Claiming His Princess: A Beauty and The Beast Romance (Filthy Fairy Tales Book 4)

by Parker Grey

  Logan kneels in front of her and tilts her face up for a long, hard kiss. We've both shed most of our layers, just leaving them on the floor, and I kneel over her from behind, because she's just too fucking perfect.

  I need her, our perfect, dirty little girl, now, and I kiss the back of her neck, then let my lips drift down her spine. I grab the perfect globes of her ass in both my hands and spread them wide while she moans into Logan's mouth, his fingers pinching her nipples roughly.

  I shove Rose's knees apart, then grab her by the hips and pull her up. She arches her back and gets on her knees, and my God she's wet, so wet her juices are nearly dripping from her.

  Logan's shirt flies off, but I'm not really paying attention as I find her clit with my tongue and give it a long, slow lick. I flatten it against her and listen to her moan, flicking it across her, burying it inside her and fucking her with it.

  I slide my fingers into her tight, waiting pussy and Rose moans, bucking back against me, asking for more, but I tease her for just another moment, licking her harder and harder, taking my fingers out of her pussy and sliding them to the puckered pink bud of her back hole.

  Rose gasps and cries out, so I push one finger in, a knuckle deep, and she moans.

  "More," she pants.

  I slide my finger deeper, Rose pushing back against me, her head thrown back. Logan's got his pants off and his cock is in her hand, stroking him hard and fast.

  I slide another finger into her ass, still licking her furiously, and Rose's whole body shudders, her pussy tightening around my tongue.

  "Do you like getting your ass fucked?" Logan asks, his voice low and rough with desire.

  "You're wet as hell, Rose," I say between licks.

  "Please fuck me," she whimpers. Logan takes her by the hair and pushes her head backward so she's looking up at him. "Fuck me with your fingers in my ass, please Knox, it feels so good, and I want to—"

  She breaks off.

  "Say it," Logan commands.

  "...I want to see how it feels to have both my holes filled," she whispers, suddenly sounding embarrassed.

  I can't hold back any longer. I with one hand, I get my pants down, practically gushing precum, and position my thick head at her entrance. She's so wet it's hard to keep it still, and I massage her back and forth a couple of times, teasing my head against her clit, making her moan.

  "Please," she says again. "I need you to fill me up."

  I oblige, pushing the head of my cock inside her. She's almost overpowering, she's so tight and feels so good, and I have to take a moment before I continue. My fingers in her ass can feel my cock sliding into her pussy, and I know she can feel both right now, filled with me all at once.

  At the same time, Rose eagerly sucks Logan's cock into her mouth, moaning around it. Logan grunts, his hands in her hair, and he begins to thrust in and out of her mouth.

  We do it together, listening to the noises she makes. Rose clenches and flutters around me, the walls of her pussy gripping and sucking at me, extra tight with my fingers in her asshole. It's like nothing I've ever felt before in my life, completely mind-blowing.

  I can't believe how beautiful she is right now, both of us fucking her at once, her eager body taking us both without hesitation. I can't believe how sexy it is, watching Rose in ecstasy like this.

  She moans, louder and louder. I can tell she's going to come soon, her pussy trembling, on the brink.

  "Come for us," I growl, pushing my fingers into her harder, thrusting as deep as I can.

  She nearly shouts, her voice muffled by Logan. He groans as well.

  "Come for us, you filthy little girl," I say.

  She does. It's incredible, every time it happens, as she moans and shouts and squeezes me, and it's seconds until I'm coming inside her, fucking her for all I'm worth. Because I'm never going to witness anything more beautiful or inspiring than Rose, coming her brains out with the two of us.

  I pull out, take my fingers from her ass gently. Rose is still slurping and sucking at Logan, cleaning his cock off like she did mine last night, even though he came too. God, it's sexy when she swallows us like she's thirsty for us.

  It was incredible, but I have a problem. I'm still hard. So is Logan.

  I guess twenty-four hours is too long to wait, and Rose sits back on her heels, kneeling, then looks from one to the other.

