Page 21 of Royally Theirs (Risqué Royals)

Epilogue

Dominic

One Year Later...

Being a royal just means a lot of boring events.

Today is not one of those days. Today is a very special event. I am celebrating one year of marriage to my Duchess and my best friend. No one knows but the three of us that when Charlotte said I do, she was saying it to both Chambers and I.

I am at Chamber’s side for everything he must do. Meetings with the other Dukes, his cousins, meeting with royals from other families, even when he entertains celebrities. I have always been there. Me being there now is no different. Except now I my focus is on our wife, Charlotte.

I was always a little in love with Chambers. He was the first person who accepted me for who I was. He was filthy rich, and I was dirt poor when we met. I was angry, cold, and always a little on edge. His calmness, his laid back demeanor, and his kindness made me a different person.

He was the first man I ever felt attracted to. When we were in school, we fooled around a lot. I would get jealous whenever he spent time with a woman. It wasn’t until Charlotte that I ever wanted anyone else but him.

From the moment she smiled at me on her first day at the castle, giving me a cute little curtsey in greeting, I was wrapped around her finger. They were strangers agreeing to a marriage of convenience. I vowed I see to it that she was pleased and adored if he never saw her the way I did.

“God she is beautiful,” Chambers murmurs beside me as we watch our wife frolic through the gardens.

“Yeah, she is,” I agree, smiling as she stops to glance back at us.

Charlotte is beautiful in the warm sunshine, her skin glowing as she picks flowers, tucking them into a basket on her arm. We will have dinner together, just the three of us, and then we will spend the night worshiping our wife in our bedroom. We woke her up this morning with gentle lovemaking, her soft cries as we held her between us still echoing in my head.

Chambers was smitten with her the moment they met too. Neither one had been all that thrilled to be forced into marriage. At least, not until they met. They were a perfect pair. Charlotte pushed him to explore his love of horticulture, and he keeps our libraries stock with every book she could ever want.

“I love her so much,” I whisper to my best friend, sighing when he pulls me close, kissing my temple. “And I love you. Both of you have given me more than I deserve.”

“I love you as much as I love her, Dom. It is so different, but it is also the same. Charlotte gave us this, this perfect life where the three of us get everything we could ever want. We both deserve it, and so does she.”

Being a third in their marriage could be a solitary life. They are the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, a thriving province. The public adores them. I am in the shadows, making sure they remain safe and happy.

They do not allow me to live a solitary life. I am with them when it matters. I could have stayed behind during their two-month long honeymoon. They would not have it. I was there, traveling the world with them. I made love to Charlotte in Silver Shores, I fucked Chambers in Italy, we both took her in Spain. It was the most beautiful time of my life and even though it was two months away from Cambridge, our honeymoon never truly ended.

Yesterday in the library, I spread our wife out on the piano to eat her pussy while my husband sucked my cock. Last week we took a trip to another province where we fucked our wife after a lovely picnic, not caring if we got caught. We love each other deeply, passionately, and endlessly.

“The Duchess once mentioned magic,” Chambers muses, his eyes watching our beautiful Duchess smelling ivory roses. “It is her. She is the magic. We became who we always were meant to because of her. I love her so much. I love you so much, Dom. You were always more than my best friend. But it was her coming to us that let me see how much more.”

Chambers turns to me, cradling my face in his hands. Lowering his head, he kisses me softly, his beard rough against my jaw. I moan into his mouth, reaching out. I know she is there. I can smell her, I can feel her. I always know where our sweet Duchess is.

Tugging her between us, I pull back from Chambers to seal my lips to hers. Charlotte whimpers, opening her mouth to my greedy tongue. Behind her, the Duke groans, his big hands sliding up to cup her full tits. He pulls at the neckline of her dress, and I dip my head, pressing kisses to her bared breasts. I close my mouth around her left nipple, and she moans, begging us for more. More, she always wants more. And we all give her more.

“Wait, wait,” she gasps, pushing back against Chambers to stand between us. Her chest is heaving, her perfect, plump breasts right in our faces. I groan and start to bed my head, wanting to suckle at their perfection. “Baby, wait,” she pleads in that cute pouty tone that always gets her what she wants.

“Why wait? I want inside my wife,” Chambers grunts, his hand pulling at my zipper to let my cock spring out. “And my husband wants inside too. What do we have to wait for?”

I groan as they join hands to work my cock. God, having to lovers is some kind of perfect sin. I never get enough of their hands and mouths on me. I never knew pleasure could be what it is between us. It is more than getting my nut. More than fucking to fuck. It is a connection that I never felt with anyone else, a bond that I will never share with anyone but them.

“Let her have her moment, baby,” I pant as I reach for his zipper, returning the favor of pulling his dick out. “Making us wait just means she must wait to come. We get to come first, don’t we baby?”

“No, no,” she whines, making both of us still. “I need it. I need it more than ever now,” she admits, her eyes dropping to watch us jerk one another’s long, thick dicks. We always tease her that she will have to watch us make one another come if she is naughty, but we never follow through.

“Why now?” I wonder, ignoring her whines as I bend to suckle at her nipple again, pleasure racing up my spine.

“Because, I am pregnant,” she whisper shouts, throwing her head back as Chambers kisses a path up her neck.

Our hands go still. We both stop moving. I stop breathing. Is this real life? Is our sweet Duchess giving us our family? We knew from the start we would never know who the father was, unless we did tests, and we don’t care. His children will be my children. Mine will be his.

“Pregnant? Sweet Duchess,” Chambers pulls back, all three of us breathing fast. “Our little heir is in there?” he wonders, fixing his clothes as he kneels in front of her.

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