Royally Tempted (The Triple Crown Club Book 3) Read online

  If this was the Triple Crown Club, it meant these three were royalty of some kind.

  I shivered again.

  In front of me, the whole room was melting into heat and decadence. The girl in the chair straddling the guy’s lap rose up, and I gasped as I saw him pull his thick cock out of his tuxedo pants. She moaned wildly as she settled back down, her panties pushed to the side as he slowly sank every inch inside of her pussy. Two other men stood beside her, and I watched as they pulled their own cocks out. She whimpered, turning to take one into her mouth, and my jaw dropped.

  “This is…”

  I trailed off, my blood pumping hot and my body reacting to what I was seeing. This was so filthy and scandalous and…and…

  And hot.

  Like, really, really hot, and there was no use in pretending it wasn’t having an effect on me. My skin felt warmer, my blood pumped faster, my nipples hardened under my thin dress.

  …And I was very, very wet.

  “This is nothing you’ve ever seen before, am I right?” he growled lowly.

  “Yes,” I whispered

  “Like what you see?”

  My breath caught as the second one’s hand slid up my arm. I turned, looking up into his gorgeous blue eyes, that chiseled aristocratic chin, and those perfect lips. And I melted a little.

  “Are you trying to fluster me?” I said quietly.

  “Maybe.” The first man grinned.

  “Trying to make me freak out?”

  “Perhaps.”

  I gasped at the voice from behind me, and then the feel of a hard, chiseled body moving against my back.

  God, they were so hot, in this magnetic way that made it impossible to pull myself away from them. It was like they were a drug I was addicted to. And I knew what they were doing. I knew they were trying to push me to freak out — and maybe not for the kiss bet we’d made, but maybe just to prove to me the I shouldn’t be there so they could get me to leave. After all, if this was the Triple Crown Club and I was sure it was, me being here was a huge breach.

  I was not a guest of the royals, or invited by anyone. I’d snuck in. Worse, I was a reporter. I was the enemy in a place like this. So I knew they were just trying to push me to break to get me away, but at the same time, I couldn’t resist.

  I was panting as the second man pulled me close, the one I’d kissed standing to the side and smirking as the second and the third pressed against me from either side.

  “And just what do you think you’re doing?” I whispered.

  “Not flustering you, of course,” the second one said with a smug grin.

  “Right, of course.”

  “Just like you’re ‘not’ practically panting at what’s going on in here,” the third man growled into my ear, making me shiver. I could feel his hardness pressing into my ass, and as they pressed closer, I felt the same thick bulge on the one in front of me.

  And I was so fucking turned on.

  I was fairly sure I was losing my mind, or maybe on drugs somehow, or maybe under a spell. But whatever it was, I couldn’t move away. I didn’t want to move away.

  And I definitely wanted what came next.

  The second man kissed me, hard. His tongue claimed my mouth, his lips searing to mine as my whole world spun. I could feel the man behind me growling into my neck, his hands on my hips and pulling me into him as the other man kissed me like I belonged to him. He took his time, letting me drown in that kiss before he pulled back. The third guy pulled me around, dragging me tight against him as he kissed me next. I moaned into his mouth, feeling like I was on fire as both of them ran their hands over my body.

  The man I’d kissed first was next, pulling me around and kissing me — harder than he had the first time, like he was hungrier for it now. He growled into my lips, and I moaned as I felt both the other two press into me from behind.

  I had no idea what was happening to me.

  …But I liked it.

  A loud moan pulled my attention to the couch across the room, and my eyes about popped out of my head.

  The women was on her knees, straddling one man who was balls-deep inside of her. In front of her, a second man held her hair in a fist as she moaned around his slick, thick cock. But behind her, it was the third man that had me gasping — the muscled, gorgeous man with tattoos down one arm that crouched behind her and pressed the big head of his cock against her ass.

  Oh. My. God.

