Page 114 of American Queen (New Camelot Trilogy 1)
Lost.
And then both men begin moving, going slow to find the rhythm that suits us all best, because of course it's not about finding the best way for two people, but for three, and then they find it, that perfect tempo, their two cocks rubbing together inside my pussy the same way they rubbed together inside Ash's fist earlier tonight. Underneath me, I feel the way their sacks press and rub against each other's, the tangle of my legs with theirs, the slippery wet way our skin moves against each other's—so wet I know we might have to call housekeeping for new sheets after this is all done.
I'm shaking now, shaking from fullness, shaking from endorphins and adrenaline, and I feel feverish—hot and cold and sweaty and covered in goose bumps, and the men are the same way, just long, lean expanses of sweaty, shivering muscles, and when Ash finds my hand and drags it to his mouth to kiss my wedding ring, I know it's almost all over for me. I know that the feverish pleasure is about to surge past every lingering ache and doubt and drown me as I lie.
"Ash," Embry groans. "God, Ash, your cock. And she's so tight, Jesus fuck, so fucking tight…"
"I know," Ash grunts, shoving into me, sweat dripping from his face. "Believe me, I know."
"I'm—" I can't find my breath or my words or my thoughts, all there is inside me is the wave, the shuddering, tangy, metallic threat of an orgasm too strong to withstand.
"I know, princess," Ash says. "We'll follow you. Be brave and go first, and we'll follow you."
I want to respond, I should respond, but I can't because I don't exist any longer. I'm nothing but electricity and chemicals and fuel, I'm nothing but a barely held together collection of molecules about to fly apart. Embry is sweating and desperate behind me, Ash all forceful grace and strength in front, and then both of them shove up at the same time, both perfect, flared tips kissing against my womb at the same time, and once again I'm being split apart like an atom, once again I burn down the world, but this time when I cry out, it's from pure, helpless joy, it's from pleasure and love and perfection and eternity and marriage, this very real marriage happening between the three of us.
They keep their word and they follow me, Embry first with a series of grunts that send my bones vibrating with an aftershock orgasm, and Ash with a pant and a moan that hits me square in the chest, cracking my ribs and puncturing my heart with the heavenly music of it. They keep fucking through their orgasms, masculine grunts and curse words as their semen spills inside of me, as everything inside of me is slippery and warm and intimate.
Minutes pass, minutes where it's just the rain and the pounding of our pulses, and everything is wet and sticky but we just can't bear to unspool this moment, to pull apart what we've just shared, to separate what we've just joined together.
I stare up into Ash's eyes, which are clearer and happier than I've ever seen them, and then I start laughing, not because there's anything funny, but because I'm so happy that I’ll cry if I don’t laugh, except I've already started to cry again too.
My laughing forces both softening cocks to slip out and Embry groans, but he's laughing too, and Ash joins in as warmth spills out of me.
"We need a shower," I say in between laughs.
"We need a nap," Embry says, rolling onto his back and yawning boyishly.
"Shower first," Ash insists. "Our poor princess needs a little aftercare."
Except that once we get into the shower, the aftercare somehow turns into more sex, Ash and Embry together, and then me and Embry, and then the three of us again, and Ash makes me swallow double the recommended dose of Advil for my poor cunt before we strip the bed of the ruined sheets and curl up together on the bare mattress, my prince on one side of me, and my king on the other.
Embry falls asleep immediately, and I turn to face Ash, who's blinking slowly and worshipfully at me. "Happy getting married day," I tell him.
"Happy getting married day," he says back.
"What happens next?" I ask, knowing he has to be sick of that question from me, but he just smiles.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," he grins.
"I don't know why I ask…you always say you don't know."
"Except I do know this time." Ash wraps his arms around both me and the sleeping Embry, gathering us close to him. I press my face against his neck and hear the gentle rumble of his throat as he speaks. "What happens next is we all live happily ever after."
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I wake up sore, sweaty, and happy.
Embry has flopped over onto his stomach, one leg bent, snoring loudly, and Ash is still wrapped around me, although his arms are slack and he’s hooked a leg around the cover to cool off. His breathing is even and steady, and I know if I could see his face in the dark, it would be that rare expression of vulnerability that squeezes my chest every time I see it.
I blink in the dark for a few minutes, content and safe and transformed. I feel like a different person. A realer person. Like a fairy tale princess awakened from slumber. But this fairy tale also comes with an aching pussy and a powerful thirst, so I carefully wriggle out of bed to go find some more Advil and a glass of water.
It’s only been a couple of hours since we collapsed onto the bed, and it’s a deep dark outside the windows, even with the city glowing around us. Plenty of time to snuggle back in, I think as I use the restroom and swallow the pills. A perfect way to end a perfect night.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and since I’m up, I go check it.
Abilene: I know it’s the middle of the nite but I need to talk. can u come down to the lobby? It’s important.
I’m already grabbing my robe and putting it on, searching for hotel slippers to go with it.
