietly, standing as well. We brought our glasses together over the table, a burning, tingling energy creeping and spreading through the whole room.

  “Let’s do it,” I said again as we toasted. “Let’s put our country back together.”

  Chapter 18

  Julia

  After the world’s longest bubble bath, I wrapped a sumptuous robe around myself and stepped out into Luke’s master bedroom.

  The sight that greeted me brought a red to my cheeks that even burned through the flush from the bath.

  The three of them were waiting for me, in their boxer briefs — three gorgeous, muscled, chiseled bodies and the three perfect, amazing, protective, kind, loving men who they belonged to.

  They grinned at me, eyes taking me in as they moved towards me. Micah handed me a champagne flute.

  “What’s this?”

  “We’re celebrating,” he grinned.

  “Oh?”

  “Yep,” Vic flashed me an electrifying smile before he leaned in and kissed me slowly.

  “We’re taking our country back.”

  My brows shot up. “As in…”

  “As in reuniting Revania under one banner again,” Micah said, sliding against me, his hand toying with the ties to my robe.

  Whoa.

  This was big. Revania had been three separate countries — North, South, and West — since I was a little girl. Bringing them back together was a huge deal.

  “Can you even do that?”

  “Damn right we can,” Luke muttered before his look softened. “It’s not going to be easy, but it’s time. And it’s what the people want anyways. Besides,”

  He grinned as he leaned close, kissing me.

  “We’ve got something to unite us now.”

  “Something, huh?”

  I stuck my tongue out at him as he growled and pulled me tight to him

  “Someone,” he said quietly. “Someone none of us want to ever let go of.”

  My heart skipped as I looked up into his eyes, then turning to look at Micah and Victor.

  “Stay,” Victor purred, his hands circling me. “Stay, and be with us for always.”

  “How would that even work?”

  Micah shook his head. “That’s something we’ll figure out. But it’s all details. What matters is—”

  “Us,” I finished for him.

  They all nodded.

  “Well,” I sighed, tapping my chin like I was making a hard decision and trying to hide the grin as I watched their faces turn anxious.

  “I suppose you do have a much nicer bathtub than I do.”

  The three of them snorted out laughs, Luke shaking his head and arching a brow at me.

  “That’s the deal-sealer huh?”

  “It’s a pretty great tub,” I teased.

  Victor chuckled and pulled me close.

  “Would the fact that all three of us are completely in love with you do anything to sway you?”

  The heat bloomed through me, my heart flip-flopping in my chest as I looked up into all their eyes.

  And I knew without a doubt it was true. I knew it was complicated, and that it wouldn’t be easy, and that people would have a lot to say about it, but there was no denying it.

  They loved me, and I was helplessly, hopelessly, and totally in love with them.

  “I think it just might,” I whispered, melting against Victor and letting my lips press to his.

  I felt the other two move in behind me, and when the hands pulled at the tie of my robe, I moaned into Victor as they pulled it gently from my body.

  They moved me to the bed in slow motion, and when I went to reach for their cocks, Luke shushed me, pushing my hand away.

  “Lie back, beautiful. Tonight’s about you.”

  Three sets of hands pushed me back onto the bed as three hungry mouths found my body. My breath caught, my skin shivering as they let their lips and tongue and teeth devour me. My whole body melted, my eyes closing and a gasp caught on my lips as they moved over me. A tongue slid between my legs, curling around my clit before pushing deep into my pussy. Hands lifted my leg up and back towards my chest, spreading me wide as another tongue swirled over my ass.

  Another set of lips — Micah, I think, if I can remember through the haze of pleasure — kissed my mouth deeply, swirling his tongue with mine before moving to my neck. Lips grazed my skin there, making me gasp before he moved lower. His tongue teased my nipples as his two friends licked me between my legs, driving me higher and higher, until I was screaming my release to the ceiling.

  They took their time that night.

  Luke went first, holding my legs wide by the backs of my knees as he drove into me. Micah’s cock slipped between my lips, pulsing so hard and ready against my tongue. Victor’s strong powerful hands teased my body as his friends fucked me from both ends, until they switched.

