The words are barely out of my mouth when Beckett scoops me up and carries me to the bed. It’s been nearly two weeks since we’ve done anything, because I’ve been recuperating, but all three of us know that today the doctors cleared me again for strenuous activities.

And I know exactly what strenuous activity I’d like to participate in.

Beckett tosses me onto the bed, so hard I bounce, breathless, my skirt already coming up. Both of them follow me onto the huge, plush surface, and before I can even come up on my elbows they’re on either side of me.

Beckett grabs my face, kissing me roughly. His tongue plunders my mouth, and he lets out a long, low groan as he does, his cock against my hip already rock-hard, straining against his zipper.

“I don’t think I can go slow tonight,” he growls, thumb tracing my lip.

“Then don’t,” I say, my voice half-whisper, half-moan as I suck his thumb into my mouth.

On my other side Kieran pushes his hand up my thigh, pushing my skirt over my hips. In one motion he takes my panties in his fist, tugging them tight against me, and turns my face toward him, Beckett’s thumb trailing from my mouth.

My body’s already rigid with desire, my thighs clamped around Kieran’s fist, his knuckles against my clit and pussy. I grind against him, mouth open, moaning.

“You’ve fantasized long and hard about what we’re going to do tonight, haven’t you?” he says, his voice low and rough.

He tightens his fist on my panties, pushing his knuckles against my bare heat. They’re already slippery with my juices, my breathing coming faster and faster.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, even though I think I know.

Kieran kisses me hard, pressing his mouth against mine. I’m helpless against my desire for him, for them, and I can only whimper as Beckett practically rips my blouse off and shoves my bra out of the way, both of my breasts in his hands.

God, it feels so good to be shared.

“We’re going to fuck you together like you’ve been begging us to do,” Kieran whispers, his hand unfurling from my panties.

His fingers slide around my clit, and my hips buck, rolling against him as his words rock through me.

Both of them. Together. God, I’ve barely thought about anything else for two weeks. Just seeing them around the palace makes me impossibly wet, so aroused that I’m forever slipping into bathrooms just so I can get myself off for some release.

“He’s going to fuck your sweet, wet little pussy,” Kieran murmurs.

He slides three fingers into my slippery, needy entrance, and I move my hips up to meet him, a little moan escaping me.

“And I’m finally going to claim your ass,” he finishes.

Deftly, he moves one finger from my pussy downward, circling it slickly around my puckered back hole, sending a shiver through my whole body.

I think of Beckett, bending me over in the hot tub, stretching and spreading me.

I remember how hard I came, how it felt totally unlike anything else I’d ever done.

“Yes,” I whisper, just as Beckett bites a nipple, making my back arch. “Yes!”

Beckett just chuckles and hooks his thumbs under my skirt. In seconds I’m unzipped, my skirt and panties on the floor as he rolls me toward him.

I hear Kieran getting undressed, and then he’s pressed against me, his thick cock against my lower back.

I don’t wait. I can’t wait any longer. Beckett kisses me hard and deep, still caressing my nipples, as I sling one knee over him, reaching back for Kieran’s cock. It’s hard as steel in my hand, somehow even bigger than I remember, and I arch, guiding him to my entrance.

He fucks me deep with one hard stroke, driving himself balls-deep just as Beckett kisses me again. I nearly shout into his mouth as every nerve ending in my body lights up, like I’ve just been plugged in for the first time.

Beckett just laughs, trailing his hand down my torso until it’s between my legs. He starts rubbing my clit and Kieran starts fucking me, slow and deep, my hand clawing at his thigh.

“You know what my two favorite things are?” he asks.

I can’t even answer. I can barely look at him, my eyes constantly threatening to roll backward into my head with the perfect, pure sensations.

“My second favorite is watching Kieran fuck you,” he says, his fingers tightening on my clit.

Kieran drives himself home again with a long, low groan.

“Oh God,” I whimper, eyelids fluttering. Beckett’s fingers move faster, bringing me toward the edge.

