Unsuitable_Reverse Harem Royal Romance

by Penelope Wren

  "How does that feel? he asked, releasing my breast with an audible pop. "You're not feeling any pain, are you?"

  "No," I groaned. "Don't stop. Please, please don't stop."

  "I won't."

  I was a little embarrassed by my begging. Apparently, all it took was some fancy fingering to turn me into a quivering, pleading mess.

  My orgasm, when it came over me, was surprising. I'd had them before, with my own hand, obviously. This was just so much more intense. There had been so much going on that I really hadn't felt it build.

  At first, it felt like I had to pee. Which was awkward. But, before I could say anything, my muscles clenched on his fingers as my hips bucked up, searching for more. I came hard, a hot burst of sensation that had my inner muscles clutching him. My walls squeezed his fingers as his movements slowed. My raspy moans echoed in the room and my body shook as he pressed kisses to my temple.

  I wiped at my eyes as he eased his fingers out of me, slowly licking them clean before gathering me up into his arms.

  "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

  "I'm fine and no." I shook my head, turning so I was straddling him again. "No, it felt…wonderful."

  He smiled, so I leaned down to kiss him. I parted my lips and ran my tongue along the seam of his mouth. Humming, low and rumbling, he let his hands glide down my sides to rest on my hips.

  "Can I…Can I touch you?" I ventured.

  He nodded, his breath coming out in soft puffs as I rose up on my knees, allowing him to push down his underwear. He coaxed me back over to one side, laying down further on the pillows.

  I propped herself up with one hand under my head, pressing my knees together when I finally looked down at it. At his…cock. His cock, standing stiff in his hand.

  Tristan slid his hand up and down the shaft, causing little drops of his arousal to bead at the already slick tip. I let my hand travel down his arm, feeling him jolt when I touched him. My fingertips grazed down his bicep, his forearm, down to where his hand encircled his member.

  "Show me?" I whispered, echoing his earlier request.

  He exhaled, his body shuddering at my words. He loosened his grip so I could touch him.

  His skin practically throbbed with heat as I wrapped my hand around him. Like before, he covered my hand with his own, squeezing slightly to show me the grasp he preferred.

  "Just…move it up and down, squeeze it like that," he said in a strained whisper. A soft grunt escaped his lips as I complied, and I was surprised again by how much of a reaction I got from so little.

  "Like that?" I asked.

  He nodded in response. "Squeeze a little more on the uptake. Twist your wrist like…" He showed me rather than attempting to explain it. After a moment, he let his hand fall away with a groan, leaving me to finish him off.

  "Does it feel—"

  "Yes," he hissed. "Just…swipe your thumb up over the head and—" His head fell back on the pillow. "Speed up a little bit. Fuck…Yes." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, tugging me close.

  It seemed like he got a bum deal, since he'd had to to stimulate so many areas on me at once to bring me to my climax when all I had to do was stroke my hand up and down, squeezing on the up-stroke.

  His whole body grew taut; I could feel his heart racing as he choked out that he was close. I lifted my head, wanting to watch it happen. I gasped when it did, not expecting it to just…shoot out like that.

  He wasn't loud, not like I had been. He groaned, muttering my name under his breath in time with the bucking of his hips as he thrust into my hand. "Violet, Violet, Violet…"

  More fluid oozed out over my fist after the initial spurt, slowing and finally stopping entirely.

  All in all, it was a pretty messy affair. He had come on his stomach and thighs. My hand was covered. I released him when he asked me to, pulling my hand up close to my face to inspect his release. I stretched it between my fingertips, sticking out my tongue to taste it, reasoning that I was going to let him do it in my mouth eventually and I'd like to not be surprised when that day came. Pun totally intended.

  That little action garnered another salacious moan from him. "You are killing me, Vi."

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Violet

  "You are certainly in an excellent mood today." Amanda arched a brow and took a sip of the glass of water in front of her.