  Luke’s cock was at my mouth then, and though I could taste my own sweetness on him, the taste only drove me higher, and I moaned as I sucked him hungrily inside. Victor twisted my torso sideways, running his tongue up the seam of my ass and probing my tight little hole deeply with it before he slid in behind me. His thick cock rested at my ass, slowly easing in until the head slipped inside. Pleasure rocked through my body as he began to slide in deep - stretching and filling me so amazingly as Luke took my mouth.

  Micah lifted a leg as he lay in front of me, running the head of his cock up and down my slit and teasing my clit before he found my entrance and pushed inside.

  I moaned loudly, consumed by them, taken by the three of them as they began to rock in and out of me slowly.

  It built, the heat growing hotter and hotter and the wave rolling faster and faster. Micah’s fingers rolled over my clit, Victor’s hands grabbed my ass possessively, and Luke stroked my cheek and told me how beautiful I was as I licked at the head of his thick cock.

  And when I came, it was like a hot wave melting through me. It was like my whole body turning to liquid and exploding into a million pieces. They rocked me through one climax and then another. I was vaguely aware of them switching a few more times, but I was too lost — too drowning in my pleasure to keep track.

  All that mattered was that it was the three of them and me, all together as one.

  When Micah drove his cock to the hilt in my ass and grunted his release, I shattered for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His hot cum filled my ass as Luke’s hand held me tight, grinding his cock balls-deep in my pussy. Vic gaped, and when his cock throbbed between my lips, I moaned as I swallowed every sweet drop of him. Luke roared his release as he followed us over, filling me with all of him as my own orgasm ripped through me.

  Half an hour later, we did it all over again.

  It was later, snuggled in that big bed with my three big, powerful, amazing men holding me tight that I knew without a doubt that I’d never leave this. I knew that I’d fight for this, and hang onto this with everything I had, always.

  Because it was worth it. Love was worth it.

  Epilogue

  Luke

  It wasn’t easy, but we did it. We had to fight like hell, and there were times when shit got real pretty fast. But in the end, we cleaned house.

  As it turns out, there was so much corruption in the three senates that all it took was giving the right guys — the guys in there who wanted to actually serve
the people they were supposed to serve — the right powers to investigate, and the whole rotten house came crashing down.

  We held a public vote — a massive election across all three broken pieces to let the people decide what they wanted. After all, we weren’t tyrants — we weren’t just going to take power. And the people spoke, and they spoke loudly.

  It was a landslide vote for us to reunite the country as one Revania, with Micah, Victor, and myself as the royal council in charge. We took the guys who hadn’t been robbing the country blind from the senate and made them an advisory council to make sure we were fair and just in our rule.

  It worked out pretty fucking great.

  Oh, and the first order of business after the grand reunification ceremony bringing our country back together?

  …We changed some marriage laws — specially, re-wording the use of “couple” in the existing law. I mean hell, if three, or four, or five people wanted to call themselves married, who the hell were we to say no to love?

  We moved Julia’s mom to the best facilities in the country, and her health started to improve almost immediately. The three of us kept our respective palaces, so we wouldn’t be on top of one another, but we ended up all four of us being together at one or the other all the time anyways.

  Julia became Queen of Revania, and the people loved her. Hell, even the haters who were all bent out of shape about the new marriage laws really couldn’t find much to bitch about with her. She was kind, and smart, and beautiful, and brought in a whole new era of public outreach and humanitarian work to our country.

  Dan, her fuck-wad ex, joined the church and took a vow silence.

  …I’m not even fucking kidding.

  Victor’s threat to bring back medieval torture and hot-pokers up assholes may have been the deal breaker, but who knows.

  We stopped going to the Club. It wasn’t sad, it just felt like moving on. That had been certain part of our lives, but we’d found what we’d actually been looking for — a woman to unite us, and bring us together, and fill the holes inside of us we’d been trying to stuff full with meaningless passing fancies. After that, the Club felt more like an old friend we’d outgrown.

  We did make damn sure they fixed their security holes.

