Page 12 of Royally Theirs (Risqué Royals)

I agree but neither of us break apart for a long time. Our bodies move together and before I know it, we’re coming, crying out into our fiery kisses. I tremble as he carries me to the bathroom, starting a shower for me.

“I would join you, but I better not,” he declares as he watches me step between the jets, his eyes hot with want. “Dom will come get you, love.”

At the mention of his best friend, another shiver runs through me. He has been there every single moment. When we walk in the gardens, when we wander through the library talking about our favorite books, at dinner when it is just the two of us, he is there with us.

When he caught us in the library, I was not upset. I was not startled. I was so turned on when he came over to us after we were so intimate with one another. His being there somehow felt so right. I felt so sexy when he touched me, and I was about to touch him before we were disturbed.

Stepping out of the shower, I sense I am not alone. Heat flushes my skin as I ignore my robe. Not even bothering with a towel, my heart thumps in my chest. I am not certain if this crosses lines but somehow, I know it won’t. As I walk back to the bedroom, I see him there, waiting.

“Duchess,” Dom’s voice is a taut wire as I prance past him.

“Morning Dom,” I call as I sail past, reaching out to slide a hand down his chest. I feel his body vibrating. Just as I start to pull back, his hand shackles my wrist and yanks. I stumble back, my back hitting his front.

“Duchess,” now his voice is deep, raw, “unless you want to be punished, you will never let another man see you this way. Just the Duke.”

“And you,” I whisper, my voice breathy as I let him bring me back against his chest, his hands against my stomach. “You will see me this way, yes? On our wedding night or the honeymoon? Or just if he wants you to?”

“Yes,” he growls, his fingers sinking into my skin, drawing me back against his hips. In a quick move he pushes me forward, pressing his hard shaft against my ass roughly. “Be a good girl, Duchess. It would be so hot to pink that ass while I watch you please our Duke. Would you like that?”

Nodding, I cry out as he smacks my ass hard, the cheek bouncing from the slap. Yanking me back against him, he slides one hand up to wrap it around my throat. My wet skin is ruining his suit, but he hardly seems to notice. His mouth is at my ear as his fingers press against my throat.

“Good girl. We both want to please our Duke, yes?” I spot us in the gilded mirror in the corner. It is an erotic sight, me bare while he is dressed and in command of me. “Whether I need to please him or you, I will do what you both need of me, Duchess. Pleasing you both is what pleases me. On your wedding night, it will be just the two of you. I will see to it.”

Dom lands another smack at my ass, growling when I moan. It sends a tingle of pleasure right to my clit. These two men have awakened a sleeping seductress inside of me. I never wanted a man before and now I want two.

Releasing me, he goes to the closet to grab a dress I have never seen before. It is a knitted dress, soft pink, with a deep V-neck front and a draped back. It is not something I would have dared to wear before. Now I think it will be sexy on my body and I want to feel sexy.

Dom watches as I pull out a drawer to grab some lingerie. Grinning at me, he closes it with a shake of his head. Smacking my ass again, he nods to the dress. Theywantme to wear this. With no panties or bra. Emboldened that these two beautiful, sexy men want me in this slinky dress, I pull it on, smoothing it over my skin with a sigh.

“Beautiful. Come here, Duchess,” Dominic commands in his deep voice, tilting his head at me. I go to him, my heart fluttering against my ribs.

Grasping my chin, he tilts my head back, both of us glancing at the mirror. I watch as he moves in, breathing me in. My legs tremble but he is there, a hand sliding over my hip to pull me against him. His face presses against my neck and he kisses me there, startling me at the intimate act.

“Mmm, he was right. Christ you smell good, Duchess. Come, now.”

Leading me to the door, he opens it for me and offers his arm again. I take a deep breath as I wrap my hand around his thick bicep. He is not just leading me to Chambers. He is leading me to something. These two men have something in mind for me. My thighs tremble at the very thought.

We go down a few long hallways before he stops before some huge, square doors. I am trembling as he pushes them open. I am not scared. I am not nervous. I am excited. Anxious for whatever waits on the other side. As I step past the doors, I go still, awed at what I see before me.

Chambers has taken me through some of the castle, promising to show me all of it in time. Most of our time has been spent in the gardens or the library. This room is the one I wanted to see the most. The one I thought ofthemoment I knew I was coming here to become a royal.

The throne room glitters in all its majesty.

“Oh my...” I whisper as Chambers steps down from the gilded dais where two thrones sit.

Several tufted stools on either side of a silver rug leading to the dais. This is the room where Chambers speaks with his peers and sometimes his cousins about royal business. It is where we will sit side by side as Duke and Duchess for any formal events. In deep blues and shimmering ivory, it is a sight to behold.

“Come, sweet Duchess,” Chambers urges me, holding his hand out for me. Glancing at Dom, I drop his arm to take Chambers’ hand.

As we head towards the dais, the heavy doors close and the snick of a lock makes my pulse leap. Reaching the dais, my heels click loudly on the marble, matching the vibrato of my heart. Chambersleadsme up the short steps, guiding me to the seat on the right. I sit and he sits beside me.

“Guard,” he calls to Dom who still stands at the doors. “Come here, please. Our Duchess needs you,” his voice is rough the way it gets when he is turning me on. I start to breathe heavily, watching the slow, measured steps Dominic takes towards us.

Pausing just before the steps, he bends in a bow. I gasp when he drops to his knee before me. Reaching out without a word, he takes first one heel, then the other off, setting them aside. His gaze turns towards the Duke, both of us waiting for him to continue whatever he started here.

“Charlotte, Dominic is our guard. He is my second, my most trusted confidant, and the best friend I have ever known. Dom will follow us for most of our lives. He will be in the shadows. Watching, waiting for his moment to protect us. Would you give your life for our Duchess?”

“Yes, sir,” Dom answers with fervor, his eyes swinging to mine. “I would die for her. As I would die for you. It would be an honor, sir.”

---