Royally Shared

And that was just one scene in front of me. Around the room, this was happening everywhere.

  Where the fuck was I?

  I started to back away, but Shawn’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

  “And where are you off to?”

  “Uh,” I swallowed, my face white. “I— I shouldn’t be here.”

  “Sure you should,” Thomas said darkly in my ear, coming up behind me.

  I shook my head.

  “I really shouldn’t.”

  I liked to think of myself as a free spirit, but this was way out of my element, big time. I mean, I wasn’t a prude or anything — but this was insane.

  Across the room, a girl cried out as two men moved between her legs, both their tongues swirling over her, and my whole body flushed.

  “I should go.”

  “Stay,” Shawn purred.

  “Please let go of my wrist.”

  Fear lanced through me as his grip tightened.

  “Look, have one drink.”

  He shrugged.

  “I know it’s not what you were thinking, but no one’s going to make you do shit, okay?”

  “Just have one drink and our driver will take you back,” Thomas said with an easy shrug.

  I took a second, but slowly, I made up my mind. One drink would appease them, and then I’d be getting the hell out of this place.

  “Fine,” I swallowed. “One drink.”

  The two of them grinned, Thomas passing me a glass of champagne.

  “Well, well, well, she looks tasty.”

  I shuddered as a third man, this one with a wicked glint in his eyes behind his mask, stepped up.

  Shawn grinned. “This is Carl. He’s with us.” He winked at me. “He’s with you, too.”

  I took a big swallow of champagne.

  Carl leaned close, his eyes lecherously sliding over me. “And what’s your name?”

  I shook my head. “What’s your name?”

  Carl chuckled, wagging a finger. “Uh-uh, that’s against the rules here. You don’t get to know our names.”

  I frowned. “Well, I know theirs.”

  Thomas chuckled. “You know the names we told you.”

  I shuddered. This was getting beyond what I was okay with.

  “I think I’d like to go now,” I said quietly.

  “Sit.”

  I shivered as the three of them pulled me to a couch alongside the room. They pulled me onto it, moving to sit on either side of me. Blood roared in my ears.

  Across the room, a girl bounced on a man’s lap, squealing in pleasure. In front of her, two other men pulled their cocks out, and my eyes went wide.

  “Now that looks fun, doesn’t it?”

  I knew what Carl was implying, but I wasn’t going to take the bait. The truth was, yes, it was hot, watching the people around the room, to a certain extent. I mean, yeah, it was kind of sexy listening to the sounds of pleasure filling the room, and watching three men worship that girl was, objectively, sexy.

  But not these three guys. These three were creeping me out in a major way. I felt a hand on my knee, and suddenly, my fight or flight instinct kicked in.

  It was time to get the hell away from this situation, even if it meant hiking back to the palace.

  “I— I have to use the bathroom,” I said quickly, pushing Shawn’s hand away and standing.

  The three of them glanced at each other, scowling.

  “We’ll come with you,” Thomas said, trying to smile casually at me but failing.

  “Um no, you won’t,” I said coolly.

  “Not into bathroom play, huh?”

  I made a disgusted face, and Carl just chuckled.

  “It’s down that hallway.”

  I turned without a word, but his hand shot out and grabbed my arm.

  “Wait.”

  He pulled a small black box out of his coat.

  “Here.”

  Carl pulled out a gorgeous, sparkling silver and diamond bracelet, glittering in the low light of the room.

  “Oh, no.” I shook my head. “No thank you.”

  “Wear this.”

  “I can’t accept th—”

  “Wear it,” he hissed, his eyes flashing something dangerous at me.

  I shivered, swallowing thickly as I nodded.

  “Okay, fine,” I said quietly.

  I held my wrist out as Carl smiled triumphantly and slipped it onto my wrist, clasping it shut.I turned without another word and speed-walked away.

