Reign: A Romance Anthology

by Nina Levine

  “Shit.” He closes his eyes at my touch.

  My hand continues to move over his velvety skin, feeling it thicken with each heated stroke. Then I feel the prince behind me. He, too, is now hard against my back. My other hand reaches out and wraps around the prince’s dick. Having two of the most beautiful men under my control is the biggest turn on.

  I feel invincible.

  Confident.

  Like I can be or do anything.

  I continue working them both over. My arms becoming decidedly tired as I do, but I soldier on. The groans falling from both of their mouths become louder.

  Greyson reaches out and grabs the prince, and brings his mouth to his while I continue jerking them both off.

  Oh my, that kiss is searing. Heated. On fire.

  Their dicks throb as the kiss intensifies.

  I feel like I’m going to combust at any moment. Harder and harder, I work them both over until Greyson releases Augustine and lets out a powerful growl as he comes.

  Augustine’s eyes widen, and his dick thickens as he watches his lover come, and I jerk him harder and harder until he isn’t far behind him.

  Wow. That was… wow.

  Greyson kisses me, and then Augustine does the same.

  “That was…” The prince smiles as his head rests against mine.

  “Needed,” Greyson finishes for him, which makes us both laugh.

  “Come on, we should get you dressed, Lila. I’m sure your sisters are wondering where you are.”

  Stepping out of the massive glass shower, Greyson is there with an oversized white fluffy towel. He wraps it around my body and ushers me out of the bathroom, through a bedroom that looks masculine with its dark gray walls and a massive king-size bed with a light gray cover. He then escorts me out through another door into a bedroom just off that one. This one is all white. A large four-poster bed sits in the middle of the room with a million and one pillows displayed all over it. There is a beautiful white wooden desk with a vase of pink peonies. White drapes fall to the floor on either side of a large picture window that looks out to the ocean.

  “This is your bedroom,” Greyson tells me.

  “You can redesign it if you don’t like it.” Augustine comes in and stands behind us. He’s dressed in a black polo top with gray sweatpants. His hair is wet and rumpled from his shower.

  Greyson still has a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “The room you just walked through is Auggie’s,” Greyson adds. “Mine is on the other side.” He winks at me.

  “All three are connected via a secret passage behind this panel.” Augustine places his hand on the bookshelf beside the bed, and a secret door opens to a dark corridor. LED lights line the floor, lighting the way for you.

  “Any time day or night, we can visit each other without anyone knowing.”

  “Is that how you two have been able to keep your relationship secret for so long?” I ask.

  “Yes,” they both answer.

  “People in the palace have their suspicions,” Greyson explains.

  “Only our families know there is something more between us,” Augustine adds.

  “And… are they fine with it?” I ask, looking between the two of them.

  “I’m engaged to you. So, there’s your answer,” Augustine tells me sadly.

  Oh. Yes, of course. I look down at my enormous ring, and my heart constricts a little, knowing that when it comes down to it, Greyson and Augustine are a partnership, and I’m simply an add-on that they like but, in essence, don’t really need.

  Will they eventually grow tired of me?

  Will they want another?

  How open is their relationship?

  Where do I really fit in?

  “Hey.” Greyson touches my cheek with his hand. “I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours.”

  “Plus, the frown on your forehead gives you away,” Augustine adds.

  I shake myself out of the mood I had fallen into.

  “Sorry. I was just thinking.”

  “I know this is a lot to take in.” Augustine stands in front of me, and he places his hands on my shoulders. “But I promise you. Your thoughts and feelings are just as important as mine and Grey’s,” he reassures me.

  “Am I allowed to talk to my sisters about this?” Looking between the two of them, I can see the uncertainty on their faces. “I promise you they will never say a word. I trust them with my life.”

  Augustine nods his head. “If you trust them, then so do we.” He places a kiss on my cheek. “Now go. They are in the room across the hall from your bedroom.” He points to the door. “We will be waiting for you when you get back to your room.” I look down and notice I’m still wearing a towel. “Oh, yeah, your clothes are in your closet, and your underwear is in the drawers,” Augustine tells me.

  How?

  “My people work fast.” Augustine grins before pulling Greyson away and into his bedroom.

  Walking over to the closet, it’s already filled with designer clothing. I run my hand along the gorgeous materials all lined up in a row. They have great taste. I pull open one of the drawers, and expensive underwear is laid out before me. I pick up a pair of black lace underwear and decide on forgoing a bra as I’m only hanging out with my sisters.

  I pick a pair of pink floral silk lounge pants and a T-shirt. I grab the silk robe that’s hanging up that matches the pants and wrap it around myself. I walk into the ensuite bathroom at the other end of the closet and try to find a brush for my hair. Opening the drawer, I find one with hair ties as well. He has thought of everything. I tie my hair up into a messy bun and head on over to where my sisters are staying.

  I knock on the door, and Skylar answers. She’s dressed in the blue version of my outfit. We take one look at each other and laugh. She wraps her arms around my body and pulls me inside their room.

