The Triple Crown Club: Complete Series

by Madison Faye

  She moved to Dean again, gasping as she kissed him, and then Killian, again.

  Then she pulled back, gasping, her eyes wide and her whole body trembling.

  “Sorry,” she said, her voice shaky. “I had to do that.”

  “Please don’t apologize,” I growled.

  Her eyes sparked. “Okay, I think I get it.”

  “Get it?”

  “The appeal,” she said quietly.

  I growled as I pulled her close.

  “So maybe we shouldn’t stop.”

  “Maybe we shouldn’t,” she gasped. “But, I…”

  “You should go,” I said, my voice like steel. “You weren’t expecting all this.”

  “I want expecting you three,” she said quietly. “But, I— I need to go.”

  I nodded, my chest tight.

  She pulled away, turning as Killian fired off a text to our driver.

  “Oh, before I go.”

  He frowned as she turned back, grabbing her clutch purse.

  “Someone — one of the guys who brought me here — gave me something, but, I can’t keep it. Should I just leave it here? I don’t want to see them again before I go.”

  I frowned curiously, but when she pulled that little fucking bracelet out of her clutch, the whole room went still.

  Fuck.

  FUCK.

  She’d been claimed already.

  I know how fucking stupid that sounds, and I knew she’d been brought here without knowing what this place was, but a claim was a claim.

  The rules of the club were unflinching.

  “You— you should go,” I said tightly, something breaking inside.

  Anya frowned at my sudden coldness. “What?”

  “The car’s outside,” Killian growled from behind me.

  Anya blinked, still looking confused. “Oh, okay.”

  Something had changed and she knew it, even if she didn’t know what.

  “I’ll just leave this here then?”

  She set the bracelet on the table, looking back at us.

  “Thanks for tonight, guys.”

  We just nodded, shattering as she walked to the door. She turned back, as if to say something else, but she stopped and just nodded.

  “Bye.”

  And then she was gone.

  We stared at the bracelet on the table.

  Claimed.

  “Fuck,” Dean snarled. “She’s—”

  “I know.”

  Killian swore, whirling and clenching his hands into fists.

  She’d been everything.

  She’d been perfect.

  She’d been nothing we were looking for, and everything we wanted, before we even knew we wanted it.

  I knew we could all still taste her on our lips, and feel the warmth of her body under our fingertips.

  We wanted more. We had to have more. But Anya was out of our lives and beyond our reach.

  And maybe that was for the best.

  We were still in the study, finishing a last drink an hour later, when Killian went still, glaring at his phone.

  “Guys.”

  Dean looked up from his own quiet scowling.

  “What?”

  Killian nodded at his phone.

  “Brian just texted me.”

  Brian was our driver.

  I frowned, immediately thinking of Anya.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah…” his voice trailed off.

  I arched a brow, glaring at him. “And? She get home okay?”

  He nodded, his eyes going wide.

  “Jesus fuck, Killian,” Dean hissed. “What the fuck are you—”

  “She got home to the royal palace of Berne, okay.”

  We froze.

  What.

  “‘Home’ was King Lorne’s fucking palace; he just dropped her at the front gates.”

  We glanced at each other, blood roaring in our ears.

  Who the hell was this girl?

  6

  Anya

  I barely made it to my bed back at the palace. My whole body was on fire as I slammed the door to my quarters and and fell onto my bed, hands pulling my dress up high as I skimmed them up my thighs.

  I moaned as my fingers found my soaked panties, dragging over my seam through the sticky cotton and whimpering into my pillow.

  It was so wrong, but oh my God, the thought of having three men all at once had my whole body aching for release. It’d never been a fantasy of mine — not that I’d been against it — it just wasn’t a fantasy I’d explored. Sure, I’d maybe had nights alone where I felt especially dirty, thinking about two men.

  But three?

  My fingers pushed beneath the edges of my panties, and I moaned, thinking of the women I’d seen at the club — women pressed hotly between multiple men, shuddering in pleasure as six hands, three mouths, and three cocks pushed them past anything they’d ever known.

  But in my fantasy, it was me.

  Me and them — my nameless, gorgeous, amazing strangers.

  Walking into that room had gone from terrifying to just… perfect. I’d felt safe with them — protected. Like I was meant to find them there.

  And those kisses… God.

  I gasped as my fingers slid through my slick pussy, rubbing over my hard little clit and sending heat through my body.

  That place had been insane, but there in that room with them, everything had been perfection. Kissing them had been insane, and yet perfect. They’d each been different, but all of them had poured so much of them into those kisses that I’d drowned in them.

  And I wanted more.

  Two fingers curled easily inside, and I cried out as I began to grind my palm against my clit. My slick juices coated my hand, soaking my panties until they clung to me as my fingers pumped inside.

  I imagined what would have happened if I’d stayed in that room. I pictured letting them pull my dress off. I imagined their tongues sliding over me, pushing between my legs. I imagined hands grabbing me hard and making me bend over for them — taking turns, and then all at once, making me theirs.