  Around the corner from them, I finally came to a shaking stop, shuddering and gasping for air as the adrenaline roared through me. I yanked the bracelet off and shoved it into my clutch, shivering at the cold feel of it as I glanced around the unfamiliar house.

  I had to get out of there. Immediately.

  5

  Jace

  The three of us left the shit going on in the other rooms behind, moving with our drinks through the house.

  The venue changed all the time for the Triple Crown Club. I’d been to Berne a few times, since it was quite close to Tam. And it was a shame we weren’t in the mood because the house this time was pretty amazing.

  We found an empty room — a study of some kind and stepped inside, shutting the door. Killian and I slumped onto the couch, Dean in the chair across from us.

  “Fuck this.”

  He took his mask off.

  “Dude,” Killian growled a warning.

  “Oh, what, the doors are locked, and it’s just us,” Dean muttered, shrugging. “Fuck, we should have just gone to a damn bar or something.”

  “So, another six months for another vote. Bullshit,” Killian muttered, taking his mask off.

  I glanced at them before shrugging myself.

  Fuck it.

  I pulled mine off too, breathing deeply. Hell, it did feel better without it on. What’d feel even better was something hot, wet, and willing bouncing on my cock, but this wasn’t the night for that — not with the news we’d gotten.

  We sipped our drinks.

  “So, now what?”

  Dean shook his head. “Fuck if I—”

  The door slammed open with a bang. The three of us jumped to our feet, whirling and—

  …And freezing.

  No, not us. The whole damn world froze. The entire world just went still for second, and my eyes locked right onto hers.

  Long, chestnut hair, gorgeous blue eyes, tender skin and soft curves. Lips made for sin.

  She wasn’t wearing a mask either, and she was fucking gorgeous. Stunning perfection, actually, and the rest of it — all of it — just faded away. Suddenly, the bullshit with the council in Tam just went away inside my head. Because in that moment, it was just her and us in one perfect frozen frame.

  “I’m— I’m sorry,” She started to turn. “I—”

  “Hang on.”

  I stepped forward. There wasn’t just something off in her look. She didn’t look nervous, like some girls were here. She looked downright scared. I reached for her arm, but she flinched.

  “Hey, whoa,” I backed away, my arms held back. “We’re not gonna hurt you.”

  “Don’t touch me.”

  “Not a problem.”

  I heard Dean cough behind me. “Are you okay?”

  Her eyes darted to each of us — strong, fierce, full of fire.

  “I’m fine, but I’m not going to do…” he nodded behind her at the door. “Whatever’s going on out there.”

  I nodded, taking a casual sip of my drink and trying to ignore the fact that my heart was beating out of my goddamn chest just being this close to her.

  “Well, neither are we.” I shrugged, smiling at her.

  She eyed me.

  “I mean, sorry to disappoint, but this?” I ran a finger up and down my chest.

  “This is off limits, honey.”

  She grinned, her eyes twinkling.

  “Are you okay?” Killian growled.

  She nodded, her shoulders visibly relaxing.
r />   “Sorry, I—” She shook her head. “What is this place?”

  “You’re new, aren’t you.”

  “Uh, yeah. That obvious, huh?”

  I glanced at my friends, all three of us thinking the same thing.

  We weren’t wearing masks.

  It didn’t seem like she was recognizing us, but still. We were Princes of Tam, and here we were in the middle of the goddamn Triple Crown Club in front of a girl with no masks on.

  I mean, we kept quiet — we stayed out of the tabloids unlike people media-whores like Prince Magnus, from the kingdom of Zale. So, it’s not like we were highly recognizable figures. But still.

  “Drink?”

  Her eyes snapped to Killian, narrowing.

  “Just a drink, beautiful,” he said quietly. “You can say no.”

  She chewed on that, sucking her lips between her teeth as she sized us up. Apparently, we passed.

  “Okay, sure.”

  She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. I turned and glanced at my friends. I knew the look on their faces. It was the same as the one on mine, cause we were all feeling it.

