Royally Shared

by Madison Faye

  “On my desk,” he growled into my lips. “And on your knees.”

  The wood was smooth under my bare butt as I slid back onto it. I brought my legs up, my whole body tingling with desire as I moved onto my hands and knees on his desk, facing him. He pulled me down, bringing my hands to his thighs and leaving my ass up in the air before he moved his hands to his fly.

  He slowly tugged it down, my face inches from his bulge as he reached in, groaned, and suddenly slid his dress pants and his boxers down his thighs.

  I moaned.

  Prince Luke was huge. His thick, hard cock throbbing in front of my face, the head engorged and pulsing — a single drop of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

  Holy shit did I want him.

  His hand wrapped around his big dick, stroking himself slowly in front of me as I moaned quietly. He was as enormous as his friends had been, and the wicked thought of having them all at the same time came roaring through my head, making it swim.

  “Open your mouth, beautiful,” he groaned, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my cheek. “Open your mouth so I can feel those sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”

  Gladly.

  My lips slid over his head, my cheeks hollowing as I sucked him slowly. I moaned, inhaling as much of him as I could as I bobbed lower onto his cock. He leaned forward, groaning and pushing himself deeper into my throat as his hands slid up my bare back. I moaned as he grabbed my ass, spanking me and making me cry out around his shaft. His hand slid between my legs, finding my slick, eager pussy and sliding two fingers deep inside of me as I sucked on his cock.

  I had officially left the old me behind and jumped head first into whatever new me this was. The new me that had one-night threesomes, with princes. The new me who got on her hands and knees on her boss’s desk and moaned like a slut around his cock while he played with her pussy.

  Two nights ago, I’d decided to “get a little wild”, and now, it seemed I never stopped going down that road.

  Prince Luke’s hand came spanking down on my ass again, making me moan as I slurped on his cock. His fingers curled deep inside my sticky pussy, pulling out to tease my clit before plunging back in.

  Suddenly, he pulled away, groaning as he pulled his cock from my eager, sucking lips.

  “Stay just like that for me, beautiful,” he growled into my ear, pulling my face up to kiss me fiercely. He placed my hands on the edge of his desk. “Don’t you move.”

  I shivered as he shed his clothes in front of me, my eyes drinking in his perfectly chiseled abs, his hard, muscled chest, his bulging biceps, and those shoulders that—

  I froze as my eyes landed on the dark, etched lines of ink on his sculpted shoulder.

  Three crowns. A small crest.

  My whole body melted.

  It was just an urban legend, right? There wasn’t actually a Triple Crown Club where three “crowns” came together to claim one woman together, right?

  …Except, the evidence was standing right in front of me, stroking his big cock and looking at me like he wanted to devour me whole.

  The tattoo was exactly the same as Micah’s and Victor’s.

  Luke moved behind me, and my thoughts where shaken from me when I felt his breath on my thighs. His powerful hands grabbed my ass, spreading me wide, and before I knew it, I felt his hot wet tongue drag through my folds. I whimpered, clawing at the desk as he pushed his tongue deep inside, his groans vibrating through me. He moved down, sucking my clit and flicking it with his tongue. He moved higher, and I cried out as that wicked tongue swirled over my asshole. I gripped the edge of the desk tightly, my back arching as I pressed back into him.

  Wanting more.

  Craving more.

  Luke tongued my ass another few seconds before he pulled away, and when I felt him climb onto the desk behind me, my whole body shivered.

  “You’ve had my friends,” he growled, his muscled legs brushing my ass and the thick head of his cock teasing up the inside of my thigh.

  “But this time” he growled. “This time, you’re going to be mine.”

  His cock centered on my pussy, and his thick head spread my lips as he pushed forward. One hand slid up into my hair, wrapping it in his fist and tugging as the other gripped my hip tight.

