Claiming His Mountain Bride

  “Have you ever been spanked, Ms. Carlson?”

  My whole body shivered.

  He couldn’t be serious, right? And what's more, I couldn’t seriously be about to step down this path, could I? Was I really about to do this, with my boss?

  A freaking prince?

  I knew I should have just walked away. Hell, run away, even if it meant finding another job. This was dangerous, and tempting, and that combination was a bad one.

  I opened my mouth anyways, and there I went, stepping right over the edge and right into him.

  “No, sir,” I whispered.

  He grinned hungrily, his eyes stripping me bare.

  “There’s a first time for everything,” he murmured, his eyes lingering over my body.

  He looked up into my eyes, and crooked his finger.

  “Come here, Ms. Carlson,” he growled. He pointed to his knee. “Right here.”

  I bit my lip to hold the moan in as every single filthy fantasy from the night before came rushing back to replay in front of my eyes. I knew it was insane, but I found myself stepping forward, my pulse racing. My whole face flushed red as I draped myself over his muscled thighs, and I could hear him growl as his hand came to rest on the small of my back and the back of my knees.

  “You were a filthy, naughty girl, weren’t you, Julia,” he purred, his voice making me literally whimper out loud as his hands stroked me. I was so insanely turned on, and so fucking wet I was sure he could feel it through my skirt and his suit pants.

  This was absolutely insane. I was laying across a prince’s lap, about to get spanked.

  …hardly a fairytale.

  The first slap came across my ass before I could even really prepare for it, muffled through my skirt but still sending a shiver of raw heat through my body. His hand came down again, and this time, as I moaned softly, I could feel his cock pulsing so hard against my belly.

  “Did you feel like a bad little slut, sucking their big hard cocks?”

  I moaned deeply, squirming against his rock hard cock and panting for more.

  “Did you like it when they fucked you from both ends until you came like a bad little girl?”

  His hand yanked at the hem of my skirt, pulling it up over my ass. He growled his hand skimping over my bare ass, split by my thong panties. He palmed my ass, grabbing it like it was his and growling lowly as he leaned over me, his lips by my ear.

  “Don’t you wish I’d been there too, to fuck you like the good little slut you are while you sucked their cocks?”

  His palm came down with a sharp slap across my ass, and I cried out in pleasure as the heat and the sting bloomed through me.

  “Naughty girl,” the prince growled, his fingers pulling at the elastic of my panties.

  “Fucking my friends, letting them use your dirty little mouth and fill this tight little pussy with cum.”

  He yanked the panties down to my knees, and I moaned wildly as he suddenly grabbed my ass with both his hands and spread me wide. I knew he could see all of me, and how fucking soaking wet I was, draped over his lap with my skirt around my waist and my panties around my knees.

  “Dirty girl,” he purred into my ear. I yelped as his palm came down again, and again, and again, until my whole body was on sweet delicious fire.

  Until I was sure he was going to make me come just by spanking my upturned ass.

  Suddenly, his hand slipped between my legs, spreading them as his fingers slipped over my sticky pussy. I cried out as his fingers sunk deep inside, slowly fucking in and out as his other hand grabbed my ass tight. His thumb slid up to my asshole, and I squirmed and moaned against him as he began to tease both my holes with his fingers as his other hand spanked me across one cheek and then the other.

  I was sure I was going to come — actually, I was seconds away from doing so, when he suddenly pulled away, leaving me panting and grinding my hips against his thighs.

  “Get up,” he growled.

  I whimpered, my face pulsing with heat as I stood on shaky legs, turning to him, but looking down. I was so close to coming, so damn on edge that I was sure one look from him would have me orgasming right in front of him.

  “Strip,” he growled, leaning back in his chair. The bulge at the front of his pants was enormous, the fire in his eyes blazing through me.

  I swallowed as I did as he told, popping one button and then the next of my blouse and feeling my body burn with heat as he watched me shrug it off. My skirt followed, but when I went to put a hand in front of me, seeing as my panties were still tangled at my knees, the prince only took my hand and gently pulled it away.

  “No,” he whispered hoarsely, his eyes dragging over my body. “No hiding yourself from me, Julia,” he purred, his voice like a velvet touch.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, and I want to see all of you.”

  He reached up, deftly popping the front clasp of my bra and letting it fall open. He let a finger trace over my hard pink nipples, making me gasp sharply as I shrugged off the bra, before he traced the finger down my belly. He moved it lower, pushing a finger into my slick pussy. I moaned as he fingered me, before he slowly withdrew it and brought it to his mouth. He groaned as he sucked it clean, his eyes dragging up to mine.

  He reached up, and I moaned as his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me gently towards him. He pulled me closer, and suddenly, our lips came crashing together. He kissed me hard, his tongue demanding entrance. My lips parted for him, his growls sending a shiver through me as he claimed my mouth before slowly pulling back.

  “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 mo
ve.”

  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 thought 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.