Chapter 65

Chapter

Sixty-Five

ALYX

I stride through my bedchamber and towards the sitting room, my simple but elegant skirts swishing around my legs as I walk. Today I fancied a change from the stifling dresses I usually wear, and I am in a pale blue skirt and formfitting jacket. A white blouse with frilly cuffs and collar completes the outfit. My fiery hair is pulled back, half up, and a glittering tiara rests atop my head.

“Alyx, stop,” Orion demands from behind me, and I jerk to a stop as his hand catches my wrist, halting my movements.

I immediately scan the area for any threats. With Queen Mother locked away, the assassination attempts should stop, but you can never be too careful. Plus, there was something about his voice that put me on edge. Assured that there is no one in my quarters but us, I let my eyes roam over his face, only to wince as I take in his expression.

I am in trouble.

His shoulders are set, and his jaw is tightly clamped together as he stares down at me. He is angry, but there is something else I cannot quite figure out, which is unusual. I am always able to read Orion. Pulling my wrist from his grip, I hold up both hands in surrender. “Whatever I have done, I?—”

He cuts me off by stepping closer, causing me to bump up against the wall. “You were going to leave without saying anything.”

Ah, that’s what this is all about. It has been two days since the showdown with Queen Mother, and I was wondering if Orion was going to say anything about what happened afterwards. Joha was always going to tell him what happened, and I knew Orion would not take it well. He must have spent the last couple of days stewing on it and has finally decided to confront me.

Keeping my expression open, I allow him to see the truth in my eyes. “I knew you would stop me.”

“Yes, I would have, and if you had left, I would have dragged you back,” he snaps, tilting his head to one side like a predator eyeing up his prey. “You were going to leave us.”

The hurt and accusation in his voice almost breaks me. “Because I had completed my part of the—” My explanation is quickly cut off.

“Those excuses do not wash with me. Joha told me what you said to him, about not wanting to hurt him and his duty.” Anger flashes in his eyes, and darkness hovers over him. “You cannot leave us, ever.” He steps closer, his body now pressing against mine as he pins me against the wall, caging me in.

I could easily escape if I wanted to, but this dominant side of him always gets me worked up. My lips turn up in a taunting smile as I feel his hard cock through his trousers.

His eyes gleam and his lips twitch for a moment before returning to a stern expression. “Do you understand?”

“I am not sure. You might have to explain it to me in more detail,” I tease, pressing my hands against his chest to feel his muscles moving beneath my fingers. I fucking love how strong Orion is and how firm he feels when I touch him, and I am not just talking about his cock.

He stares at me for a moment, desire fighting with his anger before the first wins.

His hand slips under the waistband of my skirt and cups me through my underwear. He growls as he feels the wetness that waits for him there, then he rubs his fingers over my slick folds. Gasping at the sensation, I lean my head back against the wall. It feels so good, and he’s not even fully touching me yet. As though hearing my thoughts, he roughly pulls my underwear to one side, his large hand covering me. He coats his finger in my arousal before plunging it deep inside my cunt.

I cry out at the sensation, the abrupt roughness of the action making my back arch and my nails dig into his chest. It hurts but in the best way, and I fucking love it.

His head lowers to mine. He swallows each jagged breath I release as he pushes a second thick finger inside me, curling them as he pumps into me with a ferocity that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“You. Are. Mine,” he grunts with each brutal thrust of his fingers. “Is that clear enough for you?”

I am his, and he is mine, whether that be as betrothed, queen, or assassin.

I’m close to coming. My breath is coming in ragged pants as I rock my hips into his touch, holding onto Orion’s shirt for dear life.

The door pushes open, and Joha steps into the room. “Good morning, betrothed. Are you ready to . . .” He doesn’t see us at first, but when he does, he trails off, his eyes locked on where Orion’s hand is buried below my skirt.

“Your Majesty,” Orion greets formally, dipping his head in a practiced greeting, his hand still moving between my legs.

I am still pinned to the wall, my cheeks red and my body aching with need. I whine as my orgasm fades away. “My king,” I greet with a mocking grin as I spread my legs wider when Orion stills. I hope he’ll carry on and finish what we started.

There is an awkward moment as none of us move, not sure what the protocol is here. I desperately want them both, my pussy clenching tightly at the thought. I know that Orion is going to defer to the king though. I am actually surprised he hasn’t already stepped away and apologised. The three of them have spoken about all wanting to be in my life romantically, but have they discussed sharing me sexually?

Thankfully, Joha does not keep us hanging, glancing at me with a smug smile on his face. “Please, do not stop on my account. This seems important.”

Orion hesitates, glancing between Joha and me as though waiting for one of us to say that we are joking before we make him wait outside.

“You better not keep the king waiting,” I croak out, my voice tight with desperation as I lick my dry lips.

