Royally Claimed

  Anya’s eyes went a little wide as she locked gazes with Jace.

  “You do?”

  He nodded.

  "I want to watch you moan for them. I want to watch you as my two friends claim you together. I’m going to stroke my big cock while you take theirs — while they stretch you out, and fill you up, and make you scream for more.”

  Anya moaned, and it was all the encouragement we needed.

  Dean and I nodded at our friend as he sat back in a chair facing the couch. I moved my mouth back to her pussy, swirling my tongue over her clit and making her squeal as Dean knelt by her head. He stroked his thick shaft, lowering his heavy balls to her eager lips. She sucked on them, moaning like a good little dirty girl. Her fingers found her own nipples, pinching and twisting them I dragged my tongue up and down her slit.

  Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved up, kneeling between her thighs and spreading them wide. She cooed as I pushed my head against her dripping wet opening, dragging it up and down and teasing her with it before plunging inside. Anya cried out, slurping on Dean’s balls and reaching up to stroke him with one hand. I groaned as I slid in deep, my balls resting on her ass as her sweet, tight little pussy milked me for all I was worth.

  Dean moved away and then angled his cock down towards her mouth. She moaned, sucking him eagerly inside and slurping on his shaft. I began to pull out, only to rock back inside and grind deep.

  Jace groaned, his muscles tensing as he stroked his cock.

  “Such a dirty little girl,” he growled, watching as she moaned between us. “Take those two cocks, baby girl. I want to see you take them both. I want to see you come while my friends take turns making you theirs.”

  Anya moaned wildly, rocking her hips up to meet my thrusts and sucking as much of Dean as she could into her throat. He growled, wrapping her hair in a fist as he took her mouth. My hands grabbed her waist tightly, pinning her to the couch as I gritted my teeth and fucked her hard. I fucked her like she was mine — like I wanted her to remember me taking her forever.

  I looked up and caught Dean’s eye, and nodded. I pulled out, groaning as my thickness slipped from her tight, wet, slick pussy. Dean and I swapped placed, and I watched first as he flipped her over, pulled her ass up high in the air, and then drove in deep. She screamed in pleasure as he started to fuck her hard, his hands grabbing her ass tight as he pumped in and out of that sweet pussy.

  I moved in front of her, and she eagerly reached up, wrapped her small hand around my cock, and took me into her mouth.

  Dean and I held her as we started to pump in and out, pushing her back and forth between us as her moans filled the room. I could feel my balls tingling, but even if I wanted so badly to pump my cum down her throat, I wanted more first.

  I pulled away from her, nodding at Dean as I pulled her into me. Anya gaped, her legs moving to straddle me as I pulled her into my lap. She reached beneath us, her hand stroking me and lining me up as she slowly sank down onto every inch of my cock.

  Her eyes went wide though as Dean moved behind her, his finger teasing her asshole as I ground deep inside of her.

  “I’ve— I’ve never done this,” she whispered into my lips.

  “I know, gorgeous,” I purred, stroking her cheek. “You don’t have to, but I promise, you—”

  “I want it,” she hissed, fire blazing in her eyes. “I want all of it.”

  “Then you’re going to get all of it,” I growled, my cock throbbing rock hard inside of her. I liked this dirty side of her. I loved that she could be so sweet, and funny, and innocent, and also our willing little dirty girl.

  “You want to feel my friend fuck that tight little ass of yours while I claim your pussy?”

  Anya whimpered, gasping as Dean knelt behind her and slid his cock-head over her tight ring.

  “Fuck,” Jace grunted, standing and moving towards us. “Fuck watching, I have to have you,” he groaned, stepping close.

  Anya licked her lips, turning her head to suck him into her mouth. I watched, grinding up into her slowly as she slid her pouty lips down his shaft, her tongue darting out to lick at him as she moaned softly.

  Behind her, Dean began to add pressure, pushing in more and more, until suddenly, he grunted and she cried out as his thick head pried its way into her impossibly tight ass.

