Once Upon A Scandal: Royally Screwed: Book 6

by Faye, Madison

  “Hey, you disappeared too, ya know.”

  I blushed just as deep as her before I could stop it.

  “So… spill it.”

  We were hurrying out the garage and back to the main house. After all, we had to get changed out of these dresses before Marta and her horrible daughters came back.

  “Fuck no,” I said quickly, trying to swallow the heat from my face. “You first.”

  “Not a freaking chance,” she blurted out.

  I rolled my eyes. I mean, this was getting ridiculous. I was pretty sure we could both guess that the other had run off with a guy. Of course, if I was right about her, well, that was quite the scandal. I mean, the King?

  But then, so was mine. Maybe more-so, honestly. Sure, Emilia might have gone and hooked up with our King, but I’d run off and lost myself with two men. At once! And two princes at that.

  “Can we just spill it already?” I shook my head as we unlocked the kitchen door and slipped into the house.

  “Look, you’ve had this crazy look on your face and the flushed cheeks and everything. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you went and got laid when we got separated back there.”

  Emilia about tripped over her own feet, stumbling to a stop, and I whirled, my jaw dropping.

  “Hang the fuck on. Did you get laid?”

  I blinked in shock. No, it wasn’t like Emilia and I were “untouched virgins” — I mean please, we were twenty-four years old. But, it also wasn’t like we dated much. Or got out much at all. And having sex with a man she’d just met — even if he was famous and she’d been celebrity-crushing on him for years, was way outside the norm for Emilia.

  Or for me, at that

  But she shook her head, wrinkling her nose. “At a royal ball? Please. No, of course not.”

  I arched a brow, following her as she darted down the stairs to her basement room.

  “Well, I think that’s bullshit.”

  Her nervous laugh basically gave it away.

  “Think whatever you want, I was just trying not to get busted by hiding out.”

  “Yeah? And when you were hiding, did you just happen to fall into some sort of magical hickey-potion that left those marks on your neck?”

  She gasped, her hand darting to her neck. But, come on. I’d seen those bruises the second we’d bumped into each other. And when she looked at me, her face red, I just grinned, smirking triumphantly.

  “Vi, it’s not what you —”

  “Hey.” I smiled, taking her hands in mine. “You know I’m not judging. I’m just curious why you’re being all cagey about it.”

  Yes, I was pushing her. I was ninety-nine percent sure I knew what’d happened back there. But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear it from my best friend that she’d hooked up with the freaking King at his own “find a queen” ball.

  Emilia stammered, biting her lip. “Look, forget it, okay?”

  “Unlikely,” I snorted. “But I’ll drop it for now. That work for you?”

  She smiled sheepishly. “That works.”

  I rolled my eyes, turning to unzip my dress. I slipped off, cursing as my long hair tangled in the straps. I grumbled, tugging the dress up over my head, my stupid hair pulling up with it.

  Emilia gasped sharply, and suddenly, my pulse skipped a beat.

  Oh shit.

  My hair. My hair that I had been wearing down. Down, which very conveniently hid the massive hickeys on my own neck from the McDermott princes.

  …The massive hickeys that I was pretty sure Emilia was now getting an eyeful of.

  “Oh now what is that? Hmmmm?!” she crowed triumphantly. She marched over and spun me around, yanking the dress out of my hands and jabbing a finger at my neck.

  “That is totally a hickey!”

  I blushed furiously, shaking my head. “No, it’s just…”

  “Oh please, tell me what it is then.”

  My friend beamed, clearly enjoying having turned the tables on me.

  “You —”

  Her eyes darted to the other side of my neck, and her grin faded.

  “Holy shit, Vi. Did he get bored with one side and attack the other?”

  I swallowed, trying to make words and failing as I blushed furiously

  “No, it’s not like that.”

  Emilia howled with laughter as she yanked her own green dress off and slipped on some pajamas. She turned, that teasing look on her face.

  “I mean, God, what were there, two of ‘em or something?”