  Lips found my neck — two sets of them, on both sides of me, trailing down to nip at my collarbone. My whole body shivered in ecstasy.

  “Not freaked out yet, right?” the first man growled smugly in my ear.

  “Nope,” I barely breathed out.

  “Curious?” he purred.

  “Maybe.”

  “You’re flushed.”

  “It’s hot in here.”

  I moaned as he yanked me against him, kissing me hard enough to make my knees weak. I could feel how hard he was, and when another of them pressed in behind me, I could feel that too.

  This was unlike anything I’d ever remotely done before. It was like nothing I’d ever even dared to fantasize about. And I knew I should have run screaming from that place, but I was powerless to listen to that voice inside.

  Because I knew deep down, the dirty, filthy, most hidden part of me wanted this.

  Badly.

  And after all, I was at the Triple Crown Club, right? If ever a time to see where something like this led…

  I gasped as the four of us tumbled onto a couch along the wall near us. I moaned, drawing in the eroticism of everything going on around me, and these three gorgeous, dominant men who were tapping into this dark, forbidden part of me.

  One of them pulled me into his lap, and it struck me that not knowing their names, or even being able to tell them apart because of the masks was making this even crazier.

  My legs spread as I sank onto his lap, at the same time, the second one pulled my hair back from my neck and ran his lips up my jawline and the one beneath me growled, hungrily.

  “Well, well, well…” he purred. “No panties?”

  I froze, my face going red. I’d actually forgotten I was bare under my dress.

  “Looks like someone came as a dirty girl tonight,” the man behind me growled into my ear.

  “I— I just forgot them,” I said lamely

  The man whose lap I was on grinned. “Oh, so it was an accident.”

  “Uh-huh…ohh,” I cried out as his hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress high. His strong fingers moved over my totally bare, totally exposed pussy, stroking one fingertip through my slick lips.

  “Is it an accident how wet you are?”

  I whimpered, gasping as he stroked me lightly.

  “Lift your dress up, baby-girl,” he growled.

  “I don’t take orders from strange men,” I moaned back.

  “Yeah but you’re dying to,” he whispered fiercely as he leaned up and kissed me hard.

  “Lift your dress up, baby,”

  And slowly, I reached down and I did what he said. I tugged at the hem of my dress, pulling it up high so all of me was exposed to them. The third man moved to sit on the couch next to us, groaning as my pussy came into view.

  “Fuck you have a pretty pussy,” he growled lowly.

  What was I doing? I was saying yes — no, shouting yes, even when I knew I should say no. But I couldn’t resist them.

  The two men on the couch each ran a hand up my thighs, their fingers sliding over my dripping wet pussy, making me moan as the man behind me kissed my neck.

  “There’s people—”

  “We’re wearing masks,”

  The one under me looked up into my eyes.

  “Show me how wet you are, baby.”

  I panted, doing it even as I told myself not to. I spread my legs wide, and the three of them groaned. I could feel how hard he was under me, his bulge pressing against my thigh.

  “Not freaking out yet, right?”

/>   I barely managed to whimper a “no.”

  “Well, wet or not, I’m going to kiss you anyways.”

  I moaned into the kiss as his hands grabbed my waist and pulled my bare slit hard against his thick erection. Hands pulled me away, and I whimpered as the man next to him on the couch kissed me, his hand sliding back between my legs. One finger rolled over my clit as I ground down on his friend’s cock, and my whole body ignited.

  Behind me, the third man began to pull my dress off my shoulders, slipping it down until my breasts were bared to them. My soft pink nipples puckered into points, and before I knew it, the man behind me was leaning around to take one between his lips. His tongue swirled over the tender peak as his friend played with my clit and his other friend ground his erection against my soaking wet pussy.

  My head was whirling, and my hands were dropping to the laps in front of me before I could stop them. I could feel how hard they were, and the feeling of two rock hard cocks under my fingers and one pressing into my back had my senses going into overdrive.