  But as it turns out, we weren’t quite done with the Triple Crown Club — not after the whole thing with Julia’s cousin Anya and the drama that rocked the whole club. And certainly not after the shitstorm with her roommate Emma and the Hart brothers — the triplet Princes of Svend.

  But then, those are probably stories for another time.

  Life is not a fairytale, but somehow, we’d found our happy ever after. We’d found peace, and unity, and the final piece of our hearts.

  We’d found love, and really, what else do you need?

  The End

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  As a big thanks from me to you -my lovely reader- for picking up this book, I’ve included two other books of mine here in this new release edition.

  The first, Beasting Beauty, is another “modern royal fairytale”, as well as book 1 of the Possessing Beauty series - the series that the Triple Crown Club books are spin-offs from.

  The second, Paid For Three Times is another panty-meltingly hot mfmm menage romance, and something tells me, you might just be into that ;).

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  Thank you all so much for taking a walk on the forbidden side with me on this new series! Royally Claimed (Anya’s story) and Royally Tempted (Emma’s story) are coming soon!

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  Madison

  Also by Madison Faye

  “Triple Crown Club” Series:

  Royally Shared

  Royally Claimed

  Royally Tempted

  “Possessing Beauty” Series:

  Beasting Beauty

  Stealing Beauty

  Sharing Beauty

  Hunting Beauty

  “Forbidden” Series:

  Flirting With The Law

  Breaking Her Innocence

  “Three Times” Series:

  Bossed Three Times

  Taken Three Times

  Paid For Three Times

  “Twice” Series:

  Twice Driven

  Twice Bossed

  Twice Tackled

  “First Time” Series:

  Legal

  Professor

  Freshman

  Sugar & Spice: A Billionaire/Virgin Romance

  About the Author

  Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!

  Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!

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  Beasting Beauty

  Beasting Beauty

  One taste of her sweet untouched innocence, and I’ll lose all control…

  They call me a beast, though I was a prince, once. I still am, even if I’ve spent the last four years shutting myself away from the world because of the darkness inside of me.

  But royal duty has left me no choice but to attend a “suitor’s ball” in a neighboring kingdom. Finding a wife is the very last thing on my mind, until the moment I lay eyes on her - the far too sweet, far too innocent, far too untouchable Princess Isla.

  One look at those big dark eyes and luscious curves, and I need to possess her.

  One taste of those lips, and I lose control of the beast inside.

  One touch of her soft, untouched body against mine, and she belongs to me.

  Forget that she’s off-limits. Forget that she’s never been touched. Forget the darkness hanging over my head and clawing at my past. I’m claiming this princess tonight.

  First, I’ll take her as my queen. Then, I’ll take her in my bed.

  Princess Isla’s unchained the beast, and I won’t rest until I’ve claimed her in every way I can.

  *Please note that each of the Possessing Beauty books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers.

  Beasting Beauty is a quick and filthy modern twist on a fairytale involving a dark, utterly obsessed alpha hero and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to give you the vapors. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!

  Copyright © 2017 Madison Faye

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  Editing: Sennah Tate

  Cover: Coverlüv

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of pr
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  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.

  Chapter 1

  Isla

  I gasped as the corset top tightened, glaring at my sister in the mirror.

  “You did that on purpose.”

  Ilana grinned at me, her big blue eyes twinkling mischievously as she finished pulling at the back of the dress.

  “A little.”

  I stuck my tongue out at my oldest sister as she finished lacing up the back and stood back, appraising her handiwork.

  “Well, you can thank me now, because you look hot.”

  I made a face in the mirror, glancing at the pile of dark blonde hair balanced on top of my head, the perfectly applied makeup around my dark eyes and full lips, and the — admittedly — gorgeous gown that now flowed down from my exposed shoulders like a yellow and gold chiffon waterfall.

  Okay, yes, I looked fantastic. I looked beautiful. I looked poised. I looked put together, and regal, and like a perfect porcelain doll ready to be placed on a shelf. I looked exactly how a princess should look.

  Which is exactly why I frowned at what I saw in that mirror.