“I couldn’t stand for anyone else to do it,” he goes on. “But getting to watch you turn from a sweet, demure, perfect princess into a dirty girl, stuffed with cock and begging for more? Fucking delectable, Bianca.”

I’m about to come, between Beckett’s fingers and Kieran’s cock. I’ve held out for as long as I can, but between the two of them, I’m nearly powerless.

“My very favorite is fucking you myself, though,” he goes on. “I love fucking your pussy, your mouth, your ass. There’s nothing like being inside you, Princess.”

Beckett pinches my clit gently between two fingers just as Kieran thrusts into me as hard as he can, his cock hitting that spot so perfectly, and with that, I fall over the edge, grabbing at Beckett’s shirt, clawing at Kieran’s thigh, whimpering and moaning and maybe even shouting.

I feel like I’m a mountain that’s just become a volcano, the heat splitting me apart so that my top flies off, lava running down my sides in rivulets, but they don’t stop. Beckett’s fingers keep moving on my clit, jolting my whole body at once, and Kieran pulls out, hit cock slippery and dripping.

Behind me, he rolls over. A drawer opens, closes, there’s the sound of a bottle being snapped open, and I reach behind myself, grab Kieran’s head just as his slick fingers find my back hole.

One slips in and I bite my lip, close my eyes, arch back. He slips in another, and another, and now I’m desperate, pushing back against him, wanting more.

“That’s right,” he growls into my ear. “Fuck my hand, Princess. Show me what you want.”

I do, as hard as I can, but it’s not enough and Kieran knows it. After a moment he chuckles, pulling his fingers out, biting my ear.

I don’t even hesitate. I can’t. I lock eyes with Beckett as I grab Kieran’s cock, slippery with a combination of lube and my own pussy juices, and guide it to my back hole.

“I love it when you’re dirty for us,” he whispers into my ear.

Then he grabs my hip, holding me still, and slowly pushes himself into me. Beckett’s fingers are still dancing on my clit, rubbing me furiously, and as Kieran’s cock slowly stretches my back hole, opening me up, Beckett kisses me hard.

He eases in, slowly but firmly, and I close my eyes, biting my lip. It feels so strange, right on the edge of pain, and I can’t help but think this will never work, he’s too big, he’s way too big to fit there —

But then, just as I’m about to whimper and move away and tell him I can’t possibly the head of his cock pops through my tight ring of muscle and it doesn’t hurt any more.

He pauses. I breathe, and Kieran strokes my body in long strokes, from hip to torso, squeezing my nipples. He doesn’t move, and I can feel myself flex and clench, my body wanting more of him.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs into my ear. “Fitting my cock into your ass on the first try. You like the way it feels when I stretch you out?”

I arch my back, flexing backward, my hand on his hip again. A little more of Kieran slides into me and I swear sparks explode all around my vision.

“More,” I gasp, my knee still slung over Beckett’s hips, sandwiched between my two lovers. “God, more, please.”

He gives it to me. He goes slow, fucking my ass bit by bit, every centimeter of him opening new sensations. Beckett keeps rubbing my clit, sliding his fingers down to caress my empty pussy as I writhe and moan.

I’m a mess. I’m half begging this man to fuck me harder, make me come, and I’m half whimpering, moaning, barely able to form words.

Finally, he’s all the way in, cock buried up to the hilt. The edges of my vision are white with pleasure, and Beckett slides his hand to my pussy, his fingers teasing at my lips.

“Please,” I whimper, the only word I can form right now.

He rubs my entrance one more time, then pushes two fingers in. I can feel the force he has to use to get even that inside me, my back hole stuffed completely full, but the sensation makes me grab the front of his shirt so hard I nearly rip it.

Then they both fuck me. Beckett crooks his fingers and strokes my inner wall as Kieran fucks my ass, and it’s totally different than anything else I’ve ever done.

