Royally Screwed: A Reverse-Harem Royal Romance (Quick & Dirty Book 3) Page 10

“Good evening, Sophia,” Grayson says, standing before me.

  I get a flash of earlier today, our bodies pressed close together, his eyes, as blue as the sea, fixed on mine. And his promise, “Tonight, Sophia. We will fulfill your every fantasy.”

  “Evening,” I manage.

  “Your dress is lovely, but we won’t be needing that. Take it off.”

  With shaking hands, I tug the straps down off my shoulders and push the clingy fabric over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. I stand in heels—my ankles trembling—and a matching red lace bra and panties set.

  “Even more lovely,” Grayson says. “But still…unnecessary.” His gaze drags down the length of my body, heating up my skin, then back up to pin me to the spot. “Strip.”

  I unclip my bra first and let it fall off my breasts, my nipples hardening against the air. Grayson’s eyes flare with hunger. I tug my panties over my ass and down my thighs to join the rest of my clothes, feeling a rush of wet heat between my thighs. No one has touched me yet but I’m soaking. Embarrassingly so.

  “Stunning,” Grayson says.

  He unties his robe and tosses it aside. I hear Nicolai and Chase following suit. I look around me. They’re all naked, the dim light cutting shadows across their beautiful hard bodies.

  The men close in around me, not close enough to touch me, but close enough that I feel enclosed.

  I am surrounded. But I’ve never felt safer.

  Nicolai grabs me first, his hands rough and digging into my skin as he turns me and yanks me against him, hatred mixing in with lust and making his kiss bruising and rough. I dig my nails into his shoulders as we war with our tongues.

  He pushes a hand between my legs, forcing my thighs wider apart. His rough fingers rub at my folds, spreading my wetness. He pinches my clit, hard, harder until I yelp. But when he lets go, a rush of sensation makes my sensitive button throb, making me groan around his thrusting tongue.

  His fingers find my clit again in a light touch. For a moment I think he’s trying to soothe the ache he created. The flat of his fingers smack my clit hard and fast, causing a small explosion of fireworks. His light touch was a diversion, enhancing the pain, distracting me with softness before giving me the other extreme.

  Nicolai is anger and power. He is darkness and pain. And I find that I want it. Find that a part of me craves it even as my mind is repelled by it.

  I hear Chase chuckle. “I’ll be damned.”

  I break the kiss with Nicolai and turn to Chase. Sweet, kind Chase. I need him after the punishment Nicolai has given me.

  “I’ll be damned what?” I ask.

  “Nicolai doesn’t usually kiss.”

  Chase’s touch is gentle. He slides his arms around me like I’m fragile and holds me in a hug. His plump lips are like soothing pillows against mine, his hands in my hair to hold me gently to him. I need this too. I need to be cared for, to be treated like a fragile, delicate thing. Chase presses kisses along my jaw and up to my ear before sucking a lobe gently into his mouth.

  His hand slides between my legs, drawing the lightest of circles around my mishandled clit.

  “Poor little girl,” he coos into my ear. “Did he hurt you?”

  I whimper.

  His fingers slide farther back to tease my entrance. I gasp and rock my hips forward, begging him to enter me. I need. I want. More.

  Chase hisses. “She is soaking, Your Highness.” He isn’t looking at me, but over my shoulder at Grayson. “She’s more than ready and we’ve barely touched her.”

  “Give her to me,” Grayson demands.

  Chase releases me, turning me to deliver me into Grayson’s arms. I sink into them and I feel a strange sensation come over me. Like, this is where I belong.

  Grayson slides a hand to cup my face, even as his other hand crushes me to him with a force that forces breath from my lungs. He is both light and shade. Rough and gentle.

  “No matter what happens, you are mine,” he whispers for only me to hear. Then he kisses me.

  This is not just a kiss. He is claiming me. Owning me.

  His mouth branding my body as I burn for him, his erection trapped between us. I want it. Him. All of him.

  Just as quickly, he releases my mouth. Before I can protest I am pressed in from all sides, surrounded completely by a wall of hard muscle. And the hands…hands caressing my body everywhere.