  My lips pursed shut, and the room went silent. And slowly, Emilia’s eyes went wide as her jaw about hit the floor.

  “Vi?” she whispered.

  I chewed on my lip, my eyes wild as I tried to make words. Or as I tried to reconcile what was going through my head. As I tried to make peace with the insanity of earlier and having run out on, well, the best thing I’d ever felt.

  “Look, can we please just drop it?”

  “Um, no, we most certainly cannot! Did you for real get hickeys from two different people tonight?”

  I couldn’t lie. Not to her. Not with how close we were. So, I just nodded, and this time, I swear her jaw did hit the floor.

  “Holy shit, girl!” she choked out. “That is way crazier than kissing King Ria —”

  Her mouth snapped shut, but not soon enough. And I grinned gleefully at her as she accidentally let me know just how right I’d been.

  Busted.

  “Those hickeys are from King Rian?!”

  “Please don’t say anything!” Emilia pleaded, her face falling. I smiled, taking her hands in mine.

  “Of course not. But shit, lady. How does that even happen?”

  “I don’t know!” she wailed, flopping across her bed. I joined her, lying down next to her and whistling lowly.

  “This is huge. You seriously kissed King Rian, at his ball where he’s looking for a queen?”

  “In his throne room.”

  I snorted a laugh, shaking my head.

  “And it was more than kissing…” she said quietly.

  My brow arched as I turned, our eyes meeting. “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded.

  “Can I tell you a secret?”

  She nodded. “Please.”

  “Mine was more than kissing too,” I whispered.

  This time, it was her jaw that dropped. “Wait, and was this really with two different guys?” She blushed, blinking at me. “Did the second one know about the first?”

  …Yeah, she hadn’t quite grasped what I’d been saying.

  My face went bright red as I stammered. “Uh…”

  She frowned, and I cringed.

  “Yeah, the second one knew,” I said slowly.

  “Wow, that’s crazy that he —”

  “Because it was at the same time.”

  Emilia sat bolt upright in bed, her jaw smacking the floor as her eyes about bugged out of her head.

  “Okay, details, and I want them now!” she squealed, her face bright red.

  “No way!”

  “Come on!”

  “Later?” I sat up, taking her hands. “Look, you know I’ll tell you, especially after that bomb you just dropped. I just need to…”

  “It’s been a night,” she whispered.

  I laughed thinly. “Yeah, seriously.” I grinned at her. “And I just need to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend is going to be Queen.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I am not going to be Queen, Vi.”

  “Well, the whole ball was for him to find someone.” I grinned, sticking my tongue out playfully. “Sure sounds to me like he did.”

  Emilia turned even redder, looking away. “True, but it wasn’t like that.”

  “Says who, you?”

  “I guess.”

  I stood, smiling at my friend. “Sleep on it and talk tomorrow, then?”

  “Yeah,” she mumbled. “That sounds perfect.”

  Man, it sounded like we both had a ton to process about the night.
I hugged my friend before I turned and scampered back up the stairs, back through the kitchens, and back to my own quarters for bed.

  ****

  I showered first, and as the hot water ran down my skin, I let myself drift back there. I let my mind wander back to that perfection I’d felt with them. That erotic bliss. That toe-curlingly sensual feeling of being pressed between the two of them. I whimpered, leaning against the shower wall as my fingers slid down my body, sliding over my skin and down between my legs.

  I’d felt both their mouths on me earlier. I moaned, my fingers teasing where their hands and lips and tongues had. I’d never felt anything like that before. Nothing even freaking close to it. Of course, I’d never been with two men before. But I’d never been with one man like either Adam or Shane. So dominant and yet so tender. So hard and masculine and yet sensual and tempting.

  So gorgeous, so hot.

  So big.

  I moaned, sagging against the tiled wall as the water ran down my body, my finger rolling my clit until I was gasping for more. I turned the water off, pressing a sort of pause button on myself as I caught my breath. I stepped out, drying my hair quickly as my pulse raced. I brushed my teeth and padded to bed, and I’d barely slipped into the sheets before my hands slid right back to where they left off.