  “The showers in this place are amazing.” Magnolia walks out of their bathroom, drying her hair with a towel, dressed in the same outfit but in red. She throws the towel onto a chair and rushes over, and hugs me tightly. “I can’t believe you did it. Lila… you saved us. You saved our family,” she cries into my shoulder.

  Tears fall from my eyes as I hold my sister tightly.

  “I have no idea how I did it,” I confess.

  We disentangle ourselves and jump onto one of the enormous beds in the bedroom.

  “You need to start from the beginning.” Skylar wiggles on the bed with excitement. “I need to know how on earth you snagged the hottie prince. Show me your ways,” she tells me, which makes us laugh.

  “I need to tell you both something, and you both need to promise that you will never breathe another word of it to anyone. I mean it,” I state, making sure they realize how important it is.

  “Of course. Why would we say anything? We would never jeopardize your life here. Ever.” Magnolia reaches out and grabs my hand while Skylar nods enthusiastically.

  “The prince and his bodyguard are lovers.”

  The room falls silent.

  Magnolia and Skylar blink, slowly taking in my confession.

  “Actually, they are both bi-sexual.”

  More slow blinking.

  “Are you telling me those two come as a packaged pair?” Skylar asks.

  “Um… yeah.”

  “You get to be with both? The prince and his hot bodyguard,” Skylar clarifies.

  “Yes.”

  “Dammit, Lila. You’ve hit the jackpot.” Skylar bursts out laughing, which relaxes me a little. I thought for sure they were going to freak out.

  “How did you find out about them?” Magnolia asks. And that’s when I regale my sisters with what happened in the garden and in the office and in the shower.

  “I have never been so jealous in my entire life. And to find out you’re not even a virgin,” Skylar grumbles.

  “Why did you never tell us about any of this,” Magnolia asks.

  Not only did I spill about tonight, but I also to
ld them about my colorful sexual history before this.

  “I can’t believe you were sleeping with Alec all that time. He was so cute.” Skylar pouts again.

  “Why didn’t you tell us about what you saw in the cellars? We could have…” Magnolia starts but doesn’t finish her words because she knows she could never have done anything.

  “I didn’t want to burden you both with it. It was confusing. I knew it would lead to a fight with Father, and I just didn’t want to rock the boat,” I explain.

  “Do you think mother knew about all that stuff going on down in the cellar?” Skylar asks.

  “Maybe. Maybe that’s why she had a headache most nights and retired to her bedroom alone,” Magnolia muses.

  “We really came from a messed-up family.” I sigh.

  “One that you have now saved, Lila.” Magnolia grins.

  There’s a knock on the door, so I jump up and make my way to it. Opening it, I’m greeted by a man holding a bottle of champagne and some glasses. “Courtesy of his royal highness,” the man tells me before handing them to me. I gladly take them and close the door behind me.

  “Champagne. Yay.” Skylar claps.

  “It’s from the prince for us,” I tell them.

  Magnolia just smiles as I pop the bottle and pour each of us a glass.

  “I want to raise a glass to Lila. For saving us from a fate not worth thinking about.” Magnolia holds up her glass, and we all do the same.

  The night was fantastic catching up with my sisters, but the champagne went to our heads rather quickly. Skylar was the first to fall asleep, and my eyelids are fluttering, so I say, “I better go.”

  Magnolia gives me another hug before giving me a serious look. “Do you think you will be happy here?” she asks. “With them?” I can see my older sister’s concern written on her face.

  “It’s going to be an adjustment, I’m sure. But I actually think yes, I can build a wonderful life here. As long as you all come and visit me, that is.”

  “Of course, we will. This palace is a little nicer than ours.” She smiles.

  “You should have access to the money tomorrow, so pay Guido off straight away, and then use whatever is left over to start fixing the palace.”

  She nods her head, and we say our goodbyes, then I walk back to my room. As I close the door behind me, I smile while taking in my opulent surroundings. I wonder what Augustine and Greyson are doing.

  Oh my God, Lila. Settle down. You have been screwing those men all night. Give it a rest.

  I could just go and say goodnight.

  9

  Greyson

  “Well, tonight has been…” Letting the words fall away, I pour myself a scotch from Auggie’s minibar.

  “Not at all the outcome I thought we would have.” Handing Auggie his glass, we both take a sip savoring the smoky taste. “But I do think we might need to talk about things, especially now that we’re outside the sexual fog we have been in all night.”

  “That fog has felt pretty damn good, don’t you think?” I ask.

  “You know what I think…” He grins over his glass as I walk over and take a seat on his bed like I do every night. Auggie joins me. He takes off his shirt, and my eyes roam over his body like they always do—the familiar dips and plains of his muscles that I know so well.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” Auggie warns. “We need to have a serious chat.”

  He’s right, but for some reason being around Lila, this fog-filled lust clouds me.

  Auggie reaches and takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “You know I love you.”

  “Of course.” Feeling the scratch of his five o’clock shadow against my skin, I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation.

  “Do you think there is room for Lila in our hearts, too?” he asks.

  “I think it’s inevitable, especially as you have chosen her to spend the rest of your life with,” I tell him.

  Guilt falls across Auggie’s face.

  “You know if I could have chosen you, I would have.” He kisses my knuckles again.