  Then the kisses start, on my shoulder, my neck, my back, adding to the hands. Someone kisses down my chest, capturing a nipple in his wet mouth. Then a second mouth is on the other one. I groan long and low as a hand slips between my legs, playing with my folds and rubbing my sensitive button.

  I close my eyes and drown in the sensations, heat and need building in my body, centring in my core, as whispers come from all around me.

  “Have you seen anything so fucking sexy?”

  “Shit, she is so wet.”

  “Needy, greedy girl.”

  A hand runs over the curve of my ass and teases my entrance from behind. I moan and step my legs wider to give him access. Any inhibitions have been obliterated in this whirlwind of pleasure. His fingers slip inside my pussy as another set of fingers circle my clit. Someone—I guess Nicolai—bites my nipple.

  My back arches and I lose my balance. I don’t fall, though. I’m being held up by strong hands, surrounded by a wall of muscle. I rock my hips, begging for more by the noises coming from me.

  But I don’t get it.

  The fingers slip out of my pussy and trace wetness back up the crease of my ass until they find my sensitive hole. I tense out of instinct.

  “Relax, Sophia.” I recognise Chase’s calming voice in my ear. Those must be his fingers.

  I obey. Because Chase makes me feel safe. Out of the three, he is the teddy bear, the most gentle. I trust him.

  He teases me from behind as Grayson plays with my clit, Nicolai’s fingers pinching at my nipples, his teeth digging into my shoulder and neck.

  I am so achy. So needy. If I don’t get fucked soon I might explode.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “Please what?” Grayson askes, his voice hard.

  “More.”

  “Like this?” He slides a finger inside my pussy.

  It does nothing to ease the ache, it only intensifies it, making me feel like what I want is just out of reach.

  “More,” I pant.

  Nicolai teases my lips with his fingers and I suck at them, wishing it was his thick cock instead, my hips rocking back and forth, wanting…wanting…

  Grayson hums under his breath. “I know what you want.”

  I let out a moan. Yes. Please.

  “Do you want all your holes filled, pet?”

  Heat blooms across my cheeks. I can’t believe he just spoke those words out aloud, bringing to life this dark desire hidden inside of me.

  I nod, the slightest of movements.

  “Then say it.”

  Shame coats my tongue. I can’t. I can’t voice this dirty desire. It’s wrong. Bad. Oh so dirty.

  “You’re safe here,” Chase says. “You won’t be judged.”

  “I… I want…” Dear God, I want it so badly.

  “Own your desires, Sophia,” Grayson demands. “Say it.”

  “I want all my holes filled,” I cry.

  I feel so dirty just saying the words. But a bolt of need ricochets through me ripping through my shame.

  I don’t have time to dwell on my embarrassment. A finger slides into the entrance of my asshole. My muscles clench around it. I feel fuller than I’ve ever been before. But it’s not enough.

  Slowly Chase slides his finger out then back in, just a little farther. Grayson adds a second finger to my pussy to rub at my g-spot. Nicolai slides three fingers into my mouth and I groan around them.

  It’s a sign of what’s to come.

  A promise.

  These three sets of fingers rub in and out of me, teasing me, bringing me to the brink of heavenly madness.

 
; “I think she’s ready, don’t you?” I hear Grayson ask through my pleasure haze.

  “Get on your back, Nicolai,” Grayson commands.

  Nicolai’s fingers slide from my mouth and I feel his presence leave my side. He lies down on the sheepskin rug in front of the bed.

  For a moment I am disappointed—I wanted Grayson under me—until I catch a glimpse of the cock Nicolai is palming in his hand. It is thick, the thickest of the three.

  My insides clench even as Chase and Grayson both withdraw their fingers at the same time. I feel so empty. But the emptiness adds to the anticipation, because I know I’m about to be filled to the brim.

  Grayson kisses me. I press up against him and for a moment I almost lose myself in him.

  He pulls back and caresses my cheek. “Slide down onto him, pet. Let him stretch your pussy.”

  “Yes…Your Highness,” I say in a voice that sounds breathless and demure at the same time.

  Grayson’s eyes flare and I know he likes it when I call him that.

