by Madison Faye
They felt the same as me.
“Fuck it,” Luke stood, pacing the floor and stroking his jaw like he did when he was thinking over some sort of air-tight business contact.
“Let’s do this. It’d be hard fucking work, and there’s going to be major pushback, but I think we could do this with the right backing and the right laws. This country wants us back in power instead of the crooks running the senate, I think that’s obvious to see. We’d have the backing of the public, we just need the right people near the top to see the good in this.”
I grinned, and slowly, I watched a smile break over Victor’s scowling face.
“Let’s do it,” he said quietly, standing as well. We brought our glasses together over the table, a burning, tingling energy creeping and spreading through the whole room.
“Let’s do it,” I said again as we toasted. “Let’s put our country back together.”
18
Julia
After the world’s longest bubble bath, I wrapped a sumptuous robe around myself and stepped out into Luke’s master bedroom.
The sight that greeted me brought a red to my cheeks that even burned through the flush from the bath.
The three of them were waiting for me, in their boxer briefs — three gorgeous, muscled, chiseled bodies and the three perfect, amazing, protective, kind, loving men who they belonged to.
They grinned at me, eyes taking me in as they moved towards me. Micah handed me a champagne flute.
“What’s this?”
“We’re celebrating,” he grinned.
“Oh?”
“Yep,” Vic flashed me an electrifying smile before he leaned in and kissed me slowly.
“We’re taking our country back.”
My brows shot up. “As in…”
“As in reuniting Revania under one banner again,” Micah said, sliding against me, his hand toying with the ties to my robe.
Whoa.
This was big. Revania had been three separate countries — North, South, and West — since I was a little girl. Bringing them back together was a huge deal.
“Can you even do that?”
“Damn right we can,” Luke muttered before his look softened. “It’s not going to be easy, but it’s time. And it’s what the people want anyways. Besides,”
He grinned as he leaned close, kissing me.
“We’ve got something to unite us now.”
“Something, huh?”
I stuck my tongue out at him as he growled and pulled me tight to him
“Someone,” he said quietly. “Someone none of us want to ever let go of.”
My heart skipped as I looked up into his eyes, then turning to look at Micah and Victor.
“Stay,” Victor purred, his hands circling me. “Stay, and be with us for always.”
“How would that even work?”
Micah shook his head. “That’s something we’ll figure out. But it’s all details. What matters is—”
“Us,” I finished for him.
They all nodded.
“Well,” I sighed, tapping my chin like I was making a hard decision and trying to hide the grin as I watched their faces turn anxious.
“I suppose you do have a much nicer bathtub than I do.”
The three of them snorted out laughs, Luke shaking his head and arching a brow at me.
“That’s the deal-sealer huh?”
“It’s a pretty great tub,” I teased.
Victor chuckled and pulled me close.
“Would the fact that all three of us are completely in love with you do anything to sway you?”
The heat bloomed through me, my heart flip-flopping in my chest as I looked up into all their eyes.
And I knew without a doubt it was true. I knew it was complicated, and that it wouldn’t be easy, and that people would have a lot to say about it, but there was no denying it.
They loved me, and I was helplessly, hopelessly, and totally in love with them.
“I think it just might,” I whispered, melting against Victor and letting my lips press to his.
I felt the other two move in behind me, and when the hands pulled at the tie of my robe, I moaned into Victor as they pulled it gently from my body.
They moved me to the bed in slow motion, and when I went to reach for their cocks, Luke shushed me, pushing my hand away.
“Lie back, beautiful. Tonight’s about you.”
Three sets of hands pushed me back onto the bed as three hungry mouths found my body. My breath caught, my skin shivering as they let their lips and tongue and teeth devour me. My whole body melted, my eyes closing and a gasp caught on my lips as they moved over me. A tongue slid between my legs, curling around my clit before pushing deep into my pussy. Hands lifted my leg up and back towards my chest, spreading me wide as another tongue swirled over my ass.
Another set of lips — Micah, I think, if I can remember through the haze of pleasure — kissed my mouth deeply, swirling his tongue with mine before moving to my neck. Lips grazed my skin there, making me gasp before he moved lower. His tongue teased my nipples as his two friends licked me between my legs, driving me higher and higher, until I was screaming my release to the ceiling.
They took their time that night.
Luke went first, holding my legs wide by the backs of my knees as he drove into me. Micah’s cock slipped between my lips, pulsing so hard and ready against my tongue. Victor’s strong powerful hands teased my body as his friends fucked me from both ends, until they switched.
Luke’s cock was at my mouth then, and though I could taste my own sweetness on him, the taste only drove me higher, and I moaned as I sucked him hungrily inside. Victor twisted my torso sideways, running his tongue up the seam of my ass and probing my tight little hole deeply with it before he slid in behind me. His thick cock rested at my ass, slowly easing in until the head slipped inside. Pleasure rocked through my body as he began to slide in deep - stretching and filling me so amazingly as Luke took my mouth.
