Page 46 of The Royal's Pet: A MMF Ménage Royal Romance

I can’t tell what he means by that—does you’re mine mean you’re my boyfriend or you belong to me? Maybe both.

I top. I always top. But here, with Roland’s hand around my prick and his shaft against my rear, I just might make an exception. I shift back, brushing against his erection, and it makes my lion purr.

In his explorations, he finds a golden spot under my bulbous head. My hips jerk forward, and I feel my cock flex in his hand.

“Do you like that?” he murmurs, his ministrations unceasing.

I’m breathless. My face burns. “Yes.”

“If I keep stroking you right here, will it make you blow?”

“Yes,” I gasp urgently.

He kisses my throat, and I feel his smile. “Good. I want you to lose control. Just for me. Come on, Ben.” He jerks me quickly now, his thumb rubbing tiny circles right fucking there. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

Normally, I’m quiet as a bloody church mouse when I reach my peak. Now? I howl. I explode in his hand. I’m a throbbing, leaking, panting mess.

Roland presses a single, firm kiss to the back of my neck, where my skull meets my spine. I shiver. It grounds me. “You came all over my hand,” he observes.

“Yeah,” I pant. No shit. I want to say something sarcastic or snippy to distance myself from the situation, but my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth. Instead, I come out with, genuinely, “You have that effect on me.” My defenses are thin. Everything is exposed, raw. My pulse is beating in the palm of his hand. For once, I’m not rushing off to recover my composure. I’m safe here. I let myself unravel.

The sound of the sliding glass doors breaks me out of my dream state. “It is sooo beautiful out there,” Rory chirps. As soon as she spots us tangled up, however, her feet come to a quick stop.

Shit. I straighten up and tuck myself back into my pants. Should we have done that without her? What are the rules? I’m so fucking out of my element; I need a bloody guidebook to navigate these waters.

“Should I come back in later?” Rory asks.

Without any sense of haste or urgency, Roland unwinds from me. “Ben, I told you not to leave the door open,” he says. “We’ve got a little ginger stray.” With that, Roland crouches down and makes little whistling, clicking noises. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he coos, extending his hand toward her.

Leave it to Roland to find the most bizarre ways to include Rory. Effortlessly, he turns an awkward situation into a game.

And leave it to Rory to play along. Without batting an eye, she gets down on her knees, and begins to crawl over to us.

She meows when she reaches Roland and nuzzles her head against his thigh. Say what you will about Rory, but she goes all out. I find myself watching, mesmerized, as he pets her hair.

“Does kitten want cream?” Roland asks and shows her his hand, glistening with my cum.

Rory sits down in front of him, and her green eyes go wide. She licks her lips and mewls.

Roland offers his hand. Rory licks him clean bit by bit, her pink tongue lapping over each finger. “Good girl,” Roland praises.

Bloody hell. Even with my orgasm only moments ago, the sight of them makes my organ stir to life again. I want seconds. I want her to lick my cock the way she’s licking his hand.

Normally, I have better control over myself. Rory and Roland have unleashed a beast.

Once Rory has licked every drop, Roland takes her chin and rewards her with a kiss. “Thank Ben for your treat, pet,” Roland commands.

Rory crawls over, sits at my feet, and looks up at me. She’s submissive now, a role she falls into so easily, but still so bright and bold. Those green eyes meet mine, and she says, “Thank you for my cream, sir.”

Goddamn. It’s enough to make me purr. I lower myself so I’m level with her. “Good girl,” I say and kiss her. She sighs into my mouth. She tastes like me, and the warmth of her tongue sends pleasure sparking through my blood.

My hand slips inside her jeans, and she spreads her knees, wanting.

“Let’s take this outside,” Roland announces just as my thumb grazes her knickers. “And bring the limoncello.”

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Roland

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