The car rumbled as we turned off the main road, driving over gravel. My eyes darted to the window again, and I swallowed. The huge old manor house was enormous, covered in ivy with a wrought iron fence around it. The grounds were manicured and perfect, and low, sensual light lit the path up to a huge wooden front door.
The car pulled up to the front and turned off. I shivered.
What the hell was I getting myself into here?
Chapter 3
Killian
“We need drinks, now.”
I gritted my teeth. “No shit.”
There was a lot of shit and a lot of reasons why we needed booze, ASAP. I adjusted my mask, glancing around the party.
“Why the fuck did we come here tonight?” I muttered out loud.
Jace shrugged. “Not actually sure about that myself.”
“Because we needed to get outside our own heads,” Dean shot back. “We need a distraction.”
He was right, and I knew it. And then, the club was certainly a place for distraction. I watched as a gorgeous blonde masked woman slowly peeled the top down on her gown, exposing full, succulent tits. The two men sitting in front of her, also in masks, growled as they reached up, fingers twisting her nipples as she cooed and sank into their laps.
Yeah, the club was very good at distracting.
We strode into another room. In there, a thin girl with black hair was laid out over a chair, one man behind her with her dress pulled up to her hips, his tongue in her pussy as she moaned around the cock of the man standing in front of her.
“Jesus, shit got started early tonight,” Jace muttered.
“We did get here late.”
“Not that fucking late.”
Across the room, moans of pleasure drifted over to us as the man behind the thin dark-haired girl stood and sank every inch of his cock inside her glistening pussy. She redoubled her efforts on the man in front of her as a third man pulled his cock out, bringing her hand up to stroke him.
Yeah, welcome to the Triple Crown Club.
How do you even begin to describe the place? For starters, it existed in total secrecy — in myth really. If you were in the know, you knew. If you weren’t, you assumed it was an urban legend. Hell, it sounded like one, except it was very, very real.
The rules were simple — no names, no faces, no hesitations.
And you had to share.
The club was a place where royal elite — men like us — came to, well, share. It was a place where men of certain tastes came to act on those desires. To say it was a sex club wasn’t quite doing it justice. I mean, those existed, to be sure. Hell, men with money always had a place to go and fuck girls who were attracted to rich guys or at least their money.
This wasn’t that place.
In the Triple Crown Club, there was one theme persistent. Here, women were shared by three. The men who made up the members of this place all had one thing in mind — three men, one woman.
Three crowns, one beauty.
We shared.
That was the club. That was this place. The women who came here were invited — sometimes just to see what they thought, sometimes specifically by one group. They didn’t know the members were princes and other royalty, only that they were clearly rich and important. I’m sure there were some who put two and two together, what with the name. But it was never disclosed. After all, a place like this could have been political suicide for some men.
“Here.” Jace handed me a drink, which I sipped heavily.
Any other night, we’d be on the prowl. It’s why the three of us were members here — we shared. After all, Dean, Jace, and I had been close as brothers since we were kids. Our fathers had ruled Tam — our kingdom — as the royal council. It was a great situation, really. No one king to rule unilaterally. Instead, Tam had three kings. It made for diverse thoughts, and a way to check each other.
My father, Erol, had passed four years before. Yeah, that’d sucked. Hard. But it was a year ago that was a cruel blow to Tam. A year ago, almost to the day actually, had been the plane crash that took out both Dean and Jace’s fathers, leaving the three of us alone, and the kingdom with no kings.
Now the easy solution here would be for the three of us to ascend. After all, our fathers had been the council, and their fathers had been the council, and so on.
Us stepping up into the roles we were born for was an easy move.
Except it wasn’t.
There was one little thing that set us apart from our forefathers — Kings of Tam were family men. Kings of Tam had wives, and children. This wasn’t just a custom, this was actual law.
…And the three of us had spent our entire adult lives single.
The problem was, we’d reached an understanding a long time ago with each other. We were so close, and so alike in so many ways, that we’d ended up going after a lot of the same girls early on. Obviously, that caused problems, until we hit upon the solution. Why choose, when we could share?
So we did. Hell, we preferred it now. No drama, and we could all talk about how we felt with each other since we were all part of it. Now, it did make for interesting dates. A lot of women freaked, rightfully so. Some were into it. Actually, a lot of women were into it. Hell, three rich, good-looking guys who worked out and all wanted to put her first?
Yeah, not many complaints there.
But the type of girl who was into three men taking her at once usual wasn’t looking for more than a one-night wild story she could tell later when she was married and out drinking with her friends.
Ultimately, that's not what we were looking for. We wanted more than the one night. We’d done that, and it was empty.
So this was the issue with the three of us ascending to take control of our country. After years spent sharing women and looking for the unattainable, here we were — grown men, single, and with no real prospects for long term commitments.
Which meant no ruling Tam.
Our mood tonight was sour because the interim council had just voted on the six month process we’d gone through to amend the rules.
They’d voted not to. Not out of spite, but because the rules of Tam were revered. It took a lot to change one. And apparently, even doing so to continue the legacy of kings wasn’t going to fly.
Fuckers.
So, on another night without the mood we were in, we’d be into all of it — looking for distraction there that night, however meaningless. But the second we’d stepped in, we knew it wasn’t happening that night. Not with our mood.
Normally, we’d be looking for a women without a bracelet. At the club, a crown bracelet set apart those who were spoken for. That was sort of one of the hard rules of this place, and it was self-policed.
No jealousy.
No bullshit.
If someone was spoken for with a bracelet, it was hands fucking off. No questions, no exceptions. That was a quick way to get into some serious trouble and possibly even face excommunication from the club entirely, and no one wanted that.
But, we weren’t looking at bracelets that night though. Or woman. Just drinks.
Across the room, a dress dropped to the ground, a girl sank to her knees as the three men in tuxes around her pulled their rapidly thickening cocks out. She moaned, taking one in her mouth as she stroked the other two.