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I whimpered, nodding.
“You like when I spank this tight little ass?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he ground his cock deep inside of me.
In front of me, Matthew sat with his legs spread, his big cock in his hand as he slowly stroked it, watching me.
“Such a dirty little girl, going home with two men she’s just met and letting them fuck her from both ends with their big, fat cocks.”
I moaned as he pulled back and then drove in deep, his hand following with another smack on my tender ass.
“You’ve never had one this big, have you, angel?”
I whimpered as he ground his huge cock deep inside, shaking my head.
“And you’ve never had two this big at once, I bet.”
“No!” I gasped as he drove forward, making my legs shake as he fucked me deep.
“Suck his cock, angel,” Van growled in my ear, his hand slipping into my hair and turning me. He kissed me hard, swallowing my moan as his hips rocked back and forth, his cock slowly driving in and out of me.
“I want you to swallow his big cock while I fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.”
I swear I almost came right there.
Van pulled back, and without a second’s hesitation, I leaned forward, opened my lips, and sucked Matthew deep inside my mouth. I hummed around him, bobbing up and down his thick shaft as I stroked what I couldn’t fit and played with his balls. His hands found my hair — not pulling, but guiding me as I bobbed up and down while his friend began to fuck me hard from behind.
The two of them fell into a rhythm, their cocks sliding in and out of me from both ends, their groans filling the room and their hands moving over every inch of my skin. Van’s hand came down to spank my ass again and again, making me scream around his friend as the climax built and built and built until I was sure I was going to explode.
Matthew reached beneath me, his fingers finding my clit, and that was the final little piece before I shattered.
I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my legs almost giving out as the climax sent me exploding over the edge. Matthew suddenly groaned, his hand stroking my cheek as his cock suddenly erupted in my mouth. I moaned through my climax, swallowing his sticky sweet cum as he exploded down my throat.
Van roared, his hands grabbing my hips tight as he drove in balls-deep and just let go. I cried out, feeling the hot jets of his cum fill me to the brim — his big cock throbbing and pulsing deep inside of me as he emptied every single drop inside.
Panting, shivering, gasping for air, the three of us collapsed onto the bed.
Matthew moved down and gently took my heels off, while Van stroked my hair and pulled me against his powerful chest. I grinned, a dopey, happy, perfect smile stretching over my face as Matthew moved up behind me, holding me close.
We lay like that for a while, the three of us chuckling and nuzzling and just trying to process the amazingness that had just happened.
Eventually, Van went out to the main room to grab us champagne, coming back to see me kissing Matthew slowly. He chuckled as I pulled away, almost guiltily.
“We share just about everything,” he murmured, climbing onto the bed and passing Matthew and I champagne glasses. He kissed me slowly, his hand stroking my jaw before he pulled away.
“And honestly, there’s not a chance in hell either of us could be with you and not want to share with the other. You’re just too damn perfect.”
I bit my lip, eyeing him quietly.
“You say that to all the girls you share?”
“No,” Matthew said, his voice edged. “No, we don’t. Actually, this isn’t something we normally do.”
“Share?”
“Care.”
I shivered as his eyes burned into mine.
“We don’t usually—” Matthew shook his head before turning back to me. “Julia, we’ve never felt like this about a girl we’ve just met. Not ever.”
“Before you question it, that’s not a line,” Van murmured, stroking my arm. “You just…something about you-”
“I think I know what you mean,” I said quietly, turning from one to the other and biting back a grin. “I mean, I am kind of amazing, aren’t I?”
The two of them laughed, tackling me back onto the bed and spilling champagne everywhere as they kissed me.
Eventually, they pulled back, and Matthew glanced at Van before giving me a shadowed look.
“We—” he frowned. “Julia, with our, uh, our government positions, we can’t actually spend the night with you.”
“Oh, right, of course.”
I pushed the twisting feeling deep inside, mentally rolling my eyes at myself for feeling let down by that. I mean, c’mon, what did I think this was going to be? It was a one night wild fling with two men I’d only just met — of course we weren’t going to spend the night all together.
I forced a smile. “I totally get it, I’ll just—”
“It’s not like that,” Van growled. “Honestly, if we could, we’d keep you here all night and the next ten. Shit, the next forever nights.”
I blushed.
“But the job, and the fact that we’re leaving tomorrow to— well, we’re leaving tomorrow.”
“I understand, really.” And I did, I just wasn’t happy about the understanding.
I started to get up from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
I raised a brow. “Home?
Matthew grinned as the two of them stood.
“No, stay.”
I laughed. “Sorry, I think I’m confused, I thought—”
“The room’s for you, Julia,” Van whispered into my lips as he kissed me.
I blinked. “What?”
“The room is for you to spend the night in. Order whatever you want and sleep in as late as you want.”
Matthew kissed me before he and Van started to pull clothes on.
“You’re serious.”
“We’re serious,” Van grinned before shaking his head and stepping into me.
