She’d been nothing we were looking for, and everything we wanted, before we even knew we wanted it.
I knew we could all still taste her on our lips, and feel the warmth of her body under our fingertips.
We wanted more. We had to have more. But Anya was out of our lives and beyond our reach.
And maybe that was for the best.
We were still in the study, finishing a last drink an hour later, when Killian went still, glaring at his phone.
“Guys.”
Dean looked up from his own quiet scowling.
“What?”
Killian nodded at his phone.
“Brian just texted me.”
Brian was our driver.
I frowned, immediately thinking of Anya.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah…” his voice trailed off.
I arched a brow, glaring at him. “And? She get home okay?”
He nodded, his eyes going wide.
“Jesus fuck, Killian,” Dean hissed. “What the fuck are you—”
“She got home to the royal palace of Berne, okay.”
We froze.
What.
“‘Home’ was King Lorne’s fucking palace; he just dropped her at the front gates.”
We glanced at each other, blood roaring in our ears.
Who the hell was this girl?
Chapter 6
Anya
I barely made it to my bed back at the palace. My whole body was on fire as I slammed the door to my quarters and and fell onto my bed, hands pulling my dress up high as I skimmed them up my thighs.
I moaned as my fingers found my soaked panties, dragging over my seam through the sticky cotton and whimpering into my pillow.
It was so wrong, but oh my God, the thought of having three men all at once had my whole body aching for release. It’d never been a fantasy of mine — not that I’d been against it — it just wasn’t a fantasy I’d explored. Sure, I’d maybe had nights alone where I felt especially dirty, thinking about two men.
But three?
My fingers pushed beneath the edges of my panties, and I moaned, thinking of the women I’d seen at the club — women pressed hotly between multiple men, shuddering in pleasure as six hands, three mouths, and three cocks pushed them past anything they’d ever known.
But in my fantasy, it was me.
Me and them — my nameless, gorgeous, amazing strangers.
Walking into that room had gone from terrifying to just… perfect. I’d felt safe with them — protected. Like I was meant to find them there.
And those kisses… God.
I gasped as my fingers slid through my slick pussy, rubbing over my hard little clit and sending heat through my body.
That place had been insane, but there in that room with them, everything had been perfection. Kissing them had been insane, and yet perfect. They’d each been different, but all of them had poured so much of them into those kisses that I’d drowned in them.
And I wanted more.
Two fingers curled easily inside, and I cried out as I began to grind my palm against my clit. My slick juices coated my hand, soaking my panties until they clung to me as my fingers pumped inside.
I imagined what would have happened if I’d stayed in that room. I pictured letting them pull my dress off. I imagined their tongues sliding over me, pushing between my legs. I imagined hands grabbing me hard and making me bend over for them — taking turns, and then all at once, making me theirs.
I was lost in a fantasy world of three mouths, six hands, and three big, hard….
I turned and buried the scream into my pillow as the orgasm tore through me. My whole body sizzled, my pussy clenching tight on my fingers as in my fantasy, my three gorgeous strangers made me come.
For them.
After, I lay panting, my mind spinning and my body still on fire at the thought of them claiming me like that.
Well, I certainly had a story now. A dark, forbidden story about my one night at a sex club where I kissed three gorgeous amazing men.
But that’s all it would be — a story for later. Maybe for when I’d had one drink too many and blurted the whole thing out to Adele to make her blush.
Because after all, I was never going back there, and never seeing them again.
Right?
Another day, another royal affair. The next day, it was an unveiling ceremony honoring fallen soldiers. Berne had sent a fair number of marines to the conflict in the middle east, and the monument was truly both awe-inspiring and emotional.
“Hey, are you okay?”
It was after Adele’s own moving speech, and we were back in the backstage area of the event. She frowned as she looked at me, but I waved her off.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. You just gave a pretty emotional speech.”
She shrugged, and she was starting to look away when she glanced back at me.
“Nah, I’m not buying that. You never listen to my speeches.”
“I do too!”
She rolled her eyes.
“You never texted me last night.”
I knew I couldn’t meet her eyes, so I looked everywhere but her face.
“Sorry, late night and then I just came back to the palace and crashed.”
“Late night, fun night?”
I grinned. “You trying to live vicariously through me again?”
“Um, yes. Always.”
I laughed. “It was nothing.”
“So, details please?”
“Nope.”
“Oh come on!”
I groaned. “Okay, fine, I went to a club thing with these two guys I met last night.”
Hey, it wasn’t a lie.
Adele made a dramatic “oooooo-ing” sound, arching her brows.
“No, opposite. They were total creeps.”
Also not a lie.
Adele frowned. “Sorry. Total bust of a night?”
I didn’t answer, because I was thinking of them — my strangers from the strange club.
“Um, you’re lying.”
I looked up quickly. “What?”
My friend was grinning.
“You’re totally blushing, which means something happened that you’re not telling me about.”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are. I know your tells.”
“Well, fine, whatever.”
Adele looked at me gleefully.
“Did you go home with anyone?”
“What? No! Just kissed—”
I froze.
Shit.
“Oh reeeaally!?” Adele cracked up, her jaw dropping. “And how was that?”
Now I knew I was blushing as I felt my whole face get hot.
“Fine, whatever,” I said, nudging her forward. “C’mon we’re going to be late to get back out there for your dad’s speech.”
She sighed. “I’m going to demand details later.”
“Demand away, Princess, I’m not saying a thing.”
She laughed. “Fine.”
The rest of the ceremony passed smoothly. King Lorne’s speech was a crowd pleaser, the royal guard did a military exercise, and a semi-famous pop singer sang the national anthem of Berne.
And everything was about to end just fine. In fact, if the tubby cameraman from Channel 9 News hadn’t moved, I may have gone on with my life with the night before being just what I’d assumed it would be — a fun, crazy memory.
But then, a few things happened.
The cameraman turned, and the sun glinting off his camera lens pulled my attention that way. Roughly half a second later, he moved. A quarter second after that my focus, and my breath caught.
Immediately after that, the whole world froze.
It was them.