  I walk on trembling legs and lower myself to straddle Nicolai. I feel a thrill down my spine that I get to be on top of this brutal, dangerous man. That he has been forced to get under me. I position my wet entrance over the tip of his thick cock and slowly slide down, moaning as I feel my walls being stretched.

  Nicolai grunts underneath me, his hands sliding up my thighs, and I know it feels good for him, too.

  “Lean forward a little, pet. That’s it.”

  I feel a presence behind me, the sound of a cap opening and shutting, then a gentle touch and cool liquid. Lube. I tense.

  “Just breathe, Sophia,” Chase whispers into my ear as he eases a wet finger into my back hole, stretching me.

  I close my eyes and try to give in to the sensations, give in to the feeling of being owned from both sides. Slowly I feel my muscles ease and Chase is able to ease a second finger in. The tightness turns into pleasure. Soon I’m rocking my hips back and forward to meet his fingers.

  “I think you’re ready.”

  Chase’s fingers slide out and I feel the tip of his erection at my back entrance. I breathe deeply trying to stay calm as he slowly eases himself in. All the way in.

  Oh. My. God.

  I am so full. Fuller than I’ve ever been. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way. But it’s still not enough. I want more.

  But they won’t move.

  Even as I try to rock my hips back and forth, neither Nicolai holding me down onto his cock by my upper thighs nor Chase with his hands wrapped around my sides pinning me from behind, will let me move. I am a prisoner of flesh and hands.

  It’s torture. Sweet, aching torture.

  “What are you waiting for?” I cry out in a voice I don’t recognise. “Fuck me.”

  Grayson steps on either side of Nicolai’s torso to stand before me, the light above him like a halo, making it seem like he’s wearing a golden crown. “They won’t move until I tell them to.”

  I whimper. The power in his voice is enough to send a shiver down my spine.

  “They belong to me, you see. And now…so do you.” His thumb traces my cheekbone. “You want to be fucked?”

  “Please,” I beg.

  Grayson lets out a small noise of satisfaction. He grabs his hard cock in his hand and moves it close to my mouth, our eyes locked. “Please, what?”

  His erection is right there but I can’t reach it with my lips. I am hungry. Hungrier than I’ve ever been. I’m starving to death.

  “Please fuck me…Your Highness.”

  His eyes flare with pleasure. “Where?”

  “Everywhere.”

  “Make me happy, Sophia, and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

  Finally, he shifts forward, giving me his cock. I lick around his head making him moan, making him wet, before I take him deep into my mouth. My insides clench around Chase and Nicolai as Grayson slides in and out of my throat. I want this sensation everywhere.

  Grayson curses, urging me on. “Such a good girl.”

  Greedy, greedy girl. On her knees for the prince. I want him to be happy. I want to make him happy.

  “They will fuck you now,” Grayson says, staring down at me, as he moves in and out of my mouth, “but only because I let them.”

  Chase starts to move, sliding out of my ass then back in again. I whimper at the wave of pleasure tinged with pain.

  Nicolai grips my thighs and holds me up as he lifts his hips, sliding in and out of my pussy, adding to the pleasure. I moan around Grayson’s cock and feel him throb against my throat walls.

  We ease into a steady, rocking rhythm—in and out, all over me—that slowly grows faster and harder.

  Holy shit.

  I’m being fucked from all three sides. My head spins out of control as pleasure batters me from everywhere. My body doesn’t know where to focus. It’s too much. Too much. It’s overwhelming.

  And yet, it’s fucking perfect.

  I hear noises that sound crazed and wild in amongst the chorus of masculine grunting. It takes a moment to realise it’s coming from me. I’m being owned, completely, but I’ve never felt so free.

  The pleasure compounds, building from deep within me, at the same time vibrating along my skin. I am pure pleasure. Every thrust an act of care. Of love.

  It feels so good I want to scream. Or cry. Or both.

  Grayson fists my hair and tugs back gently, forcing me to open my eyes and look up at him.

  “You are mine,” he mouths and for a single moment it feels like it’s only him and me in this room.

  Then the pleasure crushes me under it like a giant wave. I come, hard, harder than I’ve ever come before. My vision goes white. Every single nerve in my body is on fire.