Micah lifted a leg as he lay in front of me, running the head of his cock up and down my slit and teasing my clit before he found my entrance and pushed inside.
I moaned loudly, consumed by them, taken by the three of them as they began to rock in and out of me slowly.
It built, the heat growing hotter and hotter and the wave rolling faster and faster. Micah’s fingers rolled over my clit, Victor’s hands grabbed my ass possessively, and Luke stroked my cheek and told me how beautiful I was as I licked at the head of his thick cock.
And when I came, it was like a hot wave melting through me. It was like my whole body turning to liquid and exploding into a million pieces. They rocked me through one climax and then another. I was vaguely aware of them switching a few more times, but I was too lost — too drowning in my pleasure to keep track.
All that mattered was that it was the three of them and me, all together as one.
When Micah drove his cock to the hilt in my ass and grunted his release, I shattered for what felt like the hundredth time that night. His hot cum filled my ass as Luke’s hand held me tight, grinding his cock balls-deep in my pussy. Vic gaped, and when his cock throbbed between my lips, I moaned as I swallowed every sweet drop of him. Luke roared his release as he followed us over, filling me with all of him as my own orgasm ripped through me.
Half an hour later, we did it all over again.
It was later, snuggled in that big bed with my three big, powerful, amazing men holding me tight that I knew without a doubt that I’d never leave this. I knew that I’d fight for this, and hang onto this with everything I had, always.
Because it was worth it. Love was worth it.
Epilogue
Luke
It wasn’t easy, but we did it. We had to fight like hell, and there were times when shit got real pretty fast. But in the end, we cleaned house.
As it turns out, there was so much corruption in the three senates that all it took was giving the right guys — the guys i
n there who wanted to actually serve the people they were supposed to serve — the right powers to investigate, and the whole rotten house came crashing down.
We held a public vote — a massive election across all three broken pieces to let the people decide what they wanted. After all, we weren’t tyrants — we weren’t just going to take power. And the people spoke, and they spoke loudly.
It was a landslide vote for us to reunite the country as one Revania, with Micah, Victor, and myself as the royal council in charge. We took the guys who hadn’t been robbing the country blind from the senate and made them an advisory council to make sure we were fair and just in our rule.
It worked out pretty fucking great.
Oh, and the first order of business after the grand reunification ceremony bringing our country back together?
…We changed some marriage laws — specially, re-wording the use of “couple” in the existing law. I mean hell, if three, or four, or five people wanted to call themselves married, who the hell were we to say no to love?
We moved Julia’s mom to the best facilities in the country, and her health started to improve almost immediately. The three of us kept our respective palaces, so we wouldn’t be on top of one another, but we ended up all four of us being together at one or the other all the time anyways.
Julia became Queen of Revania, and the people loved her. Hell, even the haters who were all bent out of shape about the new marriage laws really couldn’t find much to bitch about with her. She was kind, and smart, and beautiful, and brought in a whole new era of public outreach and humanitarian work to our country.
Dan, her fuck-wad ex, joined the church and took a vow silence.
…I’m not even fucking kidding.
Victor’s threat to bring back medieval torture and hot-pokers up assholes may have been the deal breaker, but who knows.
We stopped going to the Club. It wasn’t sad, it just felt like moving on. That had been certain part of our lives, but we’d found what we’d actually been looking for — a woman to unite us, and bring us together, and fill the holes inside of us we’d been trying to stuff full with meaningless passing fancies. After that, the Club felt more like an old friend we’d outgrown.
We did make damn sure they fixed their security holes.
But as it turns out, we weren’t quite done with the Triple Crown Club — not after the whole thing with Julia’s cousin Anya and the drama that rocked the whole club. And certainly not after the shitstorm with her roommate Emma and the Hart brothers — the triplet Princes of Svend.
But then, those are probably stories for another time.
Life is not a fairytale, but somehow, we’d found our happy ever after. We’d found peace, and unity, and the final piece of our hearts.
We’d found love, and really, what else do you need?
The End
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Royally Claimed
Royally Claimed
I’m about to get royally screwed.
They’re dominant, gorgeous, wealthy, and actual real-life royal princes.
And they want me.
It’s every girl’s dream to find her prince charming, but what happens when she finds three of them?
…what happens when they say like to share?
They say they come as a package deal. They say they’re going to give me one night from my wildest, darkest, most forbidden fantasies. And they promise they’re make me scream their names until I’m begging for more.
But only if dare.
Ever heard the fairytale about the girl who get’s her heart claimed by three princes?
Yeah, me neither.
…But I think I’m about to.
