A few hours later, we’re sitting together in the throne room, waiting to be granted an audience with King Edward.

I still don’t know what I’m going to say. It’s already a bad sign that we have to wait for an audience with everyone else, but we didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

Storming into a king’s business office and demanding that he meet with you, right then and there, isn’t a very good way to be granted his daughter’s hand in marriage. Especially not if there’s two of you.

“If we have to elope, maybe we can flip a coin over who’s her husband and who’s her piece on the side,” Dominic says dryly.

“Not funny.”

“The loser could take some sort of job here,” he goes on. “Ambassador to Tomassia, maybe.”

I clench my jaw together, my insides boiling. I need Katarina to be mine, officially, for everyone to know it.

I love her. I want her, and I need her, and if I had to be her piece on the side, no matter what the true circumstances were, I think it might kill me.

“So you’re saying you wouldn’t mind being the Princess’s unofficial boyfriend while I was Prince Consort Bruno?” I ask, my voice tight.

Dom looks over at me, a smile around his eyes.

“Bruno, I’m kidding,” he says. “Trying to inject a little levity here. Calm down.”

I sigh, folding my arms in front of me.

“Maybe try a knock-knock joke instead,” I mutter.

A door opens at the back of the throne room. There are maybe a dozen people in here, all waiting for an audience with the king, scattered around the seats.

And we all stand when we see that it’s Princess Katarina, wearing a blue sundress, walking down the center. She nods at everyone, but comes up to us.

“Prince Bruno, Prince Dominic,” she says.

We both bow and she curtsies lightly.

“Could I have a moment of your time?” she asks.

“Of course, Princess,” I murmur.

She leads us to another door, this one behind the thrones, leading to a small sunlight-filled sitting room, and closes the door behind us.

Then she takes a deep breath, and I realize she’s been crying.

“What’s wrong?” Dom says instantly, taking her shoulders in his hands.

“Sven asked my father for my hand this morning,” she says, her eyes filling again.

“And?” I demand.

“I don’t think he’s replied yet, because it’s poor form to do so until all the offers are in, but...” She trails off, looking up at us.

Until all the offers are in. Like she’s a house being bid on.

I stroke her hair, and Dom holds her against his chest.

“I’m not going to marry him,” she whispers. “My father can’t force me, but...”

“Marry us,” Dom whispers.

“You know that’s why we’re here,” I say, coming up behind her and kissing the back of her head. “We’re waiting to ask your father for your hand right now, actually.”

“I wish I could,” she whispers. “You know it doesn’t...”

“We’ll figure it out,” I promise. “We’ll convince your father.”

“We don’t know how, but we will,” Dom agrees. “And at worst, we all run away to a dilapidated house in the woods and live in sin.”

Katarina wrinkles her nose.

“Marriage is our first choice too,” I say. “Promise.”

She sighs, then looks back at me, over her shoulder.

“Thanks,” she says.

I take her hip and stroke it, trying to comfort her, but she gives me another glance, this one familiar and wicked.

“My father’s got at least another hour before he’ll be able to see you two,” she says.

I chuckle, stepping closer.

“Princess, I thought you were distraught at the thought of marrying Sven,” I say.

“I am,” she says, and smiles. “I can have more than one mood at once.”

She leans back against me, her hands still on Dom’s chest, her ass firmly against my growing erection.

“For example, I can be upset about this but also want a quickie with my illicit boyfriends,” she murmurs.

I swear to God, she gets dirtier every time I see her, and I fucking love it.

“You have to promise to be quiet,” Dom says, taking her face in his hands and grinning. “You can’t scream our names the way you did last night.”

Katarina smiles and rolls her hips, her perfect ass firm against my erection.

“I’ve got other plans for my mouth,” she says.

Jesus.

Dom kisses her, hard, and I shove both hands up her skirt. She makes a noise into his mouth, but it’s quiet enough that I don’t think anyone else can hear.

I grab her ass. She’s not wearing panties, and I slide my fingers between her legs.

Dripping wet. Of course. I bite the back of her neck as my cock goes rock-hard, her back arching and her ass tilting toward me.

Dom kisses her neck as Katarina reaches behind her, scrabbling at the fly of my suit pants, but I brush her hands away and undo it myself, bringing out my thick cock.

“You’re looking for this?” I whisper.

Katarina just gasps and grabs it, stroking me hard once. For a moment, I think about holding her arms and bending her over, eating her ass and pussy from behind, but this needs to be quick.

“Princess,” I growl in her ear. “I want you to sit on my cock.”

I don’t wait for her to answer, just move to one of the chairs in the room and sit on it, pulling her behind me. She straddles me, her hands on my knees, and looks over her shoulder, her shining wet pussy in my face.