  This girl was incredible. Gorgeous, sexy, and vibrant — that much was obvious. But hell, she was more than that too. In one minute of meeting her, that much was clear. She was funny, and inquisitive. And smart — that you could tell from one look into those sharp blue eyes.

  There was something fierce burning inside of her that you rarely saw.

  “I’d ask your names, but apparently that’s a big thing here,” she rolled her eyes as she said it, and I grinned.

  “Yeah, it’s the rules. We should be wearing masks too, technically.”

  “Guess I’m not that familiar with sex club rules.”

  The three of us laughed.

  “Who brought you here?” Dean growled.

  I could sense the anger in his voice. And shit, he had a point. That was another thing about the club — you didn’t just shove someone into this. When you invited a girl to the club, you at least gave her an idea of what she was walking into. No one wanted some poor chick walking into this and freaking the fuck out.

  Like this girl.

  She wasn’t “freaking,” but clearly, no one had prepared her, and that was a shit move.

  And against the rules, actually.

  “These guys I met at this party tonight.” She frowned. “They didn’t mention what this place was, they said it was a club.”

  “You imagined more DJ music and less—”

  “Naked people? Uh, yeah.”

  We chuckled.

  “All we’ve got is vodka,” Dean said, nodding at the bottle we’d taken with us to the study to get away from all of it out there.

  “Perfect.”

  He passed her a drink. “Your cocktail, miss.”

  “Thanks, she smiled before slugging half of it back.

  Killian whistled and she grinned sheepishly.

  “Sorry, that was necessary.” She sighed. “I’m Anya, by the way.”

  Dean chuckled. “So much for no names.”

  “Whatever, I’m getting out of here the second I’m done.”

  “With?”

  She shrugged. “With decompressing in this room, I guess.”

  I grinned.

  “So what brings you guys here? Someone lie to you too?”

  I cleared my throat. “Uh, not exactly.”

  “So you came here looking to do…that?”

  “What? No.” I shook my head. “Not tonight. We just— a lot of shit is going on with us, and we just needed a place to unwind.”

  “A bar is a good place for that.”

  “Told you,” Killian muttered at Dean.

  “Well, sorry to hear about the lots of shit going on.” She gave us all a sympathetic look.

  She was so honest, and so real. It was refreshing. But also, that dress was doing amazing things for her ass and those tits. I felt like kind of a dick for going there in my mind when this girl clearly needed to step back from all the sexual stuff going on out there, but shit, I was only a man.

  ..It’s not like my cock was tuned into emotional needs.

  I pulled my eyes back to hers though, somehow.

  “Thanks.”

  She sipped her drink before knitting her brow.

  “Wait, not tonight? Do you— do you come to this place a lot?”

  We were quiet a minute before Dean spoke.

  “We’re members,” he said, cautiously.

  Her face went red.

  “Really?”

  “That shocks you.”

  She blushed. “I mean, yeah, a little.”

  I fixed my eyes on her.

  “Why?”

  “Cause its a sex club!” She laughed. “I mean you’re all good looking guys, you can go out and—”

  We laughed.

  “Wait, do you think this is like, sex for pay?” Dean chuckled out.

  “Is it not?”

  “Holy shit, no. No. Not at all,” he laughed. “No, everyone here is here because they want to be.”

  She raised a brow.

  “Well, almost everyone. Present company being the exception.”

  “So those girls out there…?”

  “Want to be here.”

  She swallowed, her face bright red.

  “Doing that?”

  Killian shrugged. “Yeah.”

  Her jaw dropped. “I mean— wow.”

  Dean grinned. “You ever been with two guys?”

  She blushed furiously.

  “No.”

  Her eyes lingered on the three of us before she quickly looked away, sipping her drink.

  “You ever been with one girl? I mean like, shared?”

  “Yes,” I said without hesitation.

  Her head snapped back, her eyes wide.

  “Wait, like two of you or—”

  “Or.”

