Page 46 of Princes of Sin
Lachlan glares at him, and I stand up to put the used tissues in the bin. “Right. I’m going to put these in the rubbish, and then we’ll head out. No more violence,” I warn, pointing at Otto and then Lachlan.
“I like it when she’s bossy,” Otto mumbles when I walk into the kitchen.
An hour later, we’re all headed to an abandoned barn with Alex at the wheel of a dark grey Range Rover. I assume it’s his car considering there are no registration plates, which means it’s owned by the royal family. I’ve snagged the passenger seat–something I won easily due to Otto and Lachlan grumbling ‘thank yous’ to me the entire way to the car.
It’s quite funny to see the three men squeeze in the back seats of the car, though–and it’s a short drive.
“So, is anyone going to tell me what I missed?” Alex asks as he turns onto a winding country road.
I can’t help but admire his outfit—a black tux that fits him all too well. I can only assume he’s used to having suits tailored tofit his body. His hair is combed back and his scruff is neat and trim.
“Lachlan fancies Astern, Astern fancies Otto, and Otto fancies AsternandLachlan,” Max muses.
“Hmm,” Alex says, looking serious and contemplative. “I suppose I should mention that I fancy all of you.”
An ache of pleasure fills me at his words, and I realize this is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Fuck,” Lachlan grumbles, looking out of the window.
“Oh, and I forgot to mention that Lachlan, Max, Astern, and I all shared an incredible night together before we knew who she was, so don’t let Lachlan’s grumpy demeanor fool you,” Otto adds.
Alex laughs and looks over at me. “That explains a lot. What in god’s name have I walked into?”
“Don’t pretend like you’re innocent,” Otto adds, placing a hand on Alex’s seat.
Alex doesn’t say anything, but I don’t miss the way his jaw feathers. “Wait…” I say slowly, trailing off.
“Smart girl,” Otto praises, his hand coming to the back of my arm. “Prince Alexander and I have quite the history. One night when we were both eighteen, he rocked my world and fucked me like I’ve never been fucked before–”
“Otto,” Alex growls.
I can’t suppress my squeak of laughter. “Oh my god, I need to know more.”
“Well, we were both born royals, so we attended a lot of boring, stuffy state dinners together. Alexander here used to eye fuck me all throughout dinner and edge me until my cock was hard enough to slice through ice. We had fun for a bit, but then he got a girlfriend and stopped being fun.”
“So, you’re both bi?” Lachlan asks.
Otto scoffs. “I do not place labels on my sexuality. If anything, I’m pansexual. I am attracted to people, not genders.”
“Same,” Alex admits, his hands gripping the wheel.
“And you?” Lachlan asks Max.
“I’m more heteroflexible. I’m not attracted to men, but I don’t mind sharing women with other men,” Max answers.
Lachlan is quiet as he considers Max’s answer. “Interesting,” is all he says.
The rest of the drive is quiet, and as everyone exits the car, I tug on Alex’s arm to pull him back.
“I didn’t know about you and Otto,” I tell him.
Alex shrugs. “It was a long time ago.”
“So you don’t still…” I trail off.
Alex presses his lips together before they twist to the side. “I didn’t say that. This is certainly going to be an interesting six months.”
I laugh. “That’s an understatement.”
