Page 51 of The Royal's Pet: A MMF Ménage Royal Romance

My bra topples. Roland cups my bare breast, and his thumb grazes my nipple. It hardens immediately under his touch and lights my nerves on fire.

I quickly retract the blade, afraid I’ll slip and nick Roland’s thigh. A breathy laugh bursts from my chest. “Not fair.”

“Focus.” That growl is all Ben, and he bunches my hair up in a tight fist. The strain on my skull recenters me. I cut down the second leg of his briefs as Roland flicks my nipples and Ben’s lips trace my throat. My boys aren’t making this easy on me, and my body hums for them. I’m almost done, though, when I see how aroused Roland is. His white briefs barely cover his half-hard shaft, and the fleshy tip pokes out from the ruined cotton. I’m thirsty for him and the sight of him draws a low throb from between my legs.

I’m shaky with need. My hand twitches and I gasp when I see a small, crimson nick on Roland’s inner thigh. “Oh, shit.” I drop the offending pocketknife. “I’m so sorry.”

I don’t know what I thought would happen, but the thought comes to me—so he is human, he does bleed. He’s so godlike, so untouchable, that it’s striking to see him bleed the same blood as the rest of us mere Normals.

“Leave it,” Roland says. There’s this new look in his eyes, a near-feral glow. The orange sunset bounces off his irises, giving him that purple hue. He tugs my head down so my lips meet his and kisses me roughly. The hunger in his lips… oh my God. It turns me on. There’s nothing practiced or proper about my animal prince. It takes less than nothing to rip his briefs from him, and now he’s completely naked underneath me. I straddle him, arms and legs tight around him, and sigh into his kiss. The nighttime sea breeze is cool on my bare skin, but his body is furnace hot, and I leave no space between us.

“I need you inside of me,” I whisper. His organ is stiff on my stomach, and it’s killing me to have his perfect manhood so close and yet so far.

“I’m crazy for you.” His breath hits my lips.

Ben’s hands find my hips. “Let’s get rid of these,” he says. Then I feel it, the blade press against my thigh. The sting makes me freeze. My breath gets stuck in my throat when Ben tickles my thigh with the very tip of it. I feel tension on my panties when the blade catches on the side and then a sudden release when it snaps.

Oh hell. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it sends a flood of warmth through my middle. My heart pounds furiously in my chest as he goes for the other side. Again, the blade at my thigh, a snip—and that’s all it takes. Ben grabs the useless fabric and yanks it from between my legs so I’m bare. The soft cotton tickles my feminine folds on its way out.

The sensation of them snipping my clothes away until I’m completely naked and vulnerable in front of them… it’s a rush. My head spins. Roland reaches over the chaise to grab his pants and pulls a condom out. He unpacks it, rolls it over his hard length, and then guides his cock inside of me. I moan. Ben kisses and fondles me from behind. My crimson patch of hair meets Roland’s chestnut curls as he fills me completely. Ben claims my throat with his lips and grips my hips, guiding my pace as I ride the prince. I hook one arm behind me around Ben’s neck and plant another hand on Roland’s chest.

I have a prince underneath me and a bodyguard literally guarding my back. When did this become my life? It feels so unreal… and yet so right.

Roland has his tongue down my throat when I hear Ben spit. I feel Ben cup my rear and press a saliva-lubed finger… there. He just holds it against my asshole and then murmurs in my ear, “Is this okay?”

It’s hard to think, let alone speak. I’m lust-drunk. But I manage to nod and murmur, “Yes… that’s good.”

Ben’s teeth make little dents in my neck, and he rubs circles against my secret place. Then he probes inside and—oh. With Roland’s thick organ penetrating me and now Ben’s finger, I whimper. It feels amazing in a way I never expected. He’s scratching an itch I didn’t even know I had, and now, with the both of them exploring me, my pleasure spikes. I feel dirty. So dirty. So filthy and used and… theirs. Completely theirs.

Ben crooks his finger in a way that I can feel him petting the thin membrane between his finger and Roland’s cock, and it nearly does me in. I’m sweating now, overheating and on edge, but I need more to push me over. I’m not normally this kind of girl. I’m not normally this kinky, this desperate, this greedy. But these two men send me to places I never dared to go before, not in my wildest fantasies. Finally, I can’t hold back.

“I want the both of you in me,” I beg. “Please.”

Ben rewards me with a kiss to the side of my face. I melt into it before he pulls back, finger and all.

“Stay,” he says.

It’s an easy command to follow. As Ben pulls away, I lean forward against Roland. His body is hot, his arms cradle me, and his shaft hits me deeper than ever in this position.

“I want to consume you,” Roland purrs, his voice like velvet on my skin.

“Lucky for you, I want to be consumed.” I grin against his mouth.

Our tongues meet, warm and wet. I run his silky hair through my fingers. I love that this strong, powerful man lets me set my own pace over him, grinding against him so I can keep him in, deep, deep, deep. A gull caws in the distance, the waves lap against the cliffs below, lulled by the swollen moon slowly on the rise, and I steal deep, dark kisses from my British prince. I don’t want to leave his arms, not ever.

Ben is back—I only know because his fingertips run feather-like down my spine and make me shudder. He maps the small of my back, between my round cheeks, and manipulates my little hole again. I know what’s coming next, and the thought makes me throb around Roland’s manhood.

Ben takes his hand away briefly, and when he replaces it, his finger is gooey with lube. Now he slides a finger inside me easily and then inserts a second. He’s testing my limits, stretching me. I push back into his hand. I can’t get enough.

“Are you sure you want this?” Ben murmurs in my ear.

I want this. God, I want this so badly, I can taste it. I want to be part of them. I want them to be part of me.

“Please,” I whimper. “I want you. All of you.”

Ben’s fingers slip away from me, and I push my hips forward against Roland to make up for the absence. But then I feel Ben press against my tight hole… and he feels so big here, so, so big. I clench at first, uncertain that I can take him all. But my body wants him, craves him, and slowly, inch by inch, he eases his monster instead of me. I gasp loudly and arch back.

“Is that okay?” Ben asks as he cups my head. I feel droopy and limp in these men’s arms.

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