  I shrugged. "No reason not to be."

  I wasn't exactly being truthful. I had been called into my father's office. The king's office. Of course, to me, it was just my father's office, but the king's office had more of an ominous feel to it.

  George was here, too, just to make things super fun. The three of us were waiting on my father and his advisor to arrive.

  It didn't help that George seemed fit to be tied, pacing back and forth behind Amanda and me, looking like he wanted to say something. But, every time he opened his mouth, he closed it again just as quickly.

  I shifted my weight and crossed my ankles beneath my chair, sitting as primly as George instructed me to do on a daily basis.

  "I guess not," Amanda said with a smirk, replacing the glass on the desk and folding her arms across her middle.

  I suspected I already knew why we'd been called here, and I had no doubts that Amanda was on the same page.

  It had to be the volume of charity work I'd been getting up to lately. There was no reason for me to think it would be anything else.

  Okay, again, I wasn't exactly being truthful.

  The more I looked at George, and the more I noticed Amanda's demeanor, the more I started to worry that this wasn't about the way I spent my time at all, but instead about with whom I was spending it. And how many whoms I was spending it with. Amanda, at least, would think it was funny. My 'three boyfriends' were favored talking points between the two of us, or at least, they had been for the past few days since I had them and had found myself confiding in her. But Amanda could afford to be amused. She didn't get the gravity of the situation.

  I was the sole heir to the throne of Justana. I had to marry some wealthy, royal, and with land and a appropriate title. It wasn't just advised or expected: it was the law. A stupid, outdated law, but a law nonetheless.

  Technically, in of itself, that wasn't really a problem. Since I was planning to marry not one, but both Etrian princes, I was fulfilling the stupid outdated law. Nevermind that I was currently trying to add a third - or keep a third - to my growing group of men.

  Even so, it was a delicate subject that would take some equally delicate words in order to explain it to my father in a way that he would find agreeable. If he already knew, that put a damper on the plan pretty quickly!

  It wasn't as if I'd planned it to happen like this. I hadn't really expected to develop feelings for Kostas. That was the real kicker. Because I had. I was already developing strong feelings for him. And for Gideon. And for Tristan. I really didn't want someone telling me that I couldn't. Or that I needed to end it.

  Amanda liked to tease me and say I was being greedy, snatching up three very eligible men like I was. But it wasn't like that at all. I just… had feelings for all of them. A connection that I couldn't deny. Not one more than another. I couldn't make a decision because there was no decision to make. I was very much falling in love with all three of them.

  As the minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of my father, I started to worry that this little meeting was exactly what I'd feared it was.

  I'd honestly been hoping for more time, if for nothing else than to postpone the inevitable awkward conversation where I attempted to explain to my father why I needed three husbands instead of one. Or come up with some better way to say it than "I need three husbands instead of one."

  Finally, the door at the other end of the office opened. Father stepped into the room, his advisor just behind him.

  Phillip Smithe, my father's advisor, looked the way his son might if he were thirty years older. And not so bald. It was almost comical how George's hairl
ine had receded as the years had gone by, but Phillip's looked to be coming in thicker and thicker. Albeit, Phillip's hair was more gray than his son's, but gray hair was better than no hair at all, if George was any indication.

  Father approached me, taking my hand and kissing it in the affectionate way he had. It relaxed me somewhat. Perhaps this meeting wouldn't be as bad as I'd previously thought. He took a seat on the other side of the desk. Phillip went back to stand with George.

  "What's this I hear about you having boyfriends?" my father asked, his voice booming out in the silence. He emphasized the 's' for effect.

  My heart sank as my fears were confirmed. "Um. Well…"

  "Damn well about time, I'd say," he continued. "I was starting to think you'd never find someone you liked. And you haven't! You found multiple someones! "

  My jaw dropped, but I closed it just as quickly. No reason to give George any ammunition to use against me. But it still bordered on alarming that my father wasn't upset about this… that he was happy?