  Anya went wild.

  She moaned like I’d never heard her moan before, her whole body trembling as Dean began to ease every inch of his cock deep into her ass.

  “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?” I growled into her ear as she sucked Jace back inside and shuddered between Dean and me.

  “You like feeling three big cocks fucking your eager little slutty body?”

  The dirty talk made her go nuts, and she suddenly rocked her hips back, taking the rest of Dean deep inside. We all four groaned, Anya filled up tight with all three of us as her body shivered and buzzed between us all.

  “And now, baby girl,” Dean growled into her ear, his hands tightening on her hips.

  “Now we’re going to make you ours.”

  And we did.

  Anya went to pieces as Dean and I began to alternate deep, slow strokes — him pumping her ass full of his length as I pulled out, and the vice versa as I fucked her deep. Jace’s hands tightened in her hair, his slick cock pumping between her pouty lips as the two of us fucked her like she had never been fucked before.

  We moved faster and faster, her screams of pleasure drowning us as our bodies came together again and again. Anya’s cries became one, long, drawn-out moan, her whole body starting to tense. I could feel it in my whole body — the release I’d denied myself slowly fighting it’s way out, and I knew there was no holding back this time.

  “Be a good little girl and come for us, baby,” Dean groaned into her ear as he slid his cock deep in her ass. “I want you to come like you’ve never come before with three cocks filling you up like you’ve never been filled. And when you do come?”

  He grunted, pumping her ass faster as she started to go to pieces.

  “When you do come, you’re ours, always. This is us making you ours. This is us claiming you, forever. Now come for me, baby girl. Come all over our three big cocks.”

  She basically exploded. Her whole body tensed and then released, her mouth coming away from Jace as the wailing, screaming, moaning cry of ecstasy tore through her body and out through her lips. I could feel her pussy clench up tight around my cock, and it was the last thing I could take.

  I roared as the cum pumped from my balls out through my cock and deep into her womb. My whole fucking vision went dark as I fucked her sweet pussy for all I was worth. Dean grunted, and I could feel him as he exploded deep in her ass. We kept fucking her — kept driving in and out as one orgasm of hers tumbled into another, before finally, we pulled away.

  Anya collapsed on the couch, panting, when suddenly, Jace was pushing us aside and moving between her legs. She moaned, tugging him down and kissing him fiercely.

  “Now it’s my turn,” he groaned. He pushed her knees back, sliding his cock deep into her sticky pussy before pulling out and trailing it down lower.

  “And this time, I’m claiming this ass,” he growled.

  He pushed in, his thick cock sliding through Dean’s cum as he pushed every inch deep inside of Anya’s ass. She cried out, throwing her head back and clawing at his arms as he pinned her to the couch, legs spread wide, and started to pound her ass. His hand moved to her pussy, two fingers pushing deep inside as his thumb rolled over her clit. He roared, every muscle in his body tightening as he fucked her hard and fast, until both of them looked like they were about to catch fire.

  Suddenly, Anya spasmed as another climax exploded through her, and that was all it took for Jace. He groaned as he slid in deep, his cock throbbing as he emptied his cum deep into her. Their lips came together, kissing hungrily as they slowly came to a stop.

  We all four collapsed onto the couch, panting as we each took t
urns kissing her, and stroking her, and murmuring into to her ear.

  It was perfection is what it was.

  Later, after a shower and after us putting our mouths all over her again, we moved to the bed. We tangled together, all three of us holding her tight as sleep dragged us into it’s embrace.

  I awoke to the smell of her hair in my face, and that was, without even a hint of question, the best morning of my life. I nuzzled her neck, pulling her tight to me — selfishly, since she was still sleeping and since Dean and Jace were still too asleep themselves to get her too.

  She grinned, waking as she felt my body press to hers, and we lay just like that until the other two finally got up and moved to touch her too.

  “What comes now?”

  I shook my head, kissing her neck. “I’m not sure, but this?” I kissed her again. “This is everything.”

