Claiming His Mountain Bride

by Madison Faye

  He stops at the front of the class, looking up at the theater seating to where I’m sitting towards the back of the room.

  “Mr. Mar-”

  “Oh, shut it,” he says, shushing Susan. He winks as he looks up at me, and I’m standing before I can stop myself, totally ignoring the whispers and the shocked gasps around me as I do.

  “Ellie Thompson?” Liam’s eyes blaze as he starts to climb the stairs to where I am, his eyes never leaving mine. There’s a gasp from the crowd, but I’m not even seeing them as I push past people in my row and start to move down the stairs towards him.

  “Mr. Martin!” Susan shrieks from behind him. “Miss Thompson, sit down!”

  But her words wash right over me, and the room almost fades away in slow motion as I’m suddenly crashing into his arms. He’s kissing me, and I’m crying as I throw my arms around him and kiss him back.

  He pulls back, those dark, brooding eyes looking right into me. “I love you,” he says, his voice even. “I love you, Ellie, and I’m never going to stop loving you.”

  And right then, nothing else matters. Right then, the final piece clicks into place, and despite the whispers and the giggles and the pointed fingers, it’s perfect.

  “I love you too,” I whisper into his lips before moaning as he kisses me again.

  “You know,” I say, grinning as I pull back. “I’m pretty sure you’re barred from campus.”

  “Oh, I’m positive I am.”

  I giggle, biting my lip and slowly shaking my head as I stare up at him, right there on the lecture hall steps. “So what are you doing here?”

  I shriek as he picks me up suddenly in his arms and whirls us around to the the gasps and cat calls of the crowd as he starts to carry me down the stairs. “Sweeping you of your feet and stealing you away from here,” he says.

  “Sounds perfect to me.”

  Epilogue

  Ellie

  And steal me away he did, from the small town college to the big city - New York, actually. Four years later, and we’re still here, and still wildly happy

  The initial fallout was bad, of course, and even my parents with being as cool as they are weren’t exactly happy to see me drop out of an ivy league school with a full scholarship. Of course, when I got into another one, they got on board with the situation. It took some finagling, but after I left Hardham, I managed to transfer my credits and qualify for academic scholarship stuff at Columbia for the next semester, which is where I ended up finishing out my undergraduate degree.

  It helps that I had a glowing recommendation letter from my English professor.

  Ally was pissed, of course, when she found out I was leaving, but she got it. She ended up meeting a wonderful guy of her own that next semester, and as it turns out, she ended up getting a job offer here in New York when she graduated.

  Ted lasted exactly three more weeks at Hardham after I left before he got busted trying to slip something into a girl’s drink at a party. He was arrested on drug and intent to assault charges and kicked out of school.

  Liam’s hard at work in our living room, writing his newest book. And I know he’s on a deadline with the tour for the smash hit he wrote right after we moved here, but I’m sorry to say that’s not going to stop me.

  Besides, I’m six months pregnant and the hormones are crazy.

  He chuckles as he feels me come up behind him and rub his shoulders, but his tone changes as I slip my hands down into his lap and rub his cock through his pants.

  “Honey, I need to write.”

  “Oh do you?”

  He turns and groans as he sees me in the plaid skirt, the knee-high socks, and the glasses, with my hair up in pigtails. “Too busy for the little school girl you knocked up?” I say, rubbing the bump on my bare belly beneath my full breasts which have somehow gotten even bigger and more sensitive with the pregnancy.

  His eyes flare as he sees me, and I shiver at that hungry wolfish look he gets in his eyes. “Nope. Work’s done.”

  He slams the laptop shut, and I giggle as he scoops me up and pushes me back onto the couch behind me. I gasp as he pushes my skirt up and growls at my bare pussy, and then I’m crying out as his tongue slides into my wet lips. His hands are strong on my thighs, pushing my legs back as he pushes his tongue deep into my aching pussy.

  “Mmm, not so fast, mister,” I groan, pushing him back and sitting up. I tug at his belt and push his jeans down over his hips, cooing as his thick cock bounces out. I let my tongue slip out, wetting my lips as I dip my head to take him in my mouth.

  But he’s pulling me around, and I whimper as I feel him slide my body up to his mouth and settle me above him as his tongue delves back between my legs. I moan loudly and then lean forward to wrap my plump lips around his cock, slurping wetly at the head and letting my hands stroke his shaft and his big, heavy balls. I moan around him as he tongues my clit, and I can feel my nipples dragging electrically over his abs.

  I can feel Liam swelling up in my mouth, and I can feel my own body begin to tense and writhe as his tongue drives me up to that edge. But then he’s pulling away from me and spinning me around. I moan as I feel him position my hips over his, and when his fat cock begins to slide deep inside of me, I cry out and rake my nails down his chest.

