Page 52 of The Royal's Pet: A MMF Ménage Royal Romance

“Yes…” I moan. “It’s… so good. I can feel you. Both of you.”

It feels so bizarre at first. It should be impossible to feel this full, full of them, full of love, filled to the brim. They shower me with affection, using their lips, their hands, and I lose track of who is touching me where. All I know is my skin is on fire and I’ve never been more aroused in my life. They’re moving in tandem, like a wave, and I’m sucked into the riptide of their bodies. They moan, growl, suck my skin hungrily, and touch me reverently. I’m their pet, their toy, and their princess.

All thoughts have fled. Any other day, I’d be plagued by homesick thoughts, guilt, distraction, fear—a swath of conflicting emotions battering around my head. Here, trapped between these two British alphas, my mind goes blissfully blank.

Their love for each other is palpable. And then there’s me. The glue. The beating heart between two lungs. Here, in sync, we’re perfect and unstoppable. Even our hearts beat together—one tangled being.

“You’re beautiful,” Roland whispers in a breathless mantra. “Beautiful, beautiful…”

“I can’t hold back,” I breathe. My voice feels tight in my throat.

“Then don’t,” Ben demands. “Cum for us, pet.”

My orgasm explodes from me. My throat is nearly pinched shut, and I only get out a strained whimper and a series of, “Oh God, oh God, oh God…” I’m pulsing around them, both of them, as their hard members thrust inside of me, milking every throb from me. They release too, together, it seems; Roland tosses his head back with a shout, and Ben bites my shoulder and groans there. I can feel them dripping in me, out of me, and my greedy body continues to throb, holding them inside of me. My skin is so hot, but my throat has finally opened up and I pant for breath, dizzy with satisfaction.

“I love you,” Roland says in a reverent moan, “I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper.

“I love you both,” Ben murmurs last.

I know this is the part where sparks are supposed to go off—we did it! We said those three magic words for the first time… all three of us! But it feels so natural, just like having them inside of me feels so natural, and there’s a warm, satisfying comfort about the romantic nothingness of the proclamation. We were just meant to be.

We crumple together, one lazy mess of bodies on the chaise. We’re dirty, I’m covered in their fluids, but I can’t move. My muscles have dissolved, and my bones are rubbery and useless. Ben kisses my back, my hips, and Roland covers my face with his lips. I bliss out from my two affectionate, dominating men.

Staring at Roland, his blue eyes vibrant, I realize just how vastly different my relationship with these two men is. Roland is fire and passion. It’s impossible not to fall crazy, deeply in love with him. Ben is a slow burn. He’s the calm in the middle of the storm and anchors me to the ground. Together, they balance me out. It’s weird, but it doesn’t even feel like I’m in two different relationships. They make one complete boyfriend—my yin and yang boys.

Could this be my life?

For the first time in a long, long time, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

“How are you?” Roland asks, stroking my hair from my face.

“Good,” I tell him. I must look crazy, my hair all over the place, eyes half-lidded. “Really, really good.”

I giggle. I can’t help it. My endorphins are in overdrive.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” Ben states. “Hands down.”

“Same,” Roland sighs. “We should do that every day.”

“I’m not sure my body could take it,” I chuckle. What is wrong with me? I’ve come down with a fit of the giggles. Everything seems incredibly funny right now.

“Ben will take middle next time,” Roland says. “Won’t you, mate?”

Ben huffs audibly, and I bark a laugh.

We catch our breath, and the men extract their softening organs from me. My body feels empty now, so I cuddle in close and soon the three of us are snuggled up, a pile of limbs.

“Hell,” Ben says after a long lapse of comfortable silence. “I wish we could use the pool.”

“That would require getting up.” Roland opens his mouth in a lion’s yawn. “And I’m in no state.”

“I’ll test it.” I feel invigorated with my second wind. I clamber over their naked bodies and off the chaise. Even under the black blanket of night, the stone floor retains the sun’s warmth under my bare feet. I walk over to the edge of the pool and dip my toe in.

It’s nice. Not too warm, not too cool. Minus some leaves floating around, it’s really not that bad.

“Verdict?” Ben asks.

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