“Fuck, I wish we could stay,” he growled, kissing me and pulling me tight against him.
“We’ll be back in town in a week,” Matthew’s voice teased into my ear. “We’d like to see you again.”
“I think I’d like that,” I said breathlessly, still feeling like this was some sort of dream as the two of them kissed me one at a time before pulling away.
“Sleep tight, angel,” Van murmured.
“Thanks for the best night we’ve ever had,” Matthew said, kissing my cheek.
And then they were gone.
What. The. Hell.
I walked around the huge penthouse suite after they were gone, my head still spinning from all of this and my body still tingling like it’d never tingled before.
This was a dream, it had to be. Not only had I agreed to go home with a stranger — something I’d never remotely done before — but I’d gone home with two strangers. More than that, they’d turned out to be amazing men, and that was before you factored in having given me the absolute best sex of my life.
I took a bubble bath before crawling into the huge bed and snuggling into the sheets.
The pillows smelled like them.
It was that thought that brought a silly grin to my face as I fell into a deep sleep.
5
Julia
I timed my arrival back home at my apartment perfectly — after Emma went to her job as a staff reporter at the Revania Post, and with enough time to get ready for my big first day.
After showering, and still glowing, I blushed, glancing up and catching my own reflection in the vanity mirror. Visions of the previous night danced through my head, sending a shiver down my back and a pulsing heat through my core.
“Okay, details.”
I yelped, half-jumping out of my skin as I whirled to see Emma leaning against my doorframe, grinning at me.
“I thought you were at work!”
“Working from home toda
y.” She shrugged. “Job perks to make up for the garbage pay of being a reporter.”
I flushed, swallowing the heat and the thoughts of the previous night from my face. Well, trying to.
“So?”
“So?” I shrugged as casually as I could, turning back to the mirror and combing out my hair.
Emma laughed. “Don’t pull that ‘who, me?’ crap, lady. You went home last night with two totally gorgeous men, and if you think I’m not going to press you for details, you’re actually insane.”
I laughed, biting my lip and blushing wildly.
“It was...” I took a shaky breath.
Amazing? Mind-blowing? The hottest night of my life?
“It was, uh, good?”
Emma rolled her eyes dramatically. “Good? Seriously? That’s the best you can do? Um, yeah, that sounds like a very good to me.”
My face went bright red.
“No, it was—”
“Julia.”
“Okay! I—” I bit my lip, my eyes blazing in the mirror. “I had some fun.”
“Some fun.”
“Fine, lots of fun,” I said quietly.
“Those aren’t details!” Emma groaned. “C’mon, some of us went home last night with Netflix and half a bottle of rosé I might have found in the back of our fridge. “Let me live through you and your wild night with the two hotties!”
I laughed, turning and putting my hands on my friend’s shoulders. Emma knew I wasn’t a kiss-and-tell type person, but I also knew I couldn’t just ignore what she knew had happened the night before.
“Let’s just say it was the single hottest night of my life and leave it at that?”
“What if you just tell me all the details about that hottest night of your life and we leave it at that?”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Prude,” she laughed.
“Nosey.”
“Guilty.”
We laughed as I finished getting dressed. Both of us headed to the kitchen as I poured a cup of coffee.
“Hey, Emma?”
For some reason, the question on my lips had been lingering since the night before. And somehow, through the incredible night I’d had, it was a detail I kept coming back to.
“Do you know anything about tattoos?”
“Not really?”
I rolled my eyes at myself as I poured the coffee. “Yeah never mind.”
“What’s up?”
“I—” I frowned, and I wondered again why I was bothering to ask her this. Though, she was an investigative journalist, so maybe I thought she might have some insight.
“What does a tattoo of three crowns mean?”
She was silent for second, and when she answered from behind me, her voice was edged.
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged, sipping my coffee as I turned to her. “It’s probably nothing. A tattoo of three crowns over a little crest.”
She gasped.
“Whoa, Jules!”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said quietly. “It’s— it’s nothing, just this urban legend.”
A chill crept up my spine, worry playing out across my face.
“Uh, what kind of an urban legend?”
Visions of serial killers and organ harvesters danced through my head.
“It’s called the Triple Crown Club.” She cleared her throat. “But seriously, it’s made up. I mean it has to be. Someone would have found something out about it if it was real. It’s totally a made up thing.”
“Well what is this made up thing, exactly?”
She sighed.
“It’s secret underground club. A sex club.”
A raw heat teased through me, my memory flashing first of the two identical tattoos on Matthew and Van, and then of the insane night that followed.
“Really,” I said quietly, trying to keep the squeak out of my voice.
“Yeah, it’s allegedly this club exclusively for royal elite guys. You know, princes and that sort of thing. And the whole point of this club is…”
She trailed off, and I realized I’d been holding my breath as I quickly exhaled and shook my head.
“And the whole point is?” I whispered
“The whole point is, women get picked to go there and get…” she giggled nervously.
“Emma!”