  “You know, pretty soon, you’re not going to want me like this, when I’m all huge,” I say, biting my lip as I start to ride up and down his shaft.

  “Dream on, honey,” he growls, thrusting deep inside of me. “There will never be a day when I get tired of fucking this perfect, tight little pussy.” I moan as his hands come up to my big, full breasts, cupping them and letting his fingers roll over my nipples. He starts to pump up inside me harder and deeper, and I can feel my whole body begin to melt around him.

  Liam groans, and I can feel his cock start to swell inside of me as I start to lose it.

  “Now, come for me baby,” he growls into my lips, his hand cupping my breasts and his cock driving into me again and again as I start to fall. “Come all over my big cock.”

  I cry out, and feel him erupt inside of me, his hot cum filling me. I bring my lips to his ear as the orgasm tears through me. “Yes, Professor.”

  The End

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  Royally Shared

  Three Princes, one Beauty. Triple the fairytale, triple the scandal.

  They’re rich, dominant, gorgeous and toe-curlingly undeniable. One’s my boss. Two are his friends. All three are real, honest-to-goodness royal princes.

  …And they say they want to share me.

  There’s a place they want to take me, and things there they want to show me. It’s called The Triple Crown Club - the filthy, dark, secret playground of the royal elite. A place from the darkest corners of fantasy.

  I know it’s wrong, and forbidden, and if the world found out, the media scandal would destroy us all.

  But with three filthy mouths, six powerful hands, and three big, huge, gorgeous…um, crowns?

  Well, it’s getting harder to say no. In fact, it’s getting hard to say anything but “yes sirs.”

  Cinderella never had this problem.

  …Too bad for her.

  *Please note that each of the Triple Crown Club books are completely standalone stories centered around one heroine, with no cliffhangers.

  Royally Shared is a modern fairytale involving three utterly obsessed alpha heroes and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to make you swoon. This mfmm romance is all about her – no m/m. If you love over-the-top, slightly unrealistic, and wildly dirty stories, this one’s for you! HEA
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  Editing: Sennah Tate

  Cover: White Rabbit Creative

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  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 products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  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.

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  1

  Julia

  My pulse raced as I stared at the computer screen in front of me. My mouth felt dry and my eyes were wide open — my brain almost unwilling to process what I was reading.

  “Hey, Earth to Jules?”

  I barely heard Emma, my eyes re-reading the email over and over.

  “Um, hello?”

  I blinked, tearing my eyes away from the screen and staring at my roommate.

  “Dude, are you—”

  “I got it.”

  She frowned for a second, like she was trying to decipher what the heck I was talking about, when suddenly, her whole face lit up.

  “Holy shit! Are you kidding me?”

  I shook my head, still almost numb from the shock.

  I’d gotten it. “It” being the job of a lifetime, or at least, the job I needed so badly at this point in my life.

  When my cousin Anya had first told me she’d hooked me up for an interview for the personal assistant position to none other than Prince Luke Snow, I’d laughed, thinking she was pulling my leg.

  My first cousin worked as the personal head of royal affairs for Princess Adele White, of Lorne. In the olden days, the job would have been called the “head lady in waiting,” but then, this was the modern world. It was a seriously amazing job — an enormous paycheck, residences in the royal palace, and basically all the perks of being a princess herself without all the crap a real princess has to deal with. Oh, and if that wasn’t cushy enough, she and Adele also happened to be best friends.

  Talk about a dream job, right?

  But Anya hadn’t been kidding at all about the interview. She really had used her connections in the world of the royal elites to get me a sit-down interview to replace Prince Luke’s former PA. Not with him, of course, but I’d gone in for three fairly grueling interviews that almost felt like court-trial cross examinations.

  The thoroughness I got though. Luke Snow was an actual, honest-to-goodness prince after all.

  He was also young, wealthy beyond belief, and criminally gorgeous.

  …Not that I was thinking about that during the entire interview process or anything.

  However, four weeks later with no word, I’d basically assumed I hadn’t gotten the position. That is, until I’d randomly checked my email, and almost forgotten how to breathe.

  I’d gotten it.

  Me.

  I was going to be the very full-time, very hands-on, very in-over-her-head personal assistant to one of the sexiest, richest men on the planet.

  I couldn’t tell if I was about to jump up and down for sheer joy or have a full-blown panic attack.

  Emma chose option A — shrieking and jumping up and down as she threw her arms around me excitedly.

  “Oh my GOD, you’re serious?”

  I nodded, my head still whirling from trying to process this.

  “Well, we’re celebrating tonight, obviously.”

