Page 11 of Royally Theirs (Risqué Royals)

“Will I own you too?” she whimpers as she presses against me, her mouth panting against mine.

“Yes, Duchess. You will. You do. Now show me how pretty you come. Show me how my wife will look coming on my cock on our wedding night.”

Those bright blue eyes hold mine as she starts to come, her pink mouth muttering my name. Her fair skin is flushed so pretty. It is the hottest thing I have ever seen before. I look down to watch her pussy sliding against my cock and that does it.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt, my hands slamming her down on my jerking dick as I come too, spurting sticky cum all over her slit. Falling against me, she still rocks her hips as we both shudder with aftershocks of our orgasms.

We sit there for a long time, holding tightly to one another. The door opens once, Dom sticking his head in. Even from ten feet away, I know he can see what we were up to. Hell, her ass is bare, my cock tucked between her sticky thighs. For a moment I fear seeing us this way might hurt him.

What I do not expect is for him to open the door wider, letting himself be seen. We do not speak. None of us move. Still, we all feel it. Dom wants to watch us. He wantsto see uspleaseone another. I want him to watch.

“Sweet Duchess,” I hum against her ear, my eyes holding his. We need her to agree to her. Need it to be for her, not just for us. We cannot be greedy about this because how could she know that becoming my wife might mean becoming his too? “Dom missed it. He wanted to watch us come together. Do you think we will let him watch us? Do you want him to see how pretty you come for me?”

Sitting up a little, she turns. Dom steps inside the room, the air charged with electric need. My cock is hard as stone between her thighs. Charlotte starts to tremble, her teeth nipping at her lip. Twisting to face him more, she bares her perfect tits to him brazenly. Dom groans from across the room, his fast footfalls loud in the quiet.

He is there beside us, breathing heavily. His cock is hard and heavy, pushing at the zipper of his slacks. Reaching out, she traces the long length of him with a fingertip. My sexy Duchess. There is nothing shy or coy about her now. I hold my breath as Dom reaches out, cupping her jaw in his hand.

Charlotte’s eyes close as his thumb traces her swollen lips. I groan when her mouth opens and sucks at his thumb. I almost come again when he grunts and twists towards us, his hand going to his zipper. Just as he pulls at it, we hear footsteps. In tandem we rush to fix ourselves before we get caught.

“Thought we might find you three here still. Getting on I see?” My mother greets as her eyes circle all three of us.

Sharing a smirk with my best friend and future wife, I nod. Oh, yes, all three of us will be getting on just fine, I believe.

Chapter Six

Charlotte

Waking up in a castle feels surreal.

Waking up with a big, warm body tucked behind mine, his thick arm at my waist to trap me to him is even more so. I laugh when I start to move, getting a few groans of contempt from Chambers. Neither of us want to move at all, we spent the night kissing, talking, and fooling around beneath the sheets after he snuck in the guest quarters late last night.

Over dinner last night, Gran and his mother—who told me to call her Kath—told us all about the wedding. Meaningourwedding. Chambers demanded it take place within the week, so they went right to work. I told him I think they have been planning this since we were babies.

It turns out we met once before when we were both teenagers. When Gran brought me and Ma here, it was to start talks about this very wedding. We spent two days in the same castle, yet we spoke just twice because they wanted to keep us apart. They did not want us to know what they were up to.

None of their plans matter to us. I think this might be somerealmagic. From the moment we met two days ago, we have been inseparable. He is not supposed to be in my bed before our wedding night, but I have learned he does not care about what he is or is not supposed to do.

“Hmm, I love how you smell,” he hums against the back of my neck. “I cannot wait to have this sweet smell all over my sheets. All over me.”

Chambers moves to pin me beneath him, his mouth finding mine. He tastes sweet like expensive wine, and I open my mouth, our tongues tangling as he pushes at my top. My hands slide up his back, pulling him closer. He kisses me until I cannot breathe, both of us panting as he breaks away.

Golden sunlight spills in behind him, making the room glow with warmth. I stare up at his beautiful face, my heart thumping in my chest. It does this staccato beat when he looks at me this way. Pure possession burns in his eyes. I should not love it the way I do.What happened to the strong, independent woman I was just a few days ago?

Ms.Independentbecame a Duchess to the most swoon worthy Duke to ever exist, I answer.

“God, you might be the most perfect creature on earth,” he husks as he pushes at my clothes, pulling at his own too. His hard body presses against mine as we cling to one another. We’ve been insatiable from the moment we first kissed. He lets us go far enough that we get off, but he won’t let us make love until I am his wife.

It makes me wonder about how lovemaking will be after our wedding night. Because becoming his wife also means becoming something to Dom. For reasons I do not fully understand, his relationship with his guard does not seem wrong or strange to me.

When they look at one another, it is impossible to miss the feelings there. The want. I might be jealous if both men did not look at me with the same look. The same want and feeling. Whatever it is, I welcome it.

“Chambers,” I whimper his name when his tongue circles my nipple, his fingers plucking at the other one. He undoes me with a simple touch. Just a press of his mouth against my skin makes me a fool. I never knew it could feel this way. That it could feel so good to give in to my desires.

“Yes, love? Tell me what you want. I told you I will give you anything you ask.”

Hovering over me, he stares down at me. I am not sure what I was going to ask. Whatever it was doesn’t seem important. Reaching up, I lace my fingers at the nape of his neck, pulling him close. Pressed skin to skin, we kiss softly, slowly, savoring the sweetness of one another for a long time.

“Come, sweet Duchess,” he murmurs between deep, slow kisses. “I want to show you something special.”

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