Anya went to pieces as Dean and I began to alternate deep, slow strokes — him pumping her ass full of his length as I pulled out, and the vice versa as I fucked her deep. Jace’s hands tightened in her hair, his slick cock pumping between her pouty lips as the two of us fucked her like she had never been fucked before.
We moved faster and faster, her screams of pleasure drowning us as our bodies came together again and again. Anya’s cries became one, long, drawn-out moan, her whole body starting to tense. I could feel it in my whole body — the release I’d denied myself slowly fighting it’s way out, and I knew there was no holding back this time.
“Be a good little girl and come for us, baby,” Dean groaned into her ear as he slid his cock deep in her ass. “I want you to come like you’ve never come before with three cocks filling you up like you’ve never been filled. And when you do come?”
He grunted, pumping her ass faster as she started to go to pieces.
“When you do come, you’re ours, always. This is us making you ours. This is us claiming you, forever. Now come for me, baby girl. Come all over our three big cocks.”
She basically exploded. Her whole body tensed and then released, her mouth coming away from Jace as the wailing, screaming, moaning cry of ecstasy tore through her body and out through her lips. I could feel her pussy clench up tight around my cock, and it was the last thing I could take.
I roared as the cum pumped from my balls out through my cock and deep into her womb. My whole fucking vision went dark as I fucked her sweet pussy for all I was worth. Dean grunted, and I could feel him as he exploded deep in her ass. We kept fucking her — kept driving in and out as one orgasm of hers tumbled into another, before finally, we pulled away.
Anya collapsed on the couch, panting, when suddenly, Jace was pushing us aside and moving between her legs. She moaned, tugging him down and kissing him fiercely.
“Now it’s my turn,” he groaned. He pushed her knees back, sliding his cock deep into her sticky pussy before pulling out and trailing it down lower.
“And this time, I’m claiming this ass,” he growled.
He pushed in, his thick cock sliding through Dean’s cum as he pushed every inch deep inside of Anya’s ass. She cried out, throwing her head back and clawing at his arms as he pinned her to the couch, legs spread wide, and started to pound her ass. His hand moved to her pussy, two fingers pushing deep inside as his thumb rolled over her clit. He roared, every muscle in his body tightening as he fucked her hard and fast, until both of them looked like they were about to catch fire.
Suddenly, Anya spasmed as another climax exploded through her, and that was all it took for Jace. He groaned as he slid in deep, his cock throbbing as he emptied his cum deep into her. Their lips came together, kissing hungrily as they slowly came to a stop.
We all four collapsed onto the couch, panting as we each took turns kissing her, and stroking her, and murmuring into to her ear.
It was perfection is what it was.
Later, after a shower and after us putting our mouths all over her again, we moved to the bed. We tangled together, all three of us holding her tight as sleep dragged us into it’s embrace.
I awoke to the smell of her hair in my face, and that was, without even a hint of question, the best morning of my life. I nuzzled her neck, pulling her tight to me — selfishly, since she was still sleeping and since Dean and Jace were still too asleep themselves to get her too.
She grinned, waking as she felt my body press to hers, and we lay just like that until the other two finally got up and moved to touch her too.
“What comes now?”
I shook my head, kissing her neck. “I’m not sure, but this?” I kissed her again. “This is everything.”
“And we want this forever, Anya,” Jace growled, kissing her lips slowly.
“I— this isn’t anything I was looking for,” she whispered, turning to look at each of us. “But, I can’t imagine not being with the three of you.”
“Think we know exactly what you mean,” Dean murmured. “You weren’t anything we were expecting, but damn am I glad we found you.”
Her face fell slightly.
“What’s wrong, angel?”
“I have to get back to the palace at some point. And I’m worried that once I walk out that door, this is all going to be a sweet beautiful dream.”
I growled, pulling her close and kissing her fiercely. “Not a fucking chance. This is for—”
I wanted to say forever, I just didn’t know how to.
“This is for keeps,” I said instead.
“But how?” You’re princes, and I’m not royal. And besides that, what would people say about us all being together?”
“Who cares,” Dean muttered.
She smiled. “That’s easy to say, but really, how would that work? What, I’m just with all of you? How would Tam take that?”
“Let us worry about that,” Jace whispered, kissing her. “What matters is, you better know that when you walk out that door?” He nodded at the doorway to the bedroom.
“Known that this was not just a dream. This is us for always, and we’re going to make this work, we swear,” he said fiercely.
“If it’s what you want,” Dean said quietly.
The smile spread over her whole face.
“Of course it is,” she whispered.
“Good,” I murmured into her ear.
Twenty minutes later, she finally really did have to leave our bed, and unfortunately, put clothes back on. I called our car for her while she gathered her things.
“When are we seeing you next?”
She grinned, her face blushing.
“I’m pretty sure I’m free tonight.”
“Good,” Dean growled. “Consider your schedule full.”
She blushed, her eyes sparking. “Oh, I plan on it.”
It scared me how much I didn’t want her to leave, but at the same time, it filled me with something I was pretty sure I’d never felt before.
Real, true, forever love.
Now, the only trick was, making that happen.
Chapter 13
Jace
The black and silver antique town car parked outside the front doors of the hotel was the first giveaway. The second was the stoic driver, standing beside the passenger door and nodding firmly at us, gesturing as he opened the door.
But the third was the hand, resting on the cane, that appeared, beckoning us to enter the car.
The hand with the ring only members of the club would ever recognize — gold, set with a thick ruby gem and three small, golden crowns.
Mr. X.
We’d never officially met him, but we’d all three seen him in the shadows, behind the high council, the night we’d been inducted into the Triple Crown Club. Mr. X was the club. Nameless, clouded in secrets, and basically unknown. “Mr. X” was really one of many Mr. Xs who stretched out through the long, storied history of the club, but it in no way diminished his importance. Or his power, or the iron-fisted way he ran the club. The rules to him were written in stone. They were unmoving, unbendable, and without circumstance.
He was rarely at the club and mostly kept to himself, allegedly. Suffice to say, a visit from Mr. X wasn’t really ever a good thing.
My jaw clenched as he beckoned, motioning us to enter the gorgeous, antique car.