  Chapter Ninteen

  Rose

  Oh my God, they're still hard. What? I thought dicks got soft after they came. They both did yesterday, anyway, and that's... really all the experience I've got.

  I bite my bottom lip as I watch them both. I'm still on the floor, in front of this huge fire that I managed to build, and they're watching me, lust in their eyes.

  "Are you..." I start, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

  Logan grins wickedly, then pulls me in for a deep, rough kiss.

  "Not done yet?" he says, his voice husky. "Not by a long shot."

  He spins me around without warning, and suddenly I'm on my hands and knees again, but this time I'm facing Knox, also on his knees on the floor, cock hard as steel.

  I swallow hard, because as amazing as that felt, even though I felt like I was breaking into pieces when I came, it didn't quench the fire. At this point, I don't know what can quench the fire, because it's starting to seem unquenchable.

  Behind me, there's the noise of a drawer opening, then something cold and liquid drips down between my buttocks. I shudder as it runs across my puckered hole, tightening, even as I gasp. Logan chuckles, then massages me there with his fingertips, moving in slow, patient circles around my pucker.

  I grunt, and it turns into a moan. I push back against him, on my hands and knees, because I want him in me, but he won't. Not yet.

  In front of me, Knox's cock is bobbing up and down, thick and hard and still slippery with cum and my own juices. Still reeling from Logan's fingers on me, I reach out and grasp it firmly by the base. The urge to put it in my mouth, to swallow Knox right now and listen to the noises he makes, is nearly overpowering.

  Logan puts a finger into my ass, then another. I can feel myself stretching to accommodate him, and it makes me feel powerless, under their control, but I want this. I want this so bad I can't even believe it.

  Knox takes me by the hair, and I feel even more powerless, even more dominated. Dirtier. My mouth opens, and he slides just the tip of his cock inside, watching me suck at it.

  "Lick it clean," he commands.

  Logan pushes a third finger into my ass and I gasp, closing my eyes. It's strange, but it feels good, his fingers pressing on pleasure points I hadn't even known I had. I swirl my tongue around Knox's cock, tasting myself, combined with his cum, and it only makes me wetter.

  Then Logan stops. He pulls out, and I know what's next so I push my lips further down Knox's shaft, staring up at him.

  Please fuck me, is all I can think.

  And then the head of his cock is there, pressing against my delicate back hole. Logan thrusts slowly but forcefully, and my ring of muscle has no choice but to open around him, letting his massive girth in.

  My hands grip the rug tightly, balled into fists. I concentrate on sucking the head of Knox's cock as Logan violates me, even though I can feel every millimeter of his cock entering my tight, virgin asshole.

  I groan into Knox. It feels incredible but I also feel like I can't move, like the two of them have complete and total control over my body right now. Like they can do whatever they want, and there's nothing I can do about it.

  My ass stretches and stretches around Logan's thick cock, until I'm gasping for breath, eyes closed, still lapping my juices from Knox. He's got his hand in my hair, that strange, hungry fire in his eyes as he looks down at me.

  Just as I'm not sure whether I can do this, just as I think that Logan's cock might just never fit, the head of it pops inside my tight ring of muscle. Logan exhales, hard, half-growling, and I groan around Knox's cock.

  I'm
stretched, almost to my limit. I don't think I can even move right now, I'm stuffed so full, but it feels so good. I know it's dirty as hell, but I like it. I want more, I want all of him in my ass.

  I want him to fuck me like the dirty little girl I am.

  "You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your ass," Logan says behind me, his voice low and dark.

  I can't talk, but I lean back, slightly, and I'm rewarded with another centimeter of his shaft slipping inside me.

  Logan groans.

  "You're so tight," he moans. "Should I fuck your tight little ass right now?"

  I pop Knox's cock out of my mouth, panting for breath.

  "Yes," I gasp.

  He goes slowly, filling me inch by inch, and from the way he's breathing he's having a hard time keeping control of himself, but finally he's completely inside, his hips flush against me. Knox is in my mouth, thrusting slowly, and I'm licking and sucking him as hard as I can.