  I was lost in a fantasy world of three mouths, six hands, and three big, hard….

  I turned and buried the scream into my pillow as the orgasm tore through me. My whole body sizzled, my pussy clenching tight on my fingers as in my fantasy, my three gorgeous strangers made me come.

  For them.

  After, I lay panting, my mind spinning and my body still on fire at the thought of them claiming me like that.

  Well, I certainly had a story now. A dark, forbidden story about my one night at a sex club where I kissed three gorgeous amazing men.

  But that’s all it would be — a story for later. Maybe for when I’d had one drink too many and blurted the whole thing out to Adele to make her blush.

  Because after all, I was never going back there, and never seeing them again.

  Right?

  Another day, another royal affair. The next day, it was an unveiling ceremony honoring fallen soldiers. Berne had sent a fair number of marines to the conflict in the middle east, and the monument was truly both awe-inspiring and emotional.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  It was after Adele’s own moving speech, and we were back in the backstage area of the event. She frowned as she looked at me, but I waved her off.

  “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. You just gave a pretty emotional speech.”

  She shrugged, and she was starting to look away when she glanced back at me.

  “Nah, I’m not buying that. You never listen to my speeches.”

  “I do too!”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “You never texted me last night.”

  I knew I couldn’t meet her eyes, so I looked everywhere but her face.

  “Sorry, late night and then I just came back to the palace and crashed.”

  “Late night, fun night?”

  I grinned. “You trying to live vicariously through me again?”

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  I laughed. “It was nothing.”

  “So, details please?”

  “Nope.”

  “Oh come on!”

  I groaned. “Okay, fine, I went to a club thing with these two guys I met last night.”

  Hey, it wasn’t a lie.

  Adele made a dramatic “oooooo-ing” sound, arching her brows.

  “No, opposite. They were total creeps.”

  Also not a lie.

  Adele frowned. “Sorry. Total bust of a night?”

  I didn’t answer, because I was thinking of them — my strangers from the strange club.

  “Um, you’re lying.”

  I looked up quickly. “What?”

  My friend was grinning.

  “You’re totally blushing, which means something happened that you’re not telling me about.”

  “I am not!”

  “Yes, you are. I know your tells.”

  “Well, fine, whatever.”

  Adele looked at me gleefully.

  “Did you go home with anyone?”

  “What? No! Just kissed—”

  I froze.

  Shit.

  “Oh reeeaally!?” Adele cracked up, her jaw dropping. “And how was that?”

  Now I knew I was blushing as I felt my whole face get hot.

  “Fine, whatever,” I said, nudging her forward. “C’mon we’re going to be late to get back out there for your dad’s speech.”

  She sighed. “I’m going to demand details later.”

  “Demand away, Princess, I’m not saying a thing.”

  She laughed. “Fine.”

  The rest of the ceremony passed smoothly. King Lorne’s speech was a crowd pleaser, the royal guard did a military exercise, and a semi-famous pop singer sang the national anthem of Berne.

  And everything was about to end just fine. In fact, if the tubby cameraman from Channel 9 News hadn’t moved, I may have gone on with my life with the night before being just what I’d assumed it would be — a fun, crazy memory.

  But then, a few things happened.

  The cameraman turned, and the sun glinting off his camera lens pulled my attention that way. Roughly half a second later, he moved. A quarter second after that my focus, and my breath caught.

  Immediately after that, the whole world froze.

  It was them.

  My three strangers were at the unveiling ceremony, standing behind a row of guards, in the section of the stands to the right of the stage reserved for visiting royalty.

  Royalty.

  Oh. My. God.

  They turned at the same time, and three sets of gorgeous, deep eyes locked onto me. Three mouths opened in surprise, but then slowly pulled into hungry grins as we all locked eyes.

  My strangers — the three men I’d kissed the night before like a completely crazy girl, were standing right in front of me…

  Wearing crowns.

  7

  Anya

  The moment was shattered by crowds cheering at some final words. Everyone on the stage I was sitting on next to Adele rose to clap, and I took the moment to bolt from the stage. I lunged down the steps to the backstage area, feeling like my whole head was spinning.

  I knew who they were now. I hadn’t placed it the night before, because why on Earth would I have placed men like them in a place like that. But seeing them in the crowns, at a royal event, had cemented it.

  Tam. They were the three “Princes in limbo” of Tam, one of our near neighboring kingdoms. I knew them from the papers, a bit, though nothing scandalous or gossipy. They were in the middle of a fight with some old rules in their kingdom about them ascending to their fathers’ positions as the three kings.

  The details I couldn’t remember at the moment, but they also weren’t important. What was important was the reality: I’d kissed three princes, at a goddamn sex club.

  And they knew exactly who I was.

  I made it three steps before I gasped as the hand grabbed my arm, pulling me around. I whirled, pulling my fist back, when I stopped short, breathlessly looking up into their eyes.

  “Whoa, easy!” It was the blond one who threw his hands up and stepped back.