  “Ever done this before, sweetheart?” one growled.

  “Are you kidding me?” I gasped, moaning as lips sucked on my nipple.

  “We don’t know you, the man under me said with a dark, smug smirk. “Could be you do this every weekend with strange men you just met.”

  “Only every other,” I moaned back sarcastically.

  They chuckled darkly as they moved back in, lips, hands and bulges pressing into me.

  “We mean have you ever been with more than one guy before?” the man behind me purred into my ear.

  I blushed, one fishing memory coming to mind.

  The man under me groaned. “I think you better tell us, you dirty little girl.”

  I whimpered at his words, but I shook my head.

  “No, it was just…”

  “Tell us.”

  “An old boyfriend, back in college,” I whispered. God, I’d never told anyone this story, not even Julia.

  “I let his roommate watch us once,” I croaked out, shivering and having no idea why I’d decided to share that with these three strangers. But then, I was also letting these three beautiful strangers strip me in a room full of debaucherous sex as they put their hands and mouths all over me.

  “And did you like it?” the one to the side on the couch growled, his finger still rolling slow little circles on my clit and driving me insane.

  “I—”

  “Be a good girl and tell the truth.”

  I moaned.

  “Yes,” I whispered, my whole face turning red.

  “Good,” he purred, his eyes flashing fire and heat.

  “Because I want to watch you,” he growled.

  “With them.” He nodded his chin at the man behind me and the one under me.

  I gasped sharply, the filthiness of this fantasy-come-to-life setting me on fire inside.

  “Here?” I whispered, my eyes wide as I turned and glanced nervously at the room. Mostly everyone was occupied, and the way we were sitting, the three of them were basically hiding me from view.

  But was I really ready for more? Was I ready for any of this?

  “We’ll go somewhere private,” the one behind me said, his voice thick with lust. The three of them took turns kissing me deeply again, until I was sure I was soaking through the pants on the man under me.

  They pulled my dress up and helped me stand, smoothing it down over my bare ass.

  Three men grabbed me.

  Three men kissed me fiercely.

  Three men half-dragged and half-carried me from the room, all while I panted for more, and for what might come.

  “This way, beautiful,” one growled in my ear.

  “Time to show you exactly what club you walked into tonight.”

  Chapter 7

  Malcolm

  My head was fucking spinning as we stumbled out of that room. My skin felt like it was on fire, and every muscle in my body was tensed and ready to spring.

  Because I wanted more of this girl. I needed more — craved more. I wanted to pull her against me and claim her right there against the wall, again and again and again until she was mine utterly and completely.

  She had something about her that drew me in — and both my brothers too — like damn moths to flames. Okay, yes, the three of us were members of the Triple Crown Club. Yes, we came to a sex club. We’d shared women before, of course. Plenty of times. But I can say without a moment's hesitation that no woman had ever made me as hard or excited or damn obsessed as this.

  Who the fuck was this girl?

  For too long, the three of us had been looking for something more. It’s why this was our first time at a club event in months. We were tired of the one nights with girls who just wanted a sexy story. I mean, triplets, right? The ultimate taboo story that could beat any story about Cancun or Spring Break. The “one wild night” story to trump them all.

  But, shit, we wanted more than that. We’d wanted more for a long time, but it’d gotten worse in the last year, after our dad had passed.

  That night was supposed to be meant for distraction. And we’d found it alright, but not the distraction we’d been looking for. We were all bored of it, but maybe we’d gone that night to find something — however fleeting and fake — to take our minds off things.

  What we’d found was Emma. Fire-haired, green-eyed, sassy, bold, quick-witted, gorgeous, sexy as fuck Emma. I didn’t know who she was, or how the hell she’d managed to get to the damn club without an invitation. I mean, that in itself was pretty damn impressive.