  Listening to both of them at once, watching two men completely lose their minds over me? It's mind-boggling and amazing. If I can make them feel even half as good as they make me, it'll be unbelievable.

  "I think you were made to take a thick cock up your ass, little girl," Logan says, putting one hand on my shoulder, gripping me hard. "You like being stuffed full, don't you?"

  I can't even nod, just moan, and Logan pulls his cock back and starts fucking me.

  He's slow at first. I can tell he's making sure he doesn't hurt me, making sure I can handle taking him this way. At first, it's a little strange and uncomfortable, but he quickly finds the spots that make me moan and squirm. He keeps growling dirty, dirty things at me, and in a few minutes, he's fucking my ass just as deep and hard as they both fucked my pussy.

  I can't even describe it, because it's odd but good, so fucking good, not to mention naughty and dirty and filthy, that I can't help but like it. A tingle washes over my whole body, something weird that I've never felt before, but my nipples stand at attention even harder, my spine prickling.

  Logan spanks me. Just once, hard, and I gasp in surprise as his handprint stings on my ass and he keeps fucking me, his cock hitting all the strange, perfect new spots I didn't even know I had.

  Then the tingles suddenly shatter over me, and I come all at once, with no warning. Knox's cock is still in my mouth, down my throat, Logan buried deep inside me, but every muscle in my body contracts at once. Both of them groan in unison as my eyes roll back in my head. I feel like I'm being pushed underwater, coming so hard I can't breathe or think or do anything but this perfect, pure pleasure.

  It subsides, slowly, and then Knox's hand is in my hair. He's pulling my head back and he pumps himself down my throat. I swallow him greedily, wanting every single drop, and at the same time, I can feel Logan explode in my ass, ramming himself into me mercilessly as he comes and comes.

  After a moment, Knox pulls himself out of my mouth. A moment later, Logan pulls out too, and I sit back on the bearskin rug feeling dazed. Knox kisses me first, his arms around me, and then Logan kisses me as well.

  I sit there, snuggled between them, for a little while, the fire warming us. None of us says anything, but none of us needs to.

  I know that it's unconventional at the very least, and it's dirty and filthy and wrong at worst. But it doesn't feel that way, not with them.

  When I'm fucking one of them and sucking the other, it feels dirty as hell but not in a bad way. It feels like what I'm supposed to be doing. Like maybe lust and love come in a lot of different forms, and I just ended up with a slightly off-the-beaten-path kind.

  I'm nearly asleep, my head on Knox's shoulder and Logan's arm around my waist, when one of their stomachs growls loud enough to wake me up, and Logan laughs.

  "Sorry," he says. "But do you mind if we eat dinner?"

  I gasp, then laugh.

  "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot," I say. "I made you some, it's in the fridge since I didn't know when you were getting back."

  They both kiss me again as they stand, and then we all find our clothes.

  "Don't worry," Logan says. "The wait was worth it."

  And he winks at me.

  Chapter Twenty

  Logan

  It's Knox's turn to have Rose sleep with him, so I stay up a little later to check in on the radio. He filled me in during the hike — that he made contact the night before, but Rose hadn't been reported missing yet.

  I hope it's just paperwork and bureaucracy. With the snowstorm, everything has been completely crazy, power was out all over the forest and valley, so I'm sure some missing persons reports weren't filed correctly.

  Because I can't even imagine the other possibility: that no one reported Rose missing. That she was alone and cold during a snowstorm, that she nearly died, and no one noticed.

  I know she's safe with us now. I know, deep down in my soul, that neither of us would ever let anything happen to her. But I know, and so does Knox, that she won't be staying here. A cabin on top of a mountain with two men who generally prefer trees to other humans is fun for a few days, but she's got a life to get back to. Family, friends, all that.

  As much as I hate it, I know Rose won't be my dirty little girl for much longer, and it fucking breaks my heart.

  I try not to think about it as I turn on the radio and find the right frequency. Now, the voice on the other end is coming in loud and clear as day.

  "Pinecone Bluff Cabin reporting in again," I say.