  “And now, beautiful,” Prince Luke purred into my ear, his thick, pulsing head just inside of me.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”

  I screamed as he drove in all the way to the hilt in one stroke, the pleasure exploding through me. He pulled back, only to drive in all the way all over again, his heavy balls hitting my clit and his cock stretching me wide. I cried out, raking my nails across his desk as he began to fuck me like an animal, his hips slamming against my ass. His hand held my hair tight, just enough to make me gasp and send adrenaline roaring through me.

  He ground in deep, and when his hand came down with a smack against my ass, I lost it.

  I screamed my release into his office — thankful that his guards weren’t by the door, but honestly knowing I’d have screamed anyways even if they were. The orgasm tore through me, taking the breath from my body and sending me reeling as his cock drove into me again and again. My legs gave out, collapsing me onto the desk in a panting, trembling puddle.

  …But the prince wasn’t done.

  He started to fuck me faster and deeper, nailing me to the desk beneath me as his hands held me tight. I cried out again and again, one climax tumbling into another as my gorgeous, dominant boss fucked me like I belonged to him — like I was his to take.

  And I loved it.

  I screamed for more, not even myself as I begged him to go harder, and faster, and deeper — writhing across his desk as his big dick pistoned into me over and over.

  “Do you feel that, beautiful?” he groaned into my ear. “That’s me making you mine. I’m going to fill this little pussy with my cum now.” He growled, pulling a gasp from my lips as he drove in deep. “You’ve had Micah and Victor, but this time, it’s going to be my cum that you feel filling you to the brim. This time, it’ll be me that leaves you bow-legged, and marked, and wanting more. This time it’s me that claims you.”

  I moaned, clawing at his desk and feeling another climax about to explode through my body.

  “Is that understood?” he growled, hammering his words home with his cock filling me to the hilt.

  “Yes, sir,” I gasped, my whole world about to shatter. “Please.”

  “Please what, Ms. Carlson,” he groaned into my ear, his cock a blur as he drove himself in and out of my dripping slit.

  “Please come in me!”

  The words are what did it, I think. It was my submissive begging for his cum that shoved me over the edge of my final climax, sending me reeling and screaming as the orgasm tore through me.

  Prince Luke roared, grabbing my waist tight and driving his cock as deep as he could. I could feel him throbbing deep inside me, and I cried out as I felt his hot sticky cum explode deep inside of me.

  I was trembling, barely able to even suck in a breath of air as he slowly came to a stop. He moved us, turning us both over onto our sides right there on his huge wooden desk in his royal office.

  His cock stayed firmly inside of me.

  I panted in my aftershocks, feeling his powerful arms wrap around me and pull me tight, his hands soothing my skin. He was also still completely hard inside of me.

  We lay there for a while, just finding our breaths and waiting for pulses to come back to a normal level. Slowly, he withdrew, and helped me up from the desk.

  “And what do you think you’re doing?”

  I trembled at his words in my ear, his body pressing against mine from behind as I’d been reaching for my clothes.

  “Oh, I—”

  I frowned, looking down and doing everything I could to ignore the thought that was roaring to get free.

  …The thought that knew that hadn’t just been mind-blowing sex. The thoug
ht that knew that’d felt a whole lot like something more.

  But that was an absurd, silly, naive thought, and I knew it. Luke was a prince after all, and gorgeous, and rich, and powerful, and had a cock molded from a god's. And in all likelihood, he’d done this to a long, storied string of “personal assistants.”

  I just happened to be the newest one.

  It stung a little, but I knew it had to be the case. And with that, I knew it was time to leave now.

  “I just thought I’d be—”

  “Going?”

  He turned me in his arms, his brow furrowing as he looked down into my eyes. A small smirk teased the corners of his lips.

  “You think I do this all the time, don’t you?”

  I blushed at his guessing my thoughts, rolling my eyes a little.

  I shrugged, forcing a small smile. “You’re a prince, after all,” I said quietly. “Rich, and powerful, and gorgeous, and—”

  “Gorgeous, huh?”