  “Were you about to hit me?”

  I glared at him. “I should.”

  “And why is that?”

  I swallowed the heat from my face. “Uh, because you lied to me?”

  He and the other two grinned smugly. “Oh, did we?”

  “Yes!” I hissed. “Maybe you tell someone when you’re royal princes?”

  “Maybe you tell someone when you live in a castle!”

  We all glared at each other — not really mad, but heatedly. That is, until the other heat — the heat and electric feeling from the night before came back.

  Hard.

  It was the heat that came with proximity to them — the teasing, aching feeling of wanting more of them.

  I shivered under their gazes.

  “We didn’t tell you because you didn’t recognize us.”

  “Well, I do now.”

  “Dean,” blondie said, his jaw tight.

  “Jace,” the one with the black hair and the blue eyes who I’d kissed first said in a low growl.

  “And I’m Killia—”

  “Yeah, I know who you are!” I hissed. “You’re the princes of Tam.”

  They nodded quietly.

  “Oh, wonderful. I made out with three heads of state last night,” I spat sarcastically.

  “And what does this information change?”

  I laughed brittlely. “Um, a lot? I can’t go around kissing princes.”

  “And why not?” Killing murmured, his powerful hand coming up to push his fingers through his thick, gorgeous dark hair.

  “Because it’s unseemly,” I said, feeling as prudish saying it as I’m sure it sounded.

  “And what century is it?”

  I laughed in spite of myself, my frown shattering as I felt the small smile creep over my face.

  “What were you three doing at a place like that?” I said quickly.

  “We told you, we’re—”

  Killian punched Jace in the arm, and they all went silent.

  “Well?”

  Dean sighed. “Nothing, it’s just supposed to be anonymous.”

  “Why, because you’re—”

  My eyes went wide as the answer hit me before I even finished my sentence.

  I’d only heard it in rumor before, because — c’mon, how could it possibly be real? Girls told it giggling at bachelorette parties. Guys joked about being members.

  But the Three Crowns Club was all an urban legend.

  …Right?

  “I think you’ve got it,” Killian said slowly.

  “Was— was that the three crowns club last night?”

  The three of them chuckled.

  “What?” I hissed.

  “Triple,” Jace said quietly. “It’s called the Triple Crown Club.”

  The very name sent a shiver through me, my body burning in all sorts of places.

  No. Freaking. Way.

  “Last night? Seriously?”

  Dean nodded. “Yep.”

  “And wait, ‘Crown’ as in, all the members are princes?”

  The three of them looked surprised.

  “Well, c’mon, it’s not exactly hard to put that together. If you’re trying to hide it, you might want to pick a better name.”

  They grinned, and Killian nodded.

  “Yes, they are. Well, royalty, at least.”

  Holy shit. The place was real — an entire club where princes went to share women. My fantasy from the night before came back with vengeance, instantly sending heat between my legs. Dirty thoughts of the three of them pulling my clothes off, and taking me, and claiming me…

  My face burned hot.

  Only this time, in the fantasy, they kept their crowns on.

  I blushed even deeper as I looked away.

  “You’ve been thinking abou
t last night.”

  I looked up sharply at Dean’s words.

  “Well, yeah,” I said quietly, my face bright red.

  “Good,” Killian growled. “So have we.”

  I swallowed, the back hallway suddenly feeling much smaller.

  “Have you now?”

  “A lot,” Jace murmured. “In fact, we can’t stop thinking about it.”

  I took a shaky breath. “And what ‘it’ are we talking about?”

  “You,” Dean murmured, stepping closer. “We’re talking about how we can’t stop thinking about you, and that kiss. Because that was a lot more than just a kiss, and I think you know that.”

  My whole body shivered, his words teasing me in deep, wonderful places.

  But I shook my head. This was crazy, after all, right?

  “I was in weird place, and I thought I’d never see you again, and I was drunk—”

  “Don’t.”

  Killian frowned.

  “Don’t pull the ‘I was drunk’ card.”

  He was right, I hadn’t been. I mean, one drink had me buzzing, but that’d been more just because I’d been around them. I couldn’t excuse what had happened because of the alcohol, that wasn’t fair.

  Or true.

  What’d happened had happened because I was drawn to them. Yes, maybe I was feeling a little extra impulsive, and crazy the other night, but it was all because of them.

  The way they drew me in like a moth to flame. The way they left my body wanting more and my lips desperately wanting another taste.

  “You know that was more than a kiss,” Jace growled.

  “I—”

  They were right, and there wasn’t even any use in denying it. I’d “just kissed” men before, and nothing had ever been like that

  Kissing them had changed my world.

  But come on, there were three of them! How could it mean more than just a kiss when there were three men involved?

  “What are you doing tonight?”

  I blinked, looking up quickly at Dean.

  “Are you asking me out?”

  “Yes.”

  They all said it at once, and I shivered and blushed at the same time.

  “I’m not that girl,” I said quietly.

  “Which girl is that?”