This seems to snap him out of his trance, his fingers moving inside me again. He’s holding back, though, his movements slower and more careful as he claims my lips. We kiss deeply, fully aware of our audience, and I wonder when he is going to finger fuck me like before. It is what I want—no, it is what I need.

Biting down on his lip hard enough to draw a growl from him, I dig my fingers into his chest. “More.”

This seems to snap his control, and he slams his fingers in me as I cry out, loving the feeling of him stretching me. With Joha watching every moment as his best friend pleasures me, it is not long before I am on the brink of orgasm once more. Orion must feel it, as he slides another finger into me, pushing me over the edge.

I do not bother to hold back my cry of pleasure as the orgasm slams through me, making me shudder with each pulse of my cunt clamping down on Orion’s fingers.

“Good girl. Next time you try to leave, I won’t let you come,” he grumbles, his eyes sparkling. He knows the effect those words have on me. Pulling his fingers from me, he lifts them to his mouth and sucks off my arousal.

All I can do is lean against the wall as I attempt to catch my breath and recover from that earth-shattering orgasm. I reach up and start to unbutton my jacket and blouse, watching as Orion silently strips too. A silent message passes between us. We aren’t going to stop, and we aren’t going back. There is no going back. We want each other, so despite the fact that our king is here, we will not hide.

The two of us are naked, precum glistening on the head of his cock. The only thing left to remove is the tiara resting on my head. As I reach for it, there is a movement out of the corner of my eye, stopping my action.

“No, keep the crown on.”

Joha’s sharp command makes me shudder in pleasure, and I smile as I hold my head high, the jewels glistening in the light. Orion finally steps back, his possessive stare on me the entire time, and I am able to see Joha.

He takes up residence in the high-backed armchair in the corner of my room, looking like a king on his throne. My skin erupts with goosebumps, all the hair on my arms standing on end as I stare at his magnificence. He truly was born to lead, and now he’s actually been given the chance, he is rising to the challenge.

Joha watches me with a hunger that lights a fire inside me once more. I do not know what awaits us in the future or how much longer we will all be together, so I am going to make the absolute most of the time I do have.

I take an involuntary step towards Joha, unable to resist him, and Orion’s warm body slips in behind mine, his heat radiating against me despite the fact we’re not touching. “Go to your king,” Orion orders in a low, quiet voice that leaves no room for argument.

I spare Orion a heated look over my shoulder before I turn back to our king. I walk over to Joha, swaying my hips more than I need to and drinking in the way he watches my every movement. His eyes catch on my breasts, my nipples hard and desperate for his attention.

I hear heavy footsteps, Orion’s presence quiet and strong behind me until his voice breaches the silence. “On your knees before your king.”

With eyes on Joha, I follow my orders and don’t stop until I am before him. Lowering to my knees in the open gap between his thighs, I smile up at him coyly as I wait for his next move. It does not take long for him to lean towards me, spreading his legs wider to give me space, and then he pulls me up against him. It’s an awkward position, but we make it work, our lips locked together as his hands explore my body. His fingers tweak my nipples, and I gasp into his mouth, resting my hands against his chest to stop myself from losing balance.

When I am steady against him, I shift one of my hands and drag it up his leg teasingly until I am at the apex of his thighs, and I find exactly what I am looking for. His cock is hard and straining against his clothes, as though trying to get to me. Just seeing how much he desires me makes me want him all the more.

Pulling back from our kiss, I grin at him as I undo the laces of his trousers, swiping my tongue over my lower lip as his cock springs free. Wrapping my hand around his length, I watch him with amused pleasure as he groans. I love the effect I have on him, on all three of the men in my life.

“My king, do you want me to serve you?” I purr, and his eyes blow with desire, his head jerking rapidly as he watches me.

I hear Orion drop to his knees, yet he does not do anything but watch as I run my hand over Joha’s cock. I shuffle back a little and lean forward, running my tongue along his hard length. My hand squeezes the base the whole time, and when I am sure he is ready, I take him into my mouth. Giving a few shallow sucks, I savour his groan of pleasure. I relax my throat and take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks to add to the pleasure.

Behind me, I feel Orion lining himself up, the hot press of his cock stretching my entrance. Excitement flares through me as I realise the two of them are going to fuck me at the same time. I have dreamed about this, yet I was never sure it would happen for real, the possessive nature of my guys potentially being too much. It looks like I was wrong.

Orion rubs his cock across my cunt, bumping my clit with each roll of his hips, arousing me all the more and making sure I am ready before returning it to my entrance. The pure size of his cock could be damaging if I was not prepared for him, which is why he was so thorough when he finger fucked me. It will still hurt, but I cannot fucking wait. I bob on Joha’s cock, getting into a rhythm, my eyes locked on my king as Orion starts to push inside my wet heat. His invading length stretches me deliciously, making me groan, but I don’t stop sucking, my hum vibrating down Joha’s length.