  Her jaw dropped a little more.

  “Holy shit,” she said quietly, taking a big gulp of vodka. “Three of you, with one girl.”

  We nodded, and her eyes went wide.

  “Put off?”

  “No!” She swallow quickly. “No, just..”

  “Scandalized.”

  She giggled. “A little, yeah.”

  I wanted to push it, I wanted to say something like “or fantasized?” but I knew that would push her past her comfort, seeing as she was alone with us.

  Fuck, what I really wanted to do was tear that dress off and run my tongue over her entire body. I wanted to watch her open her mouth and take my friends inside as I pulled her panties down and pushed in deep.

  I wanted to watch her come pressed between us.

  I cleared my throat, and that fantasy from my head.

  “Look, if you need a ride home, we can have have our driver take you. Alone, if you’d like.”

  She nodded. “Thank you.”

  We were quiet.

  “What’s it like?”

  I perked up a brow. “What’s what like?”

  The room was silent.

  “Sharing.”

  Killian chuckled. “It’s…different.”

  “It's not weird? I mean, with three guys? How would you not get jealous or whatever?”

  “No, not weird.” I nodded at my two friends. “These two are like brothers, we’ve known each other forever. And the jealousy thing isn’t even on our radar. Hell, it’s why we decided to try arrangements like this in the first place. Eliminates the jealousy.”

  She was flushed, her eyes darting around the room at us. She finished her drink and I could see her wanting to ask for another, but she shook her head instead.

  “I should go.”

  “I’ll call our driver.”

  “Thank you.”

  We all stood but suddenly, she turned back, biting her lip.

  “I was suppose to go out and have fun tonight.”

  I grinned. “And we weren’t fun?”

  “No, you were…” She smil
ed. “More than I was expecting. And a welcome change from who I waked in here with, I can tell you.”

  I smiled at her, and her cheeks flushed before she looked down.

  “I’m never going to see you again, am I?”

  It hurt to hear. Hell, it cut deep, which was weird. I turned and I could see the look on Killian and Dean’s faces too.

  “What I mean is,” she said quietly. “I mean, I’m not coming back here.”

  The thought of her walking away and never coming back sucked. Like, a lot.

  I liked Anya. I really liked her, actually. She’d been the escape I thought I wasn’t going to find that night. Being around her felt fucking amazing, like I could take my mind off the shit going on in our lives.

  “Thanks for rescuing me.”

  “Thanks for saving us,” Killian said quietly.

  She smiled. “Any time.”

  The heat in the room was thick. I wondered if I was imagining it, but there was no way it was just in my head. There was a tension, and when we heard the moan from outside, loud enough to get through even the thick wooden door of the study, she blushed.

  “Guess I have to walk back out through that.”

  “You could stay,” Dean growled.

  She blushed.

  “Maybe.”

  She stepped closer.

  So did we.

  Fuck, the tension was nuts. This blazing, unexplainable attraction. It was like the proximity of her, and the scent of her, and the sound of her breath had my heart pumping faster, my cock throbbing hard.

  “Thanks for everything.”

  “Any time,” I quipped back.

  “I’m never seeing you again, right?”

  “Probably not,” I said through gritted teeth.

  “Perfect.”

  And suddenly, she was kissing me.

  Holy. Fuck.

  Suddenly, her lips were on mine, searing to me, her breath catching as she kissed me passionately.

  I growled, and my arms started to go around her on instinct when she pulled away and turned to Dean.

  I watched, pulse racing and my cock throbbing as she moved into his arms, kissing him just as fiercely before pulling back.

  She moved to Killian last, moaning. I watched her mouth open with him, his tongue clearly finding hers.

  And this time, she came alive.

  She moaned, writhing against him heatedly before she turned, her eyes wild as she fixed them on me. She pulled me in, kissing me and opening her lips for me. Our tongues entwined, the sweet taste of her lips like candy as I explored that mouth.