Fuck, this is beautiful.

I put the tip of my cock at her entrance and Katarina slides herself onto it with a gasp, taking all of me into her tight cunt with one hard thrust, her skirt bunched around her waist.

“Fuck, I love that,” she moans, her pussy clenching around me. I grab her hips and pull her down hard, making sure she takes every millimeter of me.

She’s so wet that her juices are dripping down my balls, and right away the Princess starts riding me, her hips bucking back and forth, my cock sliding in and out of her. I keep a good grip on her hips, and after a moment, she balances and reaches for Dom, pulling him to her by the waistband of his pants.

“I’m beginning to feel like we’re just your stable of men to fuck, Princess,” he teases, unzipping his pants for her. “Maybe you’re just using us for ours cocks.”

She looks up at him, giving his cock a good hard stroke, still riding me slow and hard, one hand on my knee.

Then she sucks the head of his cock into her mouth, and Dom groans, quietly.

“Do you mind?” Katarina asks, her hand still on his cock, mine firmly buried inside her.

“No,” I growl in her ear.

“Not at all,” Dom says.

Katarina takes him into her mouth again, and she bobs her head slowly down his shaft as she rides me, doing both in the same rhythm. I’ve got my hands on her hips, pulling her and guiding her, and she fucks me harder and harder, her lips moving lower and lower on Dom’s shaft.

He’s holding his breath, watching her, and then I watch as her mouth slides all the way down, her lips touching the short hairs on his abdomen, and Dom sucks in air through his teeth.

Katarina’s pussy clenches again around me, and I can tell she’s getting close.

“You’re so fucking sexy with my cock down your throat,” Dom says, moving one hand to her neck as he thrusts just a little deeper, then pulls back. I know he’s feeling the bulge of his cock there, and I nearly come just remembering how that felt.

The feeling that we have complete and total access to our princess, and that she loves everything we do to her. That’s the best part, really.

She’s already shaking a little, her pussy muscles fluttering around me. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming, moaning into Dom’s cock as she spasms and clenches, riding me so hard I’m afraid the chair might break.

I grunt, my forehead against the back of her neck, ready to spend myself inside her but instead she pulls herself off me and then looks over her shoulder, a hand stroking Dom’s cock, for a long moment.

“Princess?” I gasp, still holding onto her, baffled and confused.

Katarina smiles. Then she reaches behind herself, takes my cock, and guides it to her other hole.

It’s all I can do to sit there, both hands grabbing her hips, as she slowly lets me enter her again. Her ass is so tight that I swear my vision nearly goes white, and as she lowers herself, bit by bit, she moans and whimpers quietly, like she can’t help herself.

Then I’m in, and Katarina leans back against me, her body going limp as she moans again, still stroking Dom.

“Make me come again,” she whispers.

Dom steps forward and she takes his cock into her mouth again, swallowing it almost instantly. She rides me a little more gently with her ass, but it’s so fucking tight and hot and dirty that it takes all my self-control not to come.

Instead I wrap one arm around her, rub her clit for a moment, and then slide three fingers into her pussy, working them against her sensitive front wall.

She pulls Dom’s cock from her mouth and moans explosively and way, way too loud but none of us cares. It doesn’t take long before she’s coming again and this time I follow her almost instantly, my cock just about exploding deep inside her ass as she sucks Dom, who growls and pulls her hair.

Then she collapses against me, breathing hard. I turn her head and kiss her hard, still feeling her ass clenching around my cock. After a moment, she kisses Dom, then me again, then Dom.

“Thank you,” she finally murmurs, and I can’t help but grin.

“You’re thanking us?” I ask.

“For being willing to come out of the stud stable to fuck me on demand,” she teases.

“Princess, I will always fuck you on demand,” I say, nuzzling her ear. “I love you.”

She freezes for a moment, swallowing.

“You do?”

Dom chuckles.

“I love you too, Princess,” he says. “And why do you think we’re trying to talk your father into letting us marry you?”

“It wasn’t... that’s not what I meant,” she says quickly. “It’s just—”

“I’m still in your ass?” I say into her ear.

“Right,” she says, and tries to stand but I hold her down.

“Doesn’t make it less true,” I say.

“I know,” Katarina whispers.

She kisses us both again, and then I let her stand, her skirt falling back down, a little shaky on her feet.

Just as she does, a door on the far end of the room shuts. It’s quiet, but all three of us turn to look at it instantly. Dom strides to it, stuffing himself back into his pants, and opens the door, looking out into the hall.

“Nothing,” he says.

“Did someone see us?” Katarina whispers, her voice shaking.

I swallow and stand, taking her in my arms.

“I’m sure it was just the wind,” I say.