  “Hey…” Grabbing his attention, “I know. I understand. I get it,” I reassure him. “I honestly believe that Lila coming into our life might have been a missing piece neither one of us knew we were missing,” I tell him.

  “You feel that, too?” Those blue eyes widen, surprised that I had the same thought as him.

  “It’s strange. Really this whole night has been strange. And everything has progressed so quickly, yet…” I let the words fall away.

  “Yet, it feels so right,” Auggie answers for me.

  I nod my head in agreement.

  “I’m worried that further down the line, as we progress, you won’t feel the same way anymore.” Emotion falls across Auggie’s face. “I worry seeing Lila, and I get married, have kids, build a life together, and in doing so, I’ll break your heart.” The first tear falls down Auggie’s face.

  “Hey, no.” Cupping his face, I say, “You will never lose me. I promise you.”

  “Yes. But you should be able to get married, Grey. You should be able to have a family of your own, too.”

  “I’m going to be the best goddamn uncle your kids will ever have, you hear me.” He nods his head. “So, I won’t be missing out at all.”

  “I’m such a selfish prick, but I don’t ever want to let you go,” Auggie tells me.

  “I’m a selfish prick, too. Because you aren’t getting rid of me either.” Our foreheads are pressed hard against each other. I can see the emotion swirling behind his ice-blue eyes. I lean forward and kiss him. Our mouths are slow and languid. I tell him how much I love him with one single kiss. We lay down on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms.

  “What are we going to do about Lila?” I ask.

  “It seems she’s taken with both of us.” Auggie grins. “I think we treat the three of us as if we’re like any other couple. Open communication always. Complete honesty. Because I think that’s the only way to keep everyone’s feelings from getting hurt. And if we are in the mood, whoever we are with, we can have fun. So, if I am busy in a meeting and things get a little dirty while I’m away, I don’t mind you servicing my fiancée.” Auggie smiles.

  “Of course, and I’m not going to get jealous if you feel the need to have some alone time with your fiancée,” I tell him.

  “Just means that my mouth owes you if I do.” Auggie wriggles his eyebrows at me. “And I think Lila is okay with us having alone time, too, don’t you?” I nod in agreement with him.

  “Earlier tonight, you said Lila was on the pill. And you took her bare.

  “Yes,” Auggie answers.

  “What should I do the next time things heat up?” I ask.

  Auggie looks up at the ceiling and contemplates my question.

  “I think maybe you should use condoms.” He crinkles his face. “Until we have produced an heir.” Yes, that is fair. “This is a rather awkward conversation.” Auggie laughs.

  “No, it’s not. We have to be careful. You have to produce an heir. This way, we will know there are no questions about paternity.” A flash of Lila pregnant and it being mine crosses my mind, and the thought warms me, but it will never be a reality.

  “Thank you for understanding.” Auggie tightens his grip around me.

  “Babe, we always knew this was reality. What we weren’t expecting was that you and I would be wanting your fiancée equally.”

  “Could you imagine if I got stuck with one of those other women?” Auggie shivers. “Life would have been hell.”

  “But somehow being with Lila gives us a chance at a full life together,” I add.

  “You mean that, Grey?” Auggie asks. “You really think that the three of us can work?”

  “Why not? As long as we communicate, then it can.”

  Optimism fills my veins. “But what about what Lila said earlier in the night about her wanting her own lovers.”

  My body stills at Auggie’s question. “You think she still w
ants that?”

  “Like you said, we need to communicate, so we ask her. I mean, we can’t expect her, after one night, to be down for a happily ever after,” I explain to him.

  “You think we should introduce her to The Paradise Club, then?” Auggie asks.

  The Paradise Club is a secret sex club for the rich and famous. It has a strict policy of who they let in, and no one ever talks about what happens inside the club. Auggie and I have been going there for years. It’s a safe place to explore each other and other women without a palace scandal.

  “Maybe. Maybe we can give her time to explore things there. Don’t forget you and I have fifteen years of connection. We’re not even at twenty-four hours with her.” Auggie nods his head in agreement. “We give her time and organically build a relationship together.”

  “How did you get so wise?” Auggie looks up at me.

  “Guess I’m just old.”

  He chuckles.

  At thirty, neither one of us is old.

  10

  Lila

  I walk over to the door between my room and Augustine’s and knock gently.

  “Come in,” Augustine’s deep voice calls out.

  I pull open the door and find Augustine and Greyson in his bed watching the television. The scene is one of complete domesticity, and it warms my heart. Both of them are without shirts, showing off their broad chests and six-packs. Glass tumblers of scotch or something is sitting beside them on their bedside tables.

  “How did it go?” Greyson asks, whatever he was watching on the television long forgotten.

  “Good. Really good.” I smile.

  Augustine pats the bed, calling me over. I gladly walk over and jump in beside him. He wraps his arm around my shoulder. He’s all warm and hard and smells like citrus.

  “They’re happy for me.”

  “That’s good.” Augustine kisses my forehead.

  “I feel like tonight has stretched out for a week. So much has happened.” Trying to stifle a yawn, my eyes become heavier.