  "Your Majesty," George started. He stopped immediately before my father even had time to look at him. "Never mind, my apologies."

  That was interesting. Usually nothing short of one of Father's empty threats to fire him and his entire family could get George to shut up when he had something to say. I wasn't going to complain if it meant that I didn't have to deal with whatever horribleness would have come out of his mouth.

  "Both of the princes, and… the third is a…uh, commoner, is he?" my father continued.

  I nodded. "Yes. He works for a delivery service."

  "Ah. Well. I'm sure that means he's never late for your dates." He chuckled, which prompted both of the Smithes to laugh as well. It sounded like a couple of geese honking in the doorway behind us.

  I cracked a smile. I was pretty sure no other father in the kingdom could force others to laugh at their dad jokes. Nope, just Mark Mortcombe, King of Justana.

  "Just be aware, Violet— and — keep the law in mind. It's alright to have fun, but remember your duty to your nation. You'll have to choose one eventually."

  I repressed the urge to sigh heavily. My mirthful exuberance was premature, it seemed. Instead, I pressed my lips together and nodded. I wasn't going to bring up the subject, not when everything was going so smoothly.

  My father was taking this extremely well. The Smithes were quiet. I knew better than to rock the boat when the sea was calm.

  I wasn't looking to get married right away. That conversation could wait.

  He was fine with me dating them, maybe he could be persuaded to be fine with me marrying all of them when the time came.

  "And Violet? Be discreet. No one has seen you yet. Let's keep it that way."

  "If no one saw, then how did you know?" I turned to look at Amanda. I wasn't aware that it was any responsibility of Amanda's to disclose my whereabouts, but I wasn't a stranger to unpleasant surprises. My assistant shook her head minutely in response to the question she hadn't really been asked.

  "When neither Amanda nor I can escort you, there is an alternate security detail who reports back to me," George informed me. "And I must say, Your Highness, it is increasingly troubling to me that you would go into a stranger's home unattended. Terrible things happen to women who do that. Women who do not have the luxury of round-the-clock surveillance. And another thing— Prince Tristan's room was —"

  Ah. So George did know about my date with Kostas. And my not-a-date, but definitely date-like night, with Prince Tristan.

  "That's enough, George," my father barked. "She's safe. And I'm sure Amanda wouldn't have sanctioned the date if Mr. Esker had looked like a man who would take advantage of the princess." He looked to Amanda for confirmation.

  "You're correct, Your Majesty," Amanda replied, as though I'd sought out her permission in the first place. "Esker is a stand-up citizen. He volunteers in his free time. What little of it he has."

  Despite the inference that Kostas had been followed, or at least investigated by Amanda, I swelled with pride and nearly cackled with glee as I heard George's quiet sputtering behind me.

  "Good, good. Now that that's settled? I believe that's all I needed from you, my dear." Father looked fondly at me and stood when I did. "I have to meet with the Smithes in preparation for those of our guests who will be arriving next week. There's no need for you to stay, if you'd rather be elsewhere."

  I had nearly forgotten about the other guests. Queen Sofia and Prince Robert were coming for another visit next week. I was supposed to accompany them, along with Gideon and Tristan, to the opera. I was really looking forward to it. I loved the opera. What I'd really like to do is scare up another ticket for Kostas, but I wasn't sure how many seats fit in our box. I filed that away for future-Violet to deal with.

  "I'll see you at dinner, Father?" I asked brightly, leaning up to wrap my arms around him for a quick hug.

  "Of course, dearest."

  I could hear George's argument against my relationships begin the second the door shut behind me. I sighed and decided to remain, pressing my ear against the door to try to hear what they were whining about.

  Amanda continued on down the hall.

  "Your MAJESTY, I must interject. There is no way that this is a good idea. I don't trust that boy. Not as far as I can throw him," George insisted.

  "And that isn't far," my father quipped.