“Okay! They go there and get shared by these guys.”
My eyes went wide.
“What.”
“Yeah, like, you know.”
“Like a threesome?” I whispered, the blood roaring in my veins.
“Hey, you’re the expert now.”
I blushed furiously, groaning into my cup of coffee as she stuck her tongue out at me, teasing me.
Like the mind-blowing one I had last night?
“Or a more-some, yeah.”
My pulse thundered in my veins as I thought again of the identical tattoos on my mystery men.
The masks.
The sharing.
A tingling heat began to pulse between my legs, slowly teasing out to every bit of my body.
“Wait, where exactly did you see this tattoo?” Emma suddenly gasped. “Oh my God, did those guys from last night have triple crown tattoos?!”
“What? No!” I said quickly, almost choking on my coffee. “No, of course not! I just— I heard someone talking about it.”
“It’s the mark of member,” She said quietly. “You know, allegedly.” She snorted. “Did you happen to go home with a couple of princes last night?”
“Yeah, right,” I laughed nervously, trying to brush it off.
Or did I?
“No, they probably just got the tattoos for some kind of sports team thin—”
“Wait, wait, wait, they did have the tattoos?!”
I should have lied.
I froze instead.
Emma picked up on it.
“Juliana Carlson!” She gasped loudly. “Now you have to give me details!”
“Uh, I have to go!” I sputtered out, my face burning bright red. “Gonna be late!”
“Dude, this could be a HUGE story for me if it’s real!”
“Emma! It’s nothing, seriously. I probably didn’t see the tattoos right. I’m sure it’s for something else.”
She gave me a look before she sighed, giving up, even if it was just for then.
“I supposed you might have been distracted. You know, what with the two dicks to think about.”
I blushed furiously as I whirled to grab my keys and bag.
“Hey, Jules.”
I turned, my face still beet red.
“I’m just teasing you, you know.”
I grinned. “I know.”
“Hey, good luck today with your hot new boss.” She giggled. “See if he’s got a crown tattoo!”
I bolted from the apartment before Emma had my face permanently a shade of red.
My pulse raced, my body trembled. My breath came stuttered.
What had I done last night?
…And with who?
I was still buzzing — my mind still racing and my body still tingling as I grabbed a cab to the office address the hiring manager had given me. The whole way, I was of course replaying the night before. The whole way there, when I should have been mentally preparing for my first day at a tough new job working for a damn prince, I was instead thinking of the unbelievably hot night of toe-curling sex I’d had with two gorgeous, incredible men.
…The added flavoring of secret royal sex clubs and members-only tattoos only made my blood pump a little faster, even if I told myself that was all silliness.
After all, Anya had said it was just an urban legend.
The cab stopped, and I blinked my way out of the daydreams and looked up. We were stopped at a massive gate, with a guard post next to us and multiple men in the color and uniform of the North Revania royal guard.
I froze, suddenly jerking my gaze up past the gate to the office building I’d been expecting.
My jaw dropped.
Remember that thing about princes not being in castles?
I’d been wrong.
“His Highness will see you now.”
The stern looking, scowling older man in the crisp uniform barked the words across the waiting room to me. I stood quickly, shivering in anticipation.
I was about to meet the royal Prince of North Revania, face-to-face.
My new boss.
Powerful. Rich. Gorgeous.
Single.
I mentally rolled my eyes at myself for the thought. This was my new boss, not some “royal” episode of The Bachelor. And even if Prince Snow was notoriously secretive and pretty much invisible to the tabloids, I was sure it was just because he was good at hiding his personal life, not because he didn’t have one.
He was, after all, a young, hot, wealthy prince. I’m sure I couldn’t even begin to imagine the sordid details of the private life he kept hidden.
I followed the stern man in uniform down a hallway to a set to double doors — solid wood with the crest of North Revania carved into them and inlaid with gold. Armed guard in formal dress stood on either side of it. The stern man moved to sit behind a desk beside the door, and spoke quietly into an intercom.
“Send her in.”
The voice was deep, rich, and powerful sounding, and it sent a shiver up my back.
Deep breaths. You can do this.
The stern man nodded at the guards before turning to me. “A word of advice. Do not keep His Highness waiting. On anything.”
The guards opened the doors, I took a deep breath, and I stepped into the room. The doors clicked shut behind me.
“Ms. Carlson, I presume.”
I took one last deep breath, forcing the nervousness from my system before I raised my head.
Good lord.
It was his eyes that shot lighting through my body — his dark, storm-blue eyes that rooted me to the spot and sent something throbbing deep into my body. My breath caught, and for a moment, as I locked eyes with the Prince himself, I was lost.
He smiled — a darkly wicked, smug, and downright panty-melting grin — as he stood from his huge desk. He walked around it, and as he moved towards me, I felt my pulse beating faster and faster. I knew I was standing frozen to the spot not saying a freaking word like a total wierdo, but I also knew there was no way I could help that.