  “And we want this forever, Anya,” Jace growled, kissing her lips slowly.

  “I— this isn’t anything I was looking for,” she whispered, turning to look at each of us. “But, I can’t imagine not being with the three of you.”

  “Think we know exactly what you mean,” Dean murmured. “You weren’t anything we were expecting, but damn am I glad we found you.”

  Her face fell slightly.

  “What’s wrong, angel?”

  “I have to get back to the palace at some point. And I’m worried that once I walk out that door, this is all going to be a sweet beautiful dream.”

  I growled, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely. “Not a fucking chance. This is for—”

  I wanted to say forever, I just didn’t know how to.

  “This is for keeps,” I said instead.

  “But how?” You’re princes, and I’m not royal. And besides that, what would people say about us all being together?”

  “Who cares,” Dean muttered.

  She smiled. “That’s easy to say, but really, how would that work? What, I’m just with all of you? How would Tam take that?”

  “Let us worry about that,” Jace whispered, kissing her. “What matters is, you better know that when you walk out that door?” He nodded at the doorway to the bedroom.

  “Known that this was not just a dream. This is us for always, and we’re going to make this work, we swear,” he said fiercely.

  “If it’s what you want,” Dean said quietly.

  The smile spread over her whole face.

  “Of course it is,” she whispered.

  “Good,” I murmured into her ear.

  Twenty minutes later, she finally really did have to leave our bed, and unfortunately, put clothes back on. I called our car for her while she gathered her things.

  “When are we seeing you next?”

  She grinned, her face blushing.

  “I’m pretty sure I’m free tonight.”

  “Good,” Dean growled. “Consider your schedule full.”

  She blushed, her eyes sparking. “Oh, I plan on it.”

  It scared me how much I didn’t want her to leave, but at the same time, it filled me with something I was pretty sure I’d never felt before.

  Real, true, forever love.

  Now, the only trick was, making that happen.

  Chapter 13

  Jace

  The black and silver antique town car parked outside the front doors of the hotel was the first giveaway. The second was the stoic driver, standing beside the passenger door and nodding firmly at us, gesturing as he opened the door.

  But the third was the hand, resting on the cane, that appeared, beckoning us to enter the car.

  The hand with the ring only members of the club would ever recognize — gold, set with a thick ruby gem and three small, golden crowns.

  Mr. X.

  We’d never officially met him, but we’d all three seen him in the shadows, behind the high council, the night we’d been inducted into the Triple Crown Club. Mr. X was the club. Nameless, clouded in secrets, and basically unknown. “Mr. X” was really one of many Mr. Xs who stretched out through the long, storied history of the club, but it in no way diminished his importance. Or his power, or the iron-fisted way he ran the club. The rules to him were written in stone. They were unmoving, unbendable, and without circumstance.

  He was rarely at the club and mostly kept to himself, allegedly. Suffice to say, a visit from Mr. X wasn’t really ever a good thing.

  My jaw clenched as he beckoned, motioning us to enter the gorgeous, antique car.

  “Shit,” Dean muttered, glancing at Killian and me.

  Shit was right. There we were buzzing from our night with Anya — on our way, actually, to sit down and figure out how to make this work, and here was the last man you wanted to see as a member of the club.

  “You think this is about what I think it’s about?”

  I glanced at Killian’s grim face.

  Yeah, I did. There was no other possible explanation for Mr. X being here. Even if I was sure there was no way the guys who’d brought Anya that first night and lied to her about everything, the bracelet included, had seen us with her, I couldn’t imagine what else this could be about.

  Killian’s fist clenched as he nodded. “Alright, let’s do this thing.”

  We nodded at the driver and stepped into the dark interior of the old limo.

  Mr. X was probably around forty — hair slightly peppered at the edges, his chiseled face handsome but lined, and his sharp, steel-grey eyes flickering over us.