  But whoever she was, she had me hooked. She had all of us hooked actually. I knew my brothers well enough to see it. We couldn’t keep our eyes off of her. We hung on her words. We were practically drooling as we watched her ass in that tiny dress climbing up the staircase. Straight up to an empty bedroom.

  She shivered when the door closed behind us.

  “I—” her words caught, her eyes darting to each of us.

  She was nervous. And I mean, she should’ve been — there were three of us and she was probably realizing that she really didn’t know us at all. Hell, we were still wearing masks for Christ’s sake.

  “You’re scared,” I said quietly.

  “No,” she shook her head. “No, I’m just—”

  “It’s okay if you’re scared. Actually it’d be weird if you weren’t nervous right now.”

  She grinned.

  “So, what happens now?” she whispered.

  “What do you want to happen now,” Joaquin purred.

  “I— I’m not sure.”

  “Why’d you come here tonight, Emma?” Landon growled, moving towards her in the low light of the room.

  She bit her lip, thinking it through.

  “I was curious.”

  “About?”

  “What this place was.”

  “Would you like some answers to those questions?” I said lowly, also moving closer to her.

  ”Yes.”

  My lips found hers, and I kissed her slowly, letting her open her mouth for me. I pulled her up into my arms, loving the way I could just wrap her in myself as I turned and moved us into the room. We all moved to a sofa that sat in front of a gas-lit fireplace with a thick, lush rug on the floor.

  I pushed her gently back across the sofa. Landon moved to the fireplace, turning it on and bathing the room in an orange, flickering glow. God, her hair looked like actual flame, and it only made me want to claim her even more.

  Joaquin and I joined her on the sofa, Landon pulling a huge, wing-backed chair over and sitting in it, his eyes flashing hungrily. I knew what he was doing. Emma was clearly new to all this. The club, yes, but also losing herself in multiple men at once. Having all three of us attack her at once would probably be too much, and would push her past feeling sexy and into feeling overwhelmed by it all. So, he was going to let Joaquin and I go first, before him.

  See, I told you we could practically read each other’s dam
n minds.

  I pulled her into my lap, kissing her hungrily and growling into her lips. She moaned, shivering as my hands moved up her thighs, pushing that tiny dress higher until her hands suddenly dropped to her lap, clutching at the hem of it.

  “Let go,” I whispered, kissing her softly. “Or say no. Say no right now and this whole thing ends, I promise you. And we’ll take you out of here and wherever you want to go, and that’s that. But say yes?”

  I kissed her, claiming that sweet mouth with mine.

  “Say yes and we’re going to show you things you’ve only thought about in your darkest, dirtiest fantasies.”

  “Yes or no, baby girl,” Joaquin whispered darkly into her ear.

  She shivered.

  She moaned quietly, her eyes closing and her tongue darting out to wet her lips, as if she was considering it.

  And then finally, she opened her eyes.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl,” I managed to mutter out before kissing her with everything I had.

  I pushed her dress up high, my fingers finding her sweet, slick, sticky pussy. Joaquin moved behind her, grabbing her ass as he started to peel the top of her dress down and kiss his way down her back. I brought my mouth to her exposed nipples, sucking on them hungrily as my fingers stroked through her cunt.

  She cried out as my finger rolled over her clit, before Joaquin pulled her head around and let her drown her pleasure in his lips. My finger found her entrance, and I slowly slid it inside as she moaned loudly.

  Fuck she was tight. So slick, and wet, and fucking perfect. I brought my finger out and sucked it clean as her eyes went wide.

  Yeah, she was ready, and I wanted more.

  I growled and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, giving it a lick before rolling us over. She sank back into the couch, her dress basically off now, bunched around her waist. I pushed her legs wide, kissing my way down one thigh.

  “Oh fuck,” she moaned, her hand dropping to my hair.

  I moved closer to my prize, letting my hot breath tease over her little pussy before I leaned in and dragged my tongue through her lips. Emma went wild, gasping and moaning as my big hands held her down and my tongue teased her clit.