Their Virgin Princess, Masters of Menage, Book 4
By: Lexi Blake | Other books by Lexi Blake
Shayla Black | Other books by Shayla Black
Published By: Virgin Series
Published: Jan 21, 2013
ISBN # 9781939673008
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Their Virgin Princess, Masters of Menage, Book 4 (Masters of Menage) by Lexi Blake, Shayla Black - Romance>Multiple Partners eBook
Alea Binte al Mussad, Princess of Bezakistan, was abducted from her university, mentally tortured and forced to witness the worst of humanity. She was rescued, but not before fear and her shattered soul made her retreat into herself. Two years later, she’s living behind the palace’s locked gates and the walls she’s built surrounding her heart. Alea is comforted by the joyous family around her, but inside feels so alone—except when she’s with the steady trio of guards who relentlessly keep her safe. And tempt her with a passion she isn’t sure she’ll survive.
Three stalwart warriors determined to claim her…
Dane Mitchell, Cooper Evans, and Landon Nix wanted Alea from the moment they laid eyes on her. Held back by their duty and her fragility, they worship the Princess from afar, determined to claim her if the chance ever comes. When Alea learns that someone may still be hunting her, she plots to escape both danger and her guards’ simmering, overwhelming passion. Dane, Coop, and Lan aren’t about to let her go. When they find themselves in paradise and all boundaries are stripped away, the ice begins to melt around Alea’s heart. But when reality comes crashing in, will she learn to accept love before a killer strikes again?
“No,” she nearly shouted. “I need time away from everything that distracts and confuses me. That definitely includes you three.”
“Does it now?” he asked, his voice going dangerously low.
He didn’t touch her, but she could feel the heat of his body reaching her, wrapping around her. He was so close. Like Cooper had been close the night before. Alea took a long breath, trying to calm herself, but what she got was a nose full of the delicious, masculine scent of soap and something else uniquely Dane.
“Answer me, Alea. Do you really want to be away from us? Because I think you’re lying. I can see your nipples. They’re hard.”
Damn it, she should have worn a sweater. She crossed her arms over her chest. “It’s because I’m mad. They’re not aroused nipples. They’re angry nipples.”
“I’m going to teach you not to lie, Alea. Those are lonely nipples. Those are aching nipples. Do you want to know what I’ve got planned for them?” His voice had gone husky.
A hot denial sprung up inside her, settling between her legs, and she wondered if she was fending him off or just baiting the bear. “You’re my guards. You’re supposed to keep my body safe, not touch me. No, wait. You aren’t my guards. I’m firing you right now. You can’t talk to me like that.”
“We are your guards, according to Tal. He signs our paychecks. And I’m going to talk to you this way a lot from now on. We’re not going to let you dismiss us anymore. There’s something between all of us. Chemistry like this doesn’t happen often, and I’ll be damned if I let you keep shoving that aside just because you’re too scared to see where it leads, Princess.” Dane’s voice sizzled over her skin, an unavoidable reminder of the heat scorching through her.
“He’s right. I’ve never felt anything like this.” Landon was suddenly behind her, his voice a hot whisper on the nape of her neck. “I can’t just walk away from it. I want to be around you. With you. Inside you. I want you to work with us to make this whole thing good.”
Alea stifled a moan bubbling in her throat at the feel of them so close. “There’s no ‘thing.’”
She’d meant for that statement to come out in a firm voice, but it just sounded breathy and sensual. They weren’t touching her, but for the first time, she wanted them to. She’d lost it last night when Coop had grabbed her just before… But what if he hadn’t? What if she’d kept her head? What if they took everything really slowly? Maybe she wasn’t totally broken and her body could actually respond if they told her what they planned to do, prepared her mentally first. Maybe.
“There’s more than a little something between us, baby,” Coop said, sitting up now, his previous laziness shoved aside. “It’s real, and we’ve all been dodging it. I’m done with that.”
“I am, too.” Dane’s words sounded like a vow. “So now I’m going to tell you exactly what I want to do.”
The desire shimmering from those blue eyes made something in her belly jump and tighten. If what he had to say was half as hot as his face suggested, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. “Don’t. Please. I’ll sit back down.”
“Ah, we’re back to bargaining.” Dane’s hair was just the slightest bit shaggy, and she loved the way it curled around his ears as he looked down at her. “I think we have another couple of minutes before takeoff, so I’ll elaborate. First, I want to look at your breasts, Alea. I want you to take your shirt off and show them to me. I want you to cup them with your hands and offer them up.”
She shook her head even as the heat inside her surged. “I can’t do that.”
“He’ll tell you how beautiful they are,” Landon continued. “We all will. We’ll sit and watch them for a minute because none of us will be able to take our eyes off you and your gorgeous, full breasts.”