  I snapped out of my daze, and grinned at my roommate. I pushed aside the fear of how the hell I was going to jump into the deep end with this job and decided to focus on the immediate: I had a kick ass new job, and even if my new boss was known for being a little cold, stern, and anti-social, he was also absolutely gorgeous.

  On top of that, he was going to be paying me a small fortune to work for him.

  Yeah, the fear and uncertainty I could deal with later. For now, Emma was right; we were definitely celebrating.

  “Yes!” I beamed at her excitedly. “Wok N’ Eggroll delivery and a Gilmore Girls marathon?”

  Emma cringed. “Uh, no. I was thinking we might try not being totally lame.”

  “Hey!” I poked her in the arm. “We like doing that!”

  “Well, yeah, no kidding, but c’mon, Jules,” She made a face. “We are a little lame sometimes.”

  She was right, I just hated to admit it. We’d moved in together six months before, after I’d broken up with Dan. And since she’d broken up with Bryan, our place has been a spinster’s paradise. Hanging in with wine, takeout food, and a good movie was kind of our thing, and we loved doing it, but she was right.

  If we kept this up, all we’d need would be a dozen or so cats and a lottery addiction and we’d be the crazy single-ladies from a bad movie.

  Emma was right; we needed to go out to celebrate tonight.

  “Dinner?” I shrugged. “We could go out to that new Spanish Tapas place on—”

  “Jules, no.” Emma rolled her eyes. “Think bigger. Thing wilder.”

  I arched a brow. “Wilder, huh? Clubbing?”

  She laughed. “I don’t think anyone says ’clubbing’ anymore. But yeah, let’s go out out. In fact…” she trailed off.

  “What?”

  She grinned mischievously.

  “I may already have a spot for us?”

  “Oh really?”

  “Oh,” she bit her lip. “Really. And I promise, you’re going to love it. Just, you know, dress up a little.”

  “How dressed up are we talking?”

  “The kind of dressed up where you’re not dressing in much.”

  I grinned, blushing and looking away. “I don’t know…” I trailed off and shrugged. “I don’t think I’m—”

  “Jules,” my friend crossed the room to me and put her hands on my shoulders. “We need to get back out there. Both of us.”

  Emma had an annoying way of being right a lot. Since she’d walked in on Bryan with her step-sister (I mean, how trashy is that?), Emma had gone out on all of one date with one guy, which she’d left early because he was creeping her out. I was worse. I’d been on zero dates since Dan.

  On top of that, neither of us were the “one-night” types. A few months back, we both downloaded Tinder just to see what it was about, but after the deluge of dick pics and “hey BB” messages, we’d deleted it from our phones.

  I didn’t know what I was looking for post-Dan, but it sure wasn’t that. Just the same, going out out did seem fun. Hey, if nothing else, we could dress up, dance, and have a great time. I doubted either of us was going to find true love wherever she was planning on going where I needed to “dress up by not dressing in much,” but that was fine.

  I was going to celebrate my awesome new job tonight with my best friend, and that was good enough for me.

  I sighed.

  “Okay, okay, I relent.”

  Emma cheered.

  “So, where are we going?”

  Her grin turned downright wicked.


  “Emma?”

  “Look, don’t worry.” She waved me off, turning to check something on her phone.

  “Where exactly are you taking us?”

  “It’s a new spot.” She turned back, sighing and rolling her eyes. “Oh my God, Jules, you’re going to have a blast, I promise. Just go get ready and I’ll open some pre-evening wine.”

  “You’re a nut,” I muttered as I turned to go poke through my closet.

  “Oh, and Jules?”

  I glanced back at my roommate.

  “Whatever you wear, just make sure it goes with black.”

  I frowned. “What? Why?”

  Emma bit her lip, looking at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes.

  “Because that’s what color the masks are.”

  I stared at her.

  “What? Emma, what masks?”

  “The ones we’re wearing tonight at Masquerade Night.”

  2

  Julia

  I shivered, slightly uncomfortable by the way the doorman’s eyes lingered on my body as he glanced us over. I was wearing a short — scandalously short, if we’re being honest — black cocktail dress and four-inch heels, my hair down and my favorite shade of pinkish red on my lips.

  I felt nervous, but also way excited to be out in public dressed like this. I mean, elegant and yet borderline slutty clubwear wasn’t exactly my normal go-to wardrobe. It wasn’t for Emma either, actually, but I had to say, she looked fantastic. Her dress was a similar style to mine, fitted, cut low, and short, though her emerald green one brought out the fire in her red hair and the soft pale glow of her skin.

  The bouncer looked us over again, definitely taking our clothes off with his creepy eyes before he finally nodded and smirked.