I’m coming in seconds. I’m coming so hard I think I might have broken reality, and as I listen to someone scream their names for half a second I wonder if I’m still in my coma, if this is some sort of dream.

I break. I shatter. I sob with my release, not sure if I’m even human any more, but then they stop. I don’t even speak, just breathe, but Beckett gets off the bed, shedding his clothes quickly, his massive cock pointing skyward and dripping.

With one quick motion, Kieran rolls onto his back, still deep inside me. I squeal, but then I’m sitting astride him, kneeling over him, his cock shifting inside me until I moan, my own hands finding my clit and nipples.

I watch Beckett, my hips bucking as I start to ride Kieran with my ass. I can’t help it, can’t help touching myself, even as Beckett comes back, kneels in front of me, kissing me viciously.

He doesn’t say anything, but I grab his cock, near-delirious with pleasure, and he rubs my clit and pussy again, my juices running down over Kieran’s cock, still in my ass.

“Lean back,” Beckett whispers, and I obey, Kieran’s arms taking me in.

Beckett’s breathing hitches in his chest as he slides his cock along my belly, to my mound, past my clit, against my entrance.

There’s absolutely no room, Kieran’s massive cock stretching me out, and I think to myself there’s no possible way Beckett can fuck me too.

But then he thrusts, lightly, practically wedging himself inside and I feel the head of his cock pop into my entrance. Kieran and I both groan, Beckett grabbing my shoulder, breath coming in quick pants.

“Fuck, Princess, I might just come inside you right now,” he moans. “God, it feels fucking perfect when you’re already stuffed full.”

He enters me slowly, pushing his thick length into me, grinding up against every nerve and pleasure center in my pussy until at last, somehow, they’re both completely hilted inside me.

Kieran’s got one arm around me, leaning against the headboard as I sit on his cock, caressing both nipples, nibbling at my ear.

“You’ve finally got us both,” he whispers. “You like it, Princess?”

“I love it,” I breathe.

“I love you,” Kieran says, his lips brushing my ear. “And I love that you’re our dirty princess.”

His hand drifts down to my clit, and he starts rubbing me, slowly.

“I love you, too,” Beckett says, and he starts to move. “And I love how much you like being shared.”

I can’t answer, because they both start moving together, fucking me in sync, and I can’t possibly form words. All I can do is moan, whimper, pant for breath.

And come. I can barely do anything but come, almost instantly as they both start moving, but I don’t stop. I come in wave after wave, shower after shower. I explode into sparks, dissolve into water, and just when I’m nearly certain I’m not even human any more, I come again.

They fuck me slow, hard, deep, exactly the way I need it. I can hear myself babbling but I have no idea what I’m saying, I just know that I’m coming endlessly.

Finally, Beckett whispers into my ear.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” he growls, and then instantly, he does.

A moment later Kieran explodes as well, both of them filling me at once, my body rocked between the power of their climaxes.

I’m spread wide open to them, completely and utterly vulnerable, theirs in a way I can’t even begin to explain.

But right now, in this moment, I’m more certain than ever that there will never be anyone else for me. There can’t be.

And I know they feel exactly the same way.

I collapse backward onto Kieran, and he wraps his arms around me. Beckett nuzzles his head against my shoulder, the sweat slowly trickling down my neck.

“God, I do love you,” he whispers.

I just stroke his head, perfectly content, warm, cozy, and safe between Kieran and Beckett. I can’t imagine anywhere else I’d rather be, and I know that no matter what, I’m theirs.

Whatever my parents say. Whatever my father says, it doesn’t matter. If we have to, we’ll elope.

After a long time, they both slide out and we’re back on the bed. I’m on my side, facing Kieran this time, snuggled between them. He kisses me softly, tenderly, and Beckett strokes my hair.

“Kieran, Beckett,” I say, finally managing to find words.

“Hmm?” Kieran murmurs.

“I love you too,” I say.

They kiss me, warm and gentle, one after the other, and then we all fall asleep.