  “Your Highnesses,” he purred out, his voice like smoky velvet, edged in steel. He smiled thinly, nodding at each of us as he sat back in his seat across from us, his cane to one side and one leg folded over the other. He reached into the great pocket of his tailored dark suit and brought out a metal case of cigarettes, offering it to us. We each shook our heads, and he shrugged and put it aside.

  “You’re curious why I’m visiting you here this morning. Though, I imagine not all that curious.”

  “What’s this about, sir?” Dean growled.

  Mr. X smiled.

  “It appears the three of you have made a new friend at the club? A certain Anya Green.” His smile thinned. “Pretty young thing, isn’t she?”

  I felt the growl catch in my throat, and felt Killian’s hand on my shoulder as I moved forward, pulling me back into my seat.

  Mr. X chuckled. “That fire and passion is legendary in the Kings of Tam, I’m told.” He cleared his throat, clasping his hands on his lap.

  “However, there’s a small problem with your new friend, of which I believe you’re aware.”

  “What problem is that?” Dean spat.

  “She’s been spoken for,” Mr. X said evenly. “And you’re more than aware of the rules of our establishment.”

  “She hasn’t been spoken for,” Killian snarled. “She was lied to. She was brought without knowledge of where she was going, thrown into the middle of it, and then given a bracelet without being told what it meant.”

  Mr. X nodded. “That may be, but the rules are unflinching, gentlemen. You know this.”

  “This is bullshit,” I growled, my eyes narrowing at him. “You’re telling me it’s fucking fine to lie to a woman and bring them there so you can claim them against their will? Are you running a club or a fucking slavery ring?”

  Mr. X tensed at my outburst, but he stayed seated, his broad, aristocratic shoulders squaring as he held my fierce gaze.

  “It is not okay, no, Your Highness. And frowned upon, to be sure. But the rules are the rules. The matter should have been brought to the council and discussed before you took what wasn’t yours to take.”

  “This is insane,” Killian hissed, shaking his head and closing his hand into a fist.

  “The rules are there for a reason, gentlemen,” Mr. X said icily. “The rules do not take sides, or weigh right and wrong, or take a vote. They are RULES, and they are everything when it comes to the club.”

  His lips went tight, his eyes narrowing at us.

  “She’s
not yours, gentlemen. End of discussion. You—”

  He paused as I swore loudly, narrowing his eyes at me and waiting for me to finish before he continued.

  “You will cease contact with Ms. Green. Immediately.”

  “Not going to happen,” Dean said, his voice edged.

  “I suggest you listen to what I’m saying.”

  “Or what?” I muttered. “What happens if we say fuck your rules and see who we please?”

  Mr. X sighed, one hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose.

  “This is as plain as I can put it, Your Highnesses. You cease contract with Ms. Green effective immediately, or face excommunication.”

  The car went silent, his words hanging like a blade in the air.

  Excommunication.

  There were stories — whispered rumors — of members being kicked out, but it was definitely nothing that had ever happened while we we’d been members. It was harsh, but the rules were unbending.

  Clearly.

  I could feel the rage roaring up inside, and I had to fight with everything I had not to lunge for Mr. X and wrap my hands around his throat.

  He shook his head, sighing.

  “Gentlemen, this is not personal, you have to know that. Believe me, I understand the wrong that’s been committed here, but the rules of our club are sacred. They’ve been like this going back since the first days of the club, and the reason it even still exists is that the rules do not bend. Period.” He glared at us. “I understand that this isn’t fair, but in our club, the rules are blind. And they will be followed. Look, I’m giving you this second chance beyond what I should, as the steward of the establishment. Please weigh that when you think about your next move.”

  We sat in silence, the fury brewing under our skin.

  “Walk away from her, gentlemen,” Mr. X said quietly, eyes hard on us.

  “Walk away, or I’ll have no choice but to cut you free of the Triple Crown Club.”

  Chapter 14

  Anya

  I’d opted to get out of the town car at one of the gates to the palace grounds, opting to walk the rest of the way back to main castle. The sun was shining, my heart was so damn full I felt it might burst, and birds were singing — well, at least they were in my head.