  I feel Grayson pulse, his fingers tightening in my hair, before he fills my mouth with warm salty liquid.

  I feel Chase and Nicolai pulsing inside me from both sides, filling me, too. The sensation extending this wave of pleasure, drawing in and exploding out.

  It feels like it goes on and on. Until all my energy is drained, and I have nothing left. I am a quivering, needy mess, but I don’t fall because I’m being held up by these three beautiful men. Being cared for by these three beautiful men.

  I’ve never felt so sated.

  Or loved.

  Grayson

  We lay a motionless Sophia on the sheepskin rug. Chase arranges pillows around her as I head to the bathroom to get a damp towel. Nicolai, being Nicolai, gets up, puts his robe back on and makes his rounds of the suite before standing in position by the door.

  When I return, I kneel before Sophia and gently part her legs so I can clean her.

  I feel eyes on me. I look up to find her watching me. “I never thought I’d find a future king cleaning me.”

  I press a kiss on her inner thigh. “A good king should be the greatest servant of all.”

  She rewards me with a smile that lights up the darkness in my soul. “Handsome and wise.” She shakes her head and lets out a small sigh. “Are you even real?”

  I grin. “Don’t forget great in bed and richer than God.”

  She rolls her eyes and throws a pillow at me. I bat it aside and lunge for her, already feeling my cock stiffen with need for her again.

  Nicolai clears his throat, reminding me that Sophia and I are not alone. A stab of annoyance goes through me that I can’t understand. Instead of devouring Sophia like I want to, I arrange myself on the pillows and tuck her into my side. She looks so fucking beautiful lying there on my chest, her legs across Chase’s lap.

  It felt so damn good to be in her mouth earlier. But I wanted to be everywhere as well. It was like I couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t get close enough to her.

  I’ve never wanted a woman’s pleasure so much. I want to taste it. Command it. Drown her in it.

  Sophia’s hand running across my chest feels so good. So right. I tuck her in closer to me, press a kiss to her forehead. She lets out a sma
ll noise and her touch becomes heated, exploring my chest before running down my stomach to find my cock already hard for her. Her hand sliding up and down me feels so good. I let out a groan.

  “I want you,” she whispers. “Now.”

  “You’re not too sore?” I ask.

  She shakes her head.

  I pull her across my lap. Her pussy lips are already so wet that they slide along my length as she rocks her hips back and forth.

  Fuck. Me.

  This woman will be the death of me.

  I want to be inside her. I don’t want to draw this out. But I’m conscious of being a gentleman, of making sure she’s ready, of giving her enough foreplay. So I hold off on pulling her down onto my length.

  It’s Sophia who lets out a breathy moan, saying, “Can’t. Wait.”

  She holds my cock in her hand and positions it at her entrance, her pussy practically dripping with her arousal, then slides down onto me.

  Dear fucking God.

  She is tight and wet. Heaven. I found it right here in this woman’s arms.

  She begins to lift her hips, sliding up and down on me. I groan, sinking back into the pillows to revel in the feel of her. To revel in the sight of this gorgeous woman moving over me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

  “She’s a needy one, that’s for sure.” Chase appears behind her with a chuckle, breaking through my reverie, reminding me that we’re not alone.

  I shoot him a glare, wait. Chase frowns but he holds off.

  “Do you want Chase inside you, too?” I ask Sophia.

  For a moment she pauses, her chocolate eyes on mine. I think I can read indecision in them. I hope that she says no. I want her to say no, I realise.

  She nods.

  Something tightens into a fist in my stomach. But I want to make her happy. I’d…do anything to make her happy, I realise.

  I give Chase a curt nod.

  After a moment’s pause, Chase positions himself behind her. I can feel the moment that he slides inside her. She tenses, her breath hitching, her eyelashes fluttering shut.

  Chase doesn’t move. He knows not to until I give him word.

  I slide a hand to cup Sophia’s face. Her lashes open and I’m caught in her liquid stare. I pull her down flat against my chest, right where she feels like she belongs. I know this angle tilts her body so that her clit is pressing against me and gives Chase better access to her from behind.