  Here, I imagined George had shot Phillip a pointed look, as if thrown by the fact that the older man wasn't weighing in.

  "Come now, George. My daughter knows how to get what she wants and if Violet wants to have her fun with the boys, let her have it. If push comes to shove, we can always give the courier a title, attach some land onto it if things get serious." Father said. "We can make him a…duke or something, hopefully before his commoner status is revealed. That would certainly gum up the works a bit."

  I heard father suck his teeth a few times, likely shaking his head before continuing. "But, it's not something we need to worry about right now. I told Violet to be discreet. This whole thing could blow over by next week and then you'd look the fool for wasting so much energy on it. You know how fickle young people can be. Why, she's dating both of the Etrian princes as well. Allow her to have a little fun before you force her into adulthood."

  I took offence to that, but otherwise, the rest of that statement had me at least a little bit hopeful.

  "Of course, Your Majesty," Phillip said with a false grandness in his tone, one he used regularly, and yet only I seemed to pick up on. "If it becomes apparent that the princess is falling for him, I'm sure that some land can change hands. Titles can be shifted. Not to worry."

  "Good, good." King Mark nodded. "You know how I love my daughter. I want her to be happy. So if this…bicycle courier…makes her happy, I'm willing to give up some of my own land rights to make it happen. If it looks to be swinging the other way, though… talk up the princes."

  "You are a wonderful father, Your Majesty," Phillip said.

  At last, I thought, something we can both agree on. Hopefully, he'd be as wonderful and understanding when I made my actual announcement about who all I'd chosen.

  If the Smithes were taken aback by his enthusiasm over my current situation, they knew better than to voice it.

  "Quite right, Sir, I'm sure something can be arranged," Phillip reiterated. "Come, George. Let us leave the king to his work."

  That was the last thing I heard, because I had to abandon my post at the door to go hide around a corner.

  Obviously, there was something else going on if the Smithes were going to give up so easily, so soon. I kept quiet, waiting for both advisors to turn down the long corridor to the left and get out of earshot.

  Sighing in relief, I turned around to leave and ran smack into Amanda. Her hands came out to steady me, holding onto my shoulders rather tightly. My heart leapt into my throat and my feet skidded on the ground before she set me right again.

  "Sorry, Princess." She flashed a smile. "
I saw you weren't behind me, so I came back… find out anything interesting?"

  I swallowed and shook my head. "Nah, nothing. Just the usual Smithe bullshit."

  I don't know why I lied to her, but it had been my gut instinct. My gut was trustworthy, I'd found.

  She let go of my shoulders and I backed up. "I have to go find Tristan and Gideon," I said, jutting my thumb over my shoulder.

  She nodded once, but she was still standing there as I made for the rec room.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Violet

  "Why are there so many forks, again?" Gideon asked, his eyebrows raised as he looked from the faux place setting in front of him and back up again to my mirthful face. "Are we stabbing our dinner live as it runs across the table? That is the only reason I can see for having this many forks. And for that matter, why are we overseeing this? Isn't this technically George's job? Shouldn't he be here? Clicking his tongue and sucking his teeth at the supposedly shoddy workmanship?"

  I laughed loudly, the sound echoed through the palace kitchen, where we were seated in front of one of the many countertops. We were anticipating a taste test of each of the seven courses of a meal being planned for the following evening.

  When Gideon smiled at me like that, it felt like my laughter was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Like he'd do literally anything to make me laugh. Including feigned ignorance of most of these place settings: I knew for a fact that he knew as well as I did what each utensil was for.

  I'd only been been halfway surprised when George had us planning the seven course meal that had been scheduled for Queen Sofia's upcoming visit. Tristan had, also unsurprisingly, been sent on an errand outside of the kitchen. George was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

  Ever since George had found out about my night in Tristan's room, he'd been working to keep us apart. It was as if he thought we were going to start fooling around in the middle of a card game in the same room as my mother or something. We weren't animals, no matter what George seemed to think.