turns his attention back to me. Then the next thing I know, the prince is dropping to his knees before me. “May I taste now?” he asks.
Wow. I nod my head slowly, a little confused over everything that’s happening at the moment. He taps his shoulder to indicate I should place my leg over it, and I do so. He runs his nose against my slit, which makes my eyes close, and then I feel the first sweep of his tongue against my slit.
Holy hell. The prince is eating me out.
How in the hell is this happening?
Oh, God, he’s good. So damn good.
Greyson moves to me now. His thick fingers take the thin strap of my dress and slide it over my shoulder, exposing my breast. The cold night air puckers my nipple as the breeze blows over it. Greyson then bends and takes it into his mouth. His tongue rolls around the outside of my nipple before his teeth bite down sharply against the sensitive skin just as the prince sucks hard on my clit.
Stars begin to take shape in front of me.
The stimulation is all too much.
Especially when the prince adds a finger inside of me.
Greyson’s hand plucks my other nipple, and I cascade over the edge as I try and hold in my orgasm, but in reality, I want to scream it out for the entire garden to hear.
Slowly Greyson stops what he’s doing to my nipples, and the prince removes himself from underneath my dress. He stands and offers his wet finger to Greyson, who sucks it into his mouth.
This is like watching live porn.
I bite my lip while the sensual act is playing out in front of me.
Then Greyson moves forward and licks my wetness off of the prince’s face. Seriously, I could come again if they keep that up. Then they both turn to me. The heat is radiating off them both.
Stepping forward, feeling confident, I reach out and rub my hand along the straining material of the prince’s tuxedo, and I do the same to Greyson. Then, I raise a brow at both of them.
“Are you offering something, sweetheart?” Greyson asks.
“I’m offering to reciprocate. Yes.” Looking between them, the is need building as sexual tensions swirl around us. Then someone’s cell phone buzzes in their pocket.
Greyson digs into his back pocket and pulls it out, then he glances at the screen.
“Shit, it’s the king.”
Augustine groans upon hearing his father’s name. The prince looks down at me. He reaches out and places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet.” He grins.
A delicious shiver slides over my body. Then he encourages me to stand, which I do. His hand cups my cheek as he bends down and kisses me ever so gently. His lips are soft and plump with the tiniest sweep of his tongue against mine before he pulls away again.
“I want you, Lila,” the prince tells me.
I bite my bottom lip a little confused because I want him to, but I also want Greyson. My eyes look over at his guard. “Problem is, I want him, too.”
The prince grins.
Greyson smiles at him, then at me.
“Do you think you could handle both of us, Lila?” the prince asks.
As in they like to share? A frown falls across my face because I’m slightly confused by what he is asking.
“Greyson and I are a package deal. Just so you know,” the prince advises me. “If you become mine, you will be his, too.”
Looking over at Greyson, he nods his head.
“I get the both of you?” I can’t help but clarifying what he’s saying.
“Yes,” the prince answers.
“But only together or separately?” I’m wondering what kind of arrangement this might be.
“I think a little of both. Depending on who’s around.” The prince grins.
“So, you two would be together without me?” Moving my finger between them both, I am still trying to clarify what the prince is telling me.
“Yes,” Greyson answers.
“I’ve loved Greyson my entire adult life,” the prince confesses. He looks adoringly at Greyson as he reaches out his hand, and they entwine with each other. I can see the love that resonates between them. It’s unmistakable. Blatantly obvious, now I am with them both.
“But as you know, as a ruler, you must produce an heir.”
My mouth forms a perfect ‘O.’
“And we both like women, too,” Greyson adds, which makes the prince chuckle.
Okay, well, that’s good, I think.
“Does that mean I’m not allowed to sleep with other