Snarling, Orion rocks inside me before growing impatient, and with one smooth movement, he plunges to the hilt, not giving me a chance to adjust. He is being careful not to hurt me in the process, but he’s big, and the sting makes me clench around him even as I moan on Joha’s cock. Pulling from my clinging cunt, Orion slams back into me, causing small noises to escape me from the force. His hand wraps around my hair, pulling my head back, and in doing so, he gains control of my actions. He directs me on how to pleasure his king as he pounds into me, my mouth sliding down on Joha’s cock, and when he pulls out, I’m pulled back. My careful control is stripped back, allowing me to enjoy the feeling.

“That’s it, look at his eyes, Alyx. See what you do to your king.” My eyes roll up to meet Joha’s, even as tears escape from the force of being used. I see what he means—the obsession, the hunger. It’s stark and raw. “He loves seeing his betrothed being used like this. He enjoys watching as we share you, doesn’t he?”

Orion’s gruff, dirty voice fills the air, making me moan, and Joha’s eyes slide to him for a moment before they drop to our joined bodies. The fire only grows as he watches me get fucked by his best friend and guard.

Oh yes, our king likes watching me get fucked, and that only heightens my pleasure as I push back, demanding more.

It is so fucking intense. Orion delivers punishing blows, forcing me to take more of Joha’s cock into my throat, yet I know he would not let anything happen to me. He would never give me more than I could handle.

Joha is practically quaking beneath me, and I dig my nails into his thighs to hold on, knowing it will leave marks. If I could smirk right now, I would. I could bring this man to his knees, I can make him weak, and that thought is heady.

I’m his, but he’s all mine.

“Our good, proper king loves watching his assassin being fucked,” Orion snarls, fighting my cunt as he speeds up. “Don’t you, my king? You act innocent and regal while sitting on your throne, but how many times have you imagined bending her over it? I know I have.”

“Alyx,” Joha groans, lifting his hips to bury himself deeper in my throat, his jaw grinding. “He’s right. You look beautiful on your knees for me with him deep inside you. So beautiful—I—oh gods!”

He suddenly stiffens, thrusting into my mouth and calling my name as he comes down my throat. I swallow the salty taste of him, licking every drop clean from his cock before I rest my head on his thigh and smile up at him. He’s watching me with pleasure-hooded eyes, an adoring smile curling his lips as he reaches down and strokes my hot cheeks.

“So beautiful and all ours.” He lifts his head, his eyes meeting Orion’s. “Now, my guard, make our girl come for your king to see.”

“Yes, my king,” Orion mocks as he presses my head deeper into our king’s lap and tilts my ass higher into the air.

Now that I’m all Orion’s, he decides to take it up a notch. He no longer has to worry about choking me, so he pounds into me, straddling the line between pleasure and pain. I moan as I grip onto Joha’s knees and hold on. With each thrust, he bumps against my G-spot, the size of him stretching me to my limit. I wish I could freeze this moment and relive it whenever I pleased, remembering the love I felt in their every movement.

It doesn’t take long, his sharp thrusts bringing me to a frenzy. I try to say something, to warn him that I’m about to come, but I find myself at a loss for words. Each thrust gets faster, harder, losing finesse as he chases his own end. All of a sudden, my orgasm rips through me, just as rough and explosive as the act itself. I have to bite down on my scream, holding back my noises of pleasure. The last thing I want is my guards running in. They have probably been able to hear much of what we were doing anyway, but a scream is something they could not ignore, especially knowing the king is in here too.

Pleasure rips through me so fiercely that my vision goes white, and I have to simply hold on and ride out the sensations until my vision returns. Orion roars behind me, his movements faltering as he gives one last punishing thrust. He pulses within me, and although I can now see, that does nothing to dim the second round of pleasure, my pussy milking him dry.

Once the orgasm releases us from its grip, Orion pulls out from my greedy cunt and gently helps me into a sitting position on the floor, almost falling to the ground next to me. He looks exhausted but happy, and I glance up at Joha to find him watching the two of us with a smile.

“Well,” he drawls, “this was not what I was expecting when I came to your rooms earlier.”

“You have to admit it was a nice distraction though.” I grin up at him, my hand rubbing his knee affectionately. As I move, I realise how sticky and sweaty I am now. “Ugh, I am going to need a shower before we do anything else.”

Orion stirs beside me, pulling my chin up and pressing a kiss against my lips. “That is something we can arrange.” Without saying another word, he pulls me against his chest and stands, cradling me against him. I laugh in surprise, but I do not struggle, because I know he would never drop me.

He carries me to the bathroom, and over my shoulder, I watch as Joha stands and sheds the rest of his clothing, following us with a grin.