*Please note that each of the Triple Crown Club books are completely standalone stories centered around one heroine, with no cliffhangers.
Royally Claimed is a modern fairytale involving three utterly obsessed alpha heroes and enough insta-love, kindle-melting steam, and sugary-sweetness to make you melt. For real, you guys, the insta-love in this one is out of control! 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 with NO CHEATING!
1
Anya
I was no princess.
When this whole thing started — before the heat, and the rush, and the ecstasy and danger and the scandal, I was just me. I was around royalty, and had been since I was little, being the head of affairs for my best friend, Princess Adele White of Berne. But I wasn’t royalty.
I guess it was the re-naming ceremony where this whole thing began. It was about a week before the now-infamous suitors ball at King Lucian’s palace in Avlion, and I was with Adele at the re-naming ceremony of the royal library in the capital of Berne. It’d previously been named after some Duke from hundred of years ago who had — well, nobody quite remembered what he’d done to get his name on a building, which is why Adele’s father, King Lorne was re-christening it to “The Royal Library of Berne.”
Much more fitting.
And of course, in true fashion, it was quite the royal affair. News stations, tabloid magazine reporters, bloggers, and everyday people who wanted to get a glimpse of the royal life crowded the stands to watch King Lorne’s speech on the front steps. After the speech though, there was the elegant celebratory cocktail hour inside the library, catered by the best in the kingdom of course.
“Well that was, uh, fun,” I said flatly as we stepped through the library rooms, which had been decked out in finery and tables full of food and drinks for the celebration.
Honestly, I hated glitzy events like this. Luckily, Adele did too.
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Oh, totally.”
“Should we pull the usual?”
“If you mean hoard some desserts and a bottle of champagne and sneak off until this is over, then God yes.”
I grinned. She knew me too well.
The two of us had been best friends since forever, despite her being a princess and me being, well, not. In another time, you may have called me her “head lady in waiting.” These days, I went by “head of affairs.” I did her planning, organized her schedule, did a lot of her shopping (and a good thing — you’d have thought princesses would have better taste than Adele, but she was the exception to the rule), and ran her social media stuff.
And yet, I never felt like I was her employee. In fact, I was more of a big sister to her than anything else, even if we were the same age. Adele was pretty sheltered, and it’s not like I was that worldly, but I’d seen more of it than her. I mean, I’d dated a bit, unlike my lily-white, pure as the driven snow best friend.
But still, ours was an awesome friendship, a great dynamic.
“Princess.”
We turned at the sound of the voice, glancing up at the smug, douchey-looking, overly-tanned guy with the gold crown on his head.
“Yes?” Adele smiled, bowing slightly. See, there was a reason she was the princess and not me, aside from, well, birth. She could play the role, and do it well. But me, bowing to slimy princes who looked at my tits when they addressed me wasn’t going to happen.
Adele handled him in the way only she could manage.
“Prince John, of Lapton.”
Adele nodded. “Of course. Thanks for coming to my father’s event, Your Highness.”
Barf.
Yeah, there was no way I could pull off being a princess.
“Well, Berne is on my way to my coastal estate, and I wanted to stop by on my way there for the weekend.”
“Well, I’m sure my father—”
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“To see you, Princess.”
Adele blushed. I just rolled my eyes at how cheesy and transparent the guy was.
“Why don’t you join me, Princess?”
“Join you?”
He smiled, still looking at her boobs.
“To my chateau. Beaches, champagne, moonlit nights. The view of the ocean from my quarters is breathtaking, I assure you.”
This guy can NOT be for real.
Adele, bless her, was out of her element here. For one, because she was too nice to tell him to fuck off and stop staring at her chest, and two, because she was too naive to see the invitation for what it was.
…Let’s just say, my friend being a famously virgin princess wasn’t exactly a big secret, and I saw the intention all over Prince douchebag’s face.
“You know, actually,” I stepped forward. “You’ve got that event this weekend,v Princess.”
“What event?”
I smiled thinly at the prince, ignoring my friend.
“Eye exam. They need to make sure you’re aware of where you’re looking when addressing people, remember?”
The prince stammered, looking like he wanted to come up with some sort of bullshit excuse, but failing.
“Thank you for coming to the event, Prince John,” I said, smiling widely at him as he glowered at my cock-blocking. “Please enjoy King Lorne’s hospitality, and enjoy your beach this weekend!”
“Hey, servant,” he suddenly spat. “The princess and I were talking.”
“And now we’re not,” Adele suddenly pushed forward and glared at him.
He sneered. “Do you know who I am?”
“Yeah, a dick,” I said flatly before I grabbed Adele’s arm and dragged her away.
The second we were around the corner, we both burst out laughing.
“Oh my God, I’m never going to hear the end of this from Mallory when she hears I mouthed off to a prince.”