  "Hey there, Pinecone Bluff," Evan says, his voice tinny on the radio. "Heard you've got a pet."

  "Yeah, there's a bobcat in one of our pens," I say. "Got his leg pretty torn up by a poacher's trap, so we gotta get him into town as soon as we can."

  "It's supposed to warm up some tomorrow, so it's looking like the day after that might be a possibility," he says. "Equip your plow on that truck and come on down."

  The day after tomorrow. No. It's too soon, way too soon. I don't want to leave Rose yet, take her back into town, to her life where she'll forget all about us.

  But I have to. It's not fair to make her stay here, with us, in this lonely cabin.

  And there's the bobcat, outside in the pen. He's got a heater, but his leg is broken and fucked up. The poor thing needs a vet, as soon as we can get him to one.

  "Right," I say, swallowing hard. "Day after tomorrow."

  "Oh, and I did a better search on your missing person," he says, changing the subject. "It's Rose Hammett, right?"

  "Right."

  "You sure she's from Whistlepig County? No one by that name has gone missing here. Not that's been reported."

  I let that information settle over me. It feels like a cloud of dark smoke, ugly and insidious.

  "We're sure," is all I say.

  "Must not have been reported yet, so you're in the clear," Evan jokes. "No kidnapping charges or anything."

  I know he's kidding, but the words feel like an ice shell around my heart.

  Everything she told us, about her family, about her dad, was true and worse. There's no one waiting for her at the bottom of the mountain, no one who's worried about her right now.

  Rose has no one. No one but us, and we're not what she needs, two surly mountain men who can't stand society.

  "Thanks for checking," I say. "Anyone asks after her, we've got her and she's completely safe. Perfectly fine."

  "Glad to hear you found her," Evan says, because he's a nice guy. "That Rose is a lucky girl to have you two."

  Is she lucky?

  I think we're the lucky ones.

  "Over and out," I say.

  "Over and out," Evan confirms.

  Then I brush my teeth and head to bed, where I listen to Knox and Rose's breathing for a long time, impossibly grateful for it, before I finally fall asleep.

  I don't know how to tell them. The next morning, instead of getting up, I get into Knox's bed with the two of them, one of us on either side of Rose, her sandwiched between us, naked and warm and soft.

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sp; She wraps one leg around me, and before I know it I'm pulling her hips against me, sliding inside her perfect, tight warmth while Knox cups her breasts and kisses her neck. When she comes, that's all it takes to push me over the edge and I spill myself inside her yet again.

  Then it's Logan's turn, and even though it's not me inside her she's still beautiful as hell, flushed and panting, kissing me slowly while he fucks her. I know, right then, that I could never do this with anyone else but her. I could never stand to share, except with Rose, our dirty little girl, somehow made dirtier and even more beautiful and perfect because she belongs to both of us.

  We make breakfast, laughing over orange juice and coffee and bacon and toast. For once, we haven't got any plans all day long — the roof is snow-free, and there doesn't seem to be any wildlife in distress.

  Rose spends a while putting together a puzzle. Knox reads a book, and I start going through some old reports that I've been meaning to digitize — there's no internet in the cabin, obviously, but there's an old laptop that runs Excel just fine.

  It's not a sexy day. It's just lazy, three people doing the things that they like, all co-existing in the same space. It feels like we've been doing this forever, like this is us.

  And it kills me that it's going to have to change.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Knox

  The bobcat eats frozen rabbit carcasses. We keep them in the deep freezer, in our storage room, for exactly this purpose — sometimes, we have to rehab injured carnivores for a while.

  It's kind of a strange job, but I like it.

  After lunch, it's Logan's turn to head out and feed the critter. He's been yowling intermittently all day, unhappy to be stuck in a pen and probably even more unhappy that his leg is broken, but we're trying to keep him sedated and relatively still until we can get the poor guy real help.

  While he's out there, feeding the bobcat and puttering around the yard, cleaning up some things that the wind scattered, putting all the firewood back on the pile, Rose starts cleaning up the kitchen a little. She's got a window that looks right out onto where Logan is.