  He grinned, and I stumbled over my words, biting my lip as I grinned back.

  “You know what I mean, I just assume this—”

  “Ms. Carlson,” he said quietly, his big arms wrapping tight around me as he pulled me tight to his hard, chiseled, warm body.

  “Let me assure you that fucking my personal assistant across my desk in my royal office is something I’ve never done.”

  A smile teased his lips again as he saw the surprise in my eyes.

  “Do you know who my PA was before you?”

  I shook my head.

  “Leon.”

  I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth in embarrassment.

  “Solid, loyal subject. Terrible personal assistant. I would assume fucking him on top of my desk would be far less enjoyable, though I can promise I’ve got no actual experience to say that with certainty.

  I laughed again, melting against him. The glow teased through me as I looked up into his eyes, suddenly seeing him in a whole new light. He wasn’t just the hard, dominant, sex god who’d just rocked my whole world. He was also endearing, and soft, and warm, and funny, and tender.

  “So, to you thinking you’d ‘just leave,’ let me just say ‘not a fucking chance.’” he purred into my lips, leaning down and kissing me deeply.

  “You’re mine now.”

  My pulse thudded as I swallowed, the heat coursing through me.

  “Yours.”

  “Mine,” he growled. “Now. I think I’ve got a private bathroom and a shower wall that’s begging me to fuck you against it.”

  9

  Victor

  I made those two assholes come to me the next time. Hell, we all had private jets at our disposal, and it’s not like South Revania was exactly a far trip from West or North.

  And besides, this was important.

  Micah and I heard what happened with Luke and Julia on her first and second day working as his PA. Shit, we’d have to been blind to not see that happening from a mile away. In any case, he called us both on conference call and told us the whole thing after their day in his office.

  I’m not going to lie — what I’d felt when he’d told me was jealousy. Green, evil, tearing jealousy. And that was why my two best friends had flown to my palace for dinner that night, to hash the shit out. Because no woman had ever come between us. No woman had ever meant enough to any of us that we wanted her for our own.

  Julia changed that, and that meant we needed to settle this.

  We’d stuck to neutral topic while we’d eaten — just bullshitting about sports, some vanilla political talk, and some new crazy shit we’d just heard about going on in the kingdom of Lorne — something about their Captain of the guard claiming the goddamn royal Princess as his bride.

  None of us had the details of that yet, but I’d made a note to call my contacts in Lorne the next day.

  So, yeah, we’d avoided Julia talk during dinner, but after, in my study, it was time to bite the bullet.

  Luke sighed, putting his drink down on the table of my study and toying with the glass.

  “You can’t have her to yourself, Luke,” Micah said quietly, sipping his scotch.

  “I know that,” our friend muttered, looking away.

  “You sure?”

  His eyes snapped to mine.

  “Would you like me to repeat myself?”

  “Easy,” I growled. “C’mon, brother, you know why we’re all here.”

  He sighed, shaking his head.

  “Sorry, yeah. I know. I just…”

  He didn’t finish, but he didn’t have to. We knew what he was thinking cause we were too.

  Julia.

  Julia who’d fallen into all three of our lives in different ways and hooked us bad.

  “We feel the same about her as you do, Luke,” Micah said. “Look, man, I know you saw her first and all, but c’mon.” He shook his head. “You can’t blame us.”

  “I know,” Luke growled, picking his glass back up and sipping it deeply. “Fuck,” he muttered.

  “This is a problem,” I nodded.

  We’d shared girls bodies before, but nothing like this. Nothing where it meant anything close to what this meant. This was different and we knew it.

  Luke glanced up at Micah, and then at me. “The other issue here is the Club. I know none of us want to talk about that little detail, but it’s unavoidable.”

  “Agreed,” Micah nodded.

  “She saw my Club tattoo the other day, I know it. She didn’t say anything, but I saw the way her eyes went wide when she did, which means she’s seen both of yours and is putting it together.”