  My aching pussy tingled under my touch, my slick wetness coating my finger in my sticky honey as I moaned into the darkness.

  Two men.

  I whimpered, remembering their mouths all over me — sucking my clit, licking my pussy, teasing my ass. My God, that’d been so dirty and so hot. I remembered their strong hands putting me exactly where they wanted me, pushing my thighs wide apart.

  I remembered them making me come.

  I cried out as I slid two fingers inside, grinding my palm against my clit. I remembered them — their two huge, thick, mouth-watering cocks. I remembered sliding my lips around them, and tasting the salty sweetness of them both — each of them different in their own way, but both so yummy. Both so thick it’d stretched my jaw and made my pussy leak down my thighs at the thought of doing more.

  I remembered them growling and holding me, taking turns on my mouth until they both came across my tongue. Fuck, I’d swallowed both of them — a mix of both of their hot sticky cum as I’d climaxed again.

  And now there in my bedroom, I cried out, moaning into the darkness as I rocked my hips up, fucking my fingers as I moaned for more and more. I was lost in it — writhing on the bed, and so close to coming that I never heard it.

  I never heard the door.

  Or the floor creak under footsteps.

  I didn’t even know I wasn’t alone until lips crushed to mine.

  For a second, my pulse exploded. My heart leapt into my throat, and I screamed into a man’s mouth until suddenly, I realized I knew these lips.

  I knew the smell of him, and the sound of his growl.

  Shane.

  My head spun, my whole world blurring as I realized what was happening. My fantasy was real. They were really there, in my room back at the house.

  I didn’t worry about having been “found out,” or that them being there meant they’d figured out I wasn’t a princess or something. Shane pulled back, kissing down my body as Adam took his place with my lips.

  None of it mattered. I had them back, here with me, where I wanted them.

  “Is this real?” I gasped.

  “Yeah, it’s real,” Shane’s voice growled, moving back up to kiss me again. “It's very real, beautiful.”

  In the darkness, I didn’t know whose mouth was whose. But lips and tongues teased all over my skin, making me cry out softly in the darkness. A tongue dragged through my pussy, teasing my clit. Another swirled around my nipples, making me beg for more. A finger pushed inside, lips sucking on my clit as another darted over it.

  Powerful hands flipped me over, pulling my hips up and raising my ass in the air. Another set of strong hands pulled my legs apart, spreading me open for them. I cried out as a tongue swirled over my ass, another moving between my legs to lap at my clit. They slid back and forth, hands drifting and teasing over my skin — toying with me, making me melt until I knew I was going to explode.

  Again. For them.

  “Come for us,” Shane’s voice growled in the darkness.

  “Come for us, angel,” Adam groaned as the tongues and fingers slid over me. “Be a good girl and fucking come for our mouths. Make that sweet little cunt and this hot little ass come for us.”

  They moaned into me, their tongues going wild, and suddenly, I did just that.

  I came. Hard.

  I cried out into the sheets, arching my back and clawing at my covers as their two mouths drove me over the edge. Screaming, panting, and wanting so much more…

  Chapter 9

  Adam

  I groaned as the moonlight shone through the shades of her window, glistening over her perfect skin. Those soft curves, her breasts heaving as she gasped for breath. Her back arched, her face pressed into the sheets as she panted in the aftershocks of us having just made her come all over again.

  Fuck, I’d never get tired of the sound of her coming. I’d never get tired of making her come like that.

  And now, it was time for more. Now it was time to claim this girl as our own. No more running. No more letting her get away from us.

  Yeah, I’d been surprised when Marius’s signal had centered on the manor house off in the countryside. At first, we’d thought she must be a lady of some kind, or perhaps she had been a duchess. But our security detail had looked up the residence — for safety of course — and that’d changed everything.