“They aren’t. They’re small.” Why was she talking about herself? She should be shoving them away and firming up boundaries. But no, she was standing there and arguing over the size of her breasts. And practically feeling Dane’s hands on her, even though he wasn’t touching her.
“No. They’re the perfect size, baby. They’ll fit right in the palm of my hand. I don’t think I’ve ever seen breasts as beautiful as yours. Tell me something, Princess. Did Cooper get his mouth on those nipples last night?”
She shivered, remembering everywhere Cooper had put his mouth. “No.”
“I barely touched her breasts. I just ate that pussy like it was the tastiest treat I’ve ever had.” Cooper edged closer to her. “You tasted so good, baby. I’ve had a hard-on ever since, and no amount of masturbation satisfies my cock. I want you.”
The idea of Cooper touching himself while he thought of her sent another wave of arousal through Alea. She actually wanted to touch him, to see and feel him all over. Their words were turning her into a woman she didn’t know, one who ached to do and feel everything they murmured in her ear. Would they let her explore without asking for anything in return? Likely not. Men seemed geared to take from women. These three had proven they could be polite and kind, but she was sure in the bedroom, Dane, Lan, and Coop would be like other men.
But…what if, like Coop’s mouth on her, that could actually feel good?
“I want to suck your nipples, Alea.” Lan’s voice was softer than she could ever remember. “I’ll be so gentle. I’ll lick, play, and kiss on them until you forget there was a time when they weren’t in my mouth.”
“He’s got a breast obsession,” Dane admitted with a chuckle. “Now, as for me, I really want to touch your ass. God, Alea, do you know what that round ass does to me?”
She tried to back away, but only bumped into Landon. “Now I know you’re joking. My ass is huge.”
Instantly, Dane tensed. Cooper shot a placating stare to his pal. “No. Go easy on her, man.”
Dane’s jaw tightened. “We’re going to establish a few rules, baby, some for your protection, some for our sanity. Rule number one, you don’t ever talk badly about yourself.”
Why did what she thought or said about her ass matter? No clue. In fact, she couldn’t think about anything except the fact that they still loomed so close—and seemed to be moving in. “I am going to talk to Tal. You can’t treat me like this.”
“Poor baby. Who do you think gave us his stamp of approval?” Dane leaned closer until his lips were almost touching hers.
She tried to move, but Landon wasn’t willing to let her retreat from them. The minute she backed up, something thick and hard poked at her bottom. His erection. That didn’t scare her the way it should. Still she tried to move forward. When she did, another erection poked at her belly. Dane. Her knees went weak.
“Sorry, Princess.” Dane didn’t sound sorry at all. “I’m afraid that’s my permanent state around you, and I just don’t have the inclination to masturbate like Coop there.”
“God, you smell so good.” Landon groaned against her neck.
“Are you sniffing my hair?” She brushed it in front of her shoulders, away from Lan’s nose. What rabbit hole had she fallen down?
“That’s not all he’s smelling, Princess,” Dane replied. “I know because I smell it, too. If you’re going to tell me your pussy is angry like your nipples, I’m going to call bullshit. You’re aroused. Do you want me to take care of that for you? Cooper didn’t quite make it. I promise you we won’t have that problem this time. I’ll touch that pussy until you find heaven. We’ll go so slow, and you’ll be in charge—for now. We’ll only do this your way and for your pleasure until you can handle more.”
“Come on, Lea,” Lan groaned in her ear. He wasn’t pressing his erection into her, but it was big enough that she couldn’t miss it. “Let us taste your pussy. I’ll be so gentle. I’ll just lick and love it until you come all over my mouth. I want that so bad. I want to touch you, but I won’t until you’re comfortable with it. Just my mouth and your sweet pussy. Don’t you want to come? Don’t you want to feel good?”
Landon’s words were drugging her, pulling her into a place where all she wanted to say to him was yes.
“Such a pretty flush on your cheeks,” Cooper murmured. “We’d persuade you to pull up your skirt. We’d take off your panties and have you sit back in one of those big chairs. We would spread your legs wide and take turns eating at your pussy. I’m dying to get my mouth on you again.”
Now that she’d opened herself up to the possibility of pleasure, Alea could see that vision so clearly in her head. And heat pulsed between her legs. Landon and Cooper would jostle for position between her legs. Their tongues would run all over her, and she would find that magical moment other women talked about. And Dane. She would do what he demanded. She would lift her shirt and unhook her bra and let his lips and teeth touch her not-so-angry nipples.
That all sounded…fantastic. Sexy. Maybe she could do it. Maybe she could have them.