  Almost subconsciously, my hand reached across my chest and rubbed my shoulder, where the ink I’d received upon membership to the Triple Crown Club lived.

  “Fuck it,” I shook my head, my jaw tight. “Fuck it, let her see.”

  Luke shot daggers at me with his eyes.

  “No, not a chance. We’re not bringing her to that place?”

  “And why not?” I shot back.

  “Because.”

  “Vic has a point, brother,” Micah growled. “Let her see. It’s a part of who we are, and showing her rather than letting her make her own assumptions is a better idea.”

  “She can use her imagination.”

  Micah narrowed his eyes at Luke.

  “You know you can’t keep her, Luke.”

  Luke growled into his drink.

  “We feel the same fucking way as you man,” I said quietly, meeting my friend’s eye. “How you felt, when you found out it was her we’d been with that night without you there? Well, guess fucking what, it’s what we’ve been feeling after hearing about your day with her. Look, this is why we’re here, okay? This can not change who we are as friends, that I think we can agree on.”

  Luke nodded without hesitation.

  “Absolutely. Look, I don’t want this to come between us.” He met my eye, before looking at Micah. “I just…”

  He trailed off, and the room went quiet.

  “What if she was all of ours,” Micah said in the silence. “Look, there was something there between the three of us that first night, and clearly, there’s something between you and her too.” He shrugged. “It’s not like we’ve never shared before.”

  “This is different,” I said slowly, looking at Luke. “I’ll grant that. Sharing more than just a night with a passing fancy is new territory for us. But, we’re close as brothers, and we all want the other two to be happy, right?”

  They nodded.

  “So maybe it’d be something she’d be into.”

  “Unless it totally freaks her out.”

  Luke and I both chuckled at Micah’s words.

  “Unless that,” I muttered, raising my glass in a mock toast before looking at Luke.

  “The two of us are already there, brother.” I glanced at Micah to see him nodding in agreement. “But you…” I shrugged. “Could you?”

  Luke met my eye, his face rigid.

  “For her? Absolut
ely. With you two, yeah, of course.”

  I glanced at Micah, and he nodded. “It’s her decision, but yes, sharing her heart with you two I could do.”

  They both turned to me, and I nodded. “Yes, of course.”

  We grinned at each other, taking deep breaths before clinking glasses across the table.

  “So,” Luke took a sip of his drink. “Now what?”

  I nodded slowly. “Now, I say we bring her to the Club and let her see for herself.”

  Luke whistled. “It might freak her out.”

  “It might, but it also might give her an idea. Let her see what being with all three of us will mean.”

  Micah nodded slowly. “Think she’s ready?”

  “Yes,” Luke answered instantly before glancing warily at both of us.

  “The question is, are we?”

  10

  Micah

  She was speechless for a minute — a full fucking minute — after Luke finished speaking.

  Fuck I’d missed being around her. I hadn’t seen her since that night with Vic, and almost a week later, not being near her had been giving me fucking headaches and kept me from sleeping. She was like air I’d learned to breathe, and without her, I was gasping for more.

  We were in Luke’s office — her sitting in a chair across from the three of us on one of his sofas. A few days go, being here in the room where Luke had claimed her would have brought up all sorts of shit inside of me. But now, the three of us had buried that ax. We’d come to the only logical conclusion when it came to all three of us and our obsession with Julia.

  She’d be all of ours, or no ones, and that choice would be hers.

  So, now, being in this room and glancing at my friend’s desk where he’d made her come and scream for more didn’t fill me with confusion and jealousy.

  Fuck, it made me hard.

  “All three of you.”

  They were appropriate first words after three guys tell you they all want to be with you, together, equally. The three of us nodded.

  “Yes,” Luke said quietly. “Look, I understand this sounds insane, and I understand if you’re worried, or freaked out. But we all felt something with you. Something we weren’t looking for and something we’re not even sure what to do with. But I know being away from you, and not being with you isn’t something any of us are prepared to do.”