  If the girl she’d left with was the girl in the green gown who Rian had run off with, it was her house we were in. Well, her late father’s house, Lord Kinsey of Bandiff. That made Rian’s mystery girl who he’d gone missing with Lady Emilia Kinsey.

  But who the hell was her friend?

  Well, we’d found out.

  She was no one. And I didn’t mean that dismissively, I meant it in the sense off the “royal world.” She wasn’t in it, at all. And damn was that refreshing. Marius had called up plans of the house, and with those, we knew exactly where we were going. We’d snuck in through the back door, through the kitchens.

  Shane had chuckled lowly.

  “The baker,” he said quietly. “Fuck, she was telling the truth.”

  She wasn’t kidding. She really was a baker. Literally. She was the cook for the manor house. And you know what? We didn’t care at all. We didn’t give a single shit that she wasn’t royal. Hell, I knew that had to be one of the reasons she’d left. I’d also looked, and neither her nor Emilia Kinsey had gotten an invitation to that party, which meant they’d snuck in somehow. I didn’t know how they’d pulled it off, but they had. That was the reason she’d run.

  But, no more.

  I’d never let her out of my — out of our — hands again.

  She started to roll, but I growled, my hands holding her tight.

  “Uh-uh,” I groaned, my hand sliding over her ass. I pulled back, letting my palm come down gently across her skin, a soft spank for her running. Vi gasped, mewling sounds falling from her lips as I alternately swatted her ass and then stroked her reddened skin.

  “You ran from us.”

  “I was scared.”

  “You’re not anymore?”

  “I — I don’t know what to feel anymore,” she whispered in the darkness. “But I guess you know my secret now.”

  “Yeah,” Shane growled. “We do.”

  “And you’re still here?”

  “Damn right we are,” he groaned, moving next to her and capturing her face in his hands. He kissed her deeply, and as I watched, my cock trembled even harder. I was already half out of my shirt, and I shrugged it all the way off, tossing it aside as I went for my pants.

  No more holding off, no more waiting. Not for her.

  Naked, my muscles rippling as my hands slid over her tight,
bare ass, I moved behind her as she moaned into Shane’s mouth. She kissed him hungrily as I knelt, and when my tongue danced over her slick, tight little cunt, she whimpered into his kiss. My tongue dragged up and down, tasting her from her clit to her asshole, making her cry out as I pushed my tongue deep into her opening. Fuck, I could eat her pussy all day. I could make her come on my tongue all fucking night.

  But this time, it would be my cock she was coming on. This time, it would be my aching hard shaft tasting that honeyed little cunt, and feeling it drip its juices all over.

  I moved behind her, and when she felt both my hands grip her ass and spread her wide, she moaned. Vi looked back at me, her eyes wild as they met mine.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “You ready for this, angel?” I growled. “You ready for both of us?” I shook my head. “Like we said, it’s not one or the other. It’s both or nothing. What we felt back there —”

  “I felt it too.”

  The words were hot as fire as they whispered from her lips, and one look in her feisty eyes and I knew it was true.

  “I —” She blushed, her teeth raking over her lip. “I want it all. I want both of you.”

  I groaned, moving against her, and letting my thick, swollen cock head tease over her lips. Vi cried out, whimpering heatedly as she pushed back, like she was trying to sink her pussy down over my cock. But I held her firmly, teasing her, letting just the head rub up and down over her slit and bumping it over her clit.

  “Uh-uh, baby girl,” I groaned. “Not yet.” My muscles clenched with the barely contained need to plunge inside, barely holding myself back.

  “Take his cock out.”

  I nodded at Shane, whose jaw clenched.

  “Take it out and wrap those pretty lips around his big dick, angel,” I growled. “I want him to feel you moan when I fuck you with this fat cock.”

  Vi panted, crushing her lips to Shane again as her hands flew to his belt. He growled, tearing his shirt off and tossing it away as his hands flew to her breasts. He cupped her soft mounds in his hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs as I rubbed my head over her clit in slow aching circles.