The f*******n Crown

Chapter |9|

E M M E L I N E ‘ S P.O.V

Today is a good day.

I walk with a pep in my stride, greeting all the guards and maids I pass with the pleasantries expected of the perfect Princess. Already this week I have attended three public speaking events, a charity event and a sit down interview to discuss the omen that resides in my future.

Marriage.

It could be a good one, with a kind and respectful man that I would have eventually grown to love. Yet now that prospect has been squashed indefinitely.

Because I have my soulmates already. I have all the blossoming, passionate, soul exploding love one person could ever need.

No-one else could ever amount to Ajax and Damien.

But for right now, I have them both. We spend our days walking the grounds, just talking and laughing, sharing f*******n kisses around whatever secret corner we can find. It's only been a week and yet I'm falling deeper and deeper for them, which means every moment spent without is plagued by an intense loneliness.

It makes me wonder if my future is destined to be just that. Lonely.

"Princess Emmeline!" The familiar voice booms, soundwaves vibrating through the megaphone.

I glance over my shoulder, the width of the training grounds visible through the open patio door. Ajax is standing on the ledge of the highest wall, a smile tugging at his lips. "Care to grace us with a bow,"

Any second we have to spare with each other is like this. Always filled with moments of flirting and laughter.

Regal as can be, I courtesy to all the men under his command clad in gym war and to my...boyfriend?

That is still to be clarified, but I think Ajax has always been more than a friend. Damien too, yet there was always that shield over my eyes that disallowed me to see it.

Until they both cornered me in the office and then gave me the best o****m of my f*****g life with just their fingers. I imagine what their tongues could do.

I already know that Ajax gives amazing head, but Damien I feel, would be more calculated with his skills. He would give me what I want even if I didn't know it yet, even if it meant torturing me with ceaseless punishment.

Ajax is soft at heart, he falls on his knees for my every desire. The word is not even within his vocabulary.

Frowning, I watch in confusion as Ajax jumps off the wall, grabbing one of the laughing guards by the shirt and shoving him hard enough that he falls onto the floor. I, alongside all the other men, are watching with utter shock and a little fear as Ajax transforms into the leader I've never seen him be.

This is strange. I'm used to happy and joyous Ajax, not the commander before me that is spitting orders at the poor boy who looks ready to wet himself.

I'm about to intervene, when darkness encloses my vision. On instinct, I slam my fist back, attempting to use the chokehold move that Ajax taught me.

The attacker grabs my hand, pinning it behind my back, immobilising any sense of agency that I possess. They're so close that I can feel the heat that radiates from their body, but then...wait I recognise that scent.

It only takes a tug to move the veil over my eyes, hands falling easily. Turning, I slug Damien in the arm but unlike Ajax he doesn't pretend to wince. Instead he gives me an easy smile, lounging boyishly against the wall, even though every part of him is screaming he's all man.

"I thought I was being kidnapped,"

"Clearly." Pushing off from the wall, he fists both my wrists, pulling me into his chest. "I couldn't help but notice you were squirming a little, flushed and breathing hard. All tell tale signs that you are aroused."

I scoff. The f*****g nerve. "I was scared, you covered my eyes and grabbed me!"

"That doesn't change the fact that if I curled a finger inside of you right now it would come out soaking wet."

My p***y clenches at just the thought, and I feel that familiar dampness on my panties that I've become all too accustomed to recently. "You're wrong."

This is like poking the lion, because nothing is bigger than Damien's ego, and being falsely wrong is the one thing that peaks his irritation.

That perfect smile twitches, but he still refuses to let it show. "You know I'll prove I'm right. There are no limits I wouldn't exceed to do so."

"Oh really, why don't you show me? Unless...you're chicken?" Somehow we've drifted so close to each other that our noses almost brush. His desire for me pools in the depth of his iris, beckoning me to see this through.

We both know we're playing a dangerous game though.

Our proximity in itself labels us more than friends, and being this close in public is like testing fate. It only takes one person, one maid or guard and our illusory triad relationship dissipates, becoming the dream that all of this feels like.

"I would turn you around, bend you over and make you spread you cheeks so the whole f*****g kingdom can see what a horny little s**t, my princess really is. All whilst you're choking on my dick."

All I can do is gulp back the apprehension, the slight fear that tinges my raging appetite for him. I always knew Damien would be complicated in bed. He would covet things most people would find depraved.

Does that mean I'm the crazy one for loving him all the more for it? For wanting him more than I've wanted anything because of all the wicked sinful things his mind dreams up?

"You can do it." I whisper, the gentle breeze louder than my voice. "Just make sure Ajax is besides you so you can stroke his c**k whilst he watches me suck yours."

Gently, his thumb pushes past my lips, letting my tongue suck and swirl as I imagine all eight inches of his hard length in its place. "God, you're perfect. For him, for me, I couldn't imagine someone better." He pushes deeper, letting his index sink in too, reaching the back of my throat until I'm gagging.

Spit coats his fingers and he trails the wetness down my neck, then over my breasts, creating a slobbery path of liquid. "Tonight, that will be my cum."

"If that's where you'll be, then where will Ajax be?"

I feel his lips brush my forehead in tender love. "Patience is a virtue darling." Then he walks away with that smug smile, leaving me a sticky wet mess in his wake.

My back hits the hard pillar, and I let my head fall back, releasing an oppressed sigh. He didn't even make me c*m and I'm breathless.

***

"So, what is the plan tonight?" Mal is busying herself cleaning up the room, dismissing my attempts to help.

I flick through the book on laws pertaining traffic control and transportation, lounging across my bed. "Probably just the same as yesterday, but could you get more cheese for the pasta this time?"

Mal, I consider a friend, even though she does try to draw the line between maid and friend clearly. We spend a lot of time together, even sharing meals and discussing whatever trashy show is on tv, when the rest of my family is busy.

My parents are having dinner with Huxley to try and heal the divide. They know he has the power to make my life a living hell, so I appreciate all the help I can get.

Then Ajax and Damien are busy with work. I choose not to send Damien a very passive aggressive message about the forgotten promises he made me earlier. Whatever dragged him away is usually urgent.

I notice Mal stiffen in the corner of my eyes, looking slightly awkward. "What is it?"

"Sorry, I didn't know everyone is busy otherwise I wouldn't have made plans."

"Plans?" Mal has refrained from discussing large chunks of her personal life. I know about her family, who are well respected for their years of dutiful service to the crown, but other than that...

"With my boyfriend."

This definitely raises surprise. "I didn't know you had one."

"It is newly established. He is an important man you see, very busy, so we have to be careful with hwo we do things."

"And who is this important man?" I know men of high power, especially ones that affiliate with my family at times can be dangerous manipulative people that would not fear to prey on women like Mal.

Her face clouds of with thunder, almost becoming unrecognisable. "I can't say that!" She snaps. I'm taken aback by the sudden outburst, then her paler skin flushes red, shrinking into herself. "I'm sorry, Princess."

"Mal you don't have to apologise..." Yet she is already grabbing her cleaning supplies and running out.

The door opens first, my personal guard blocking the frame that she barges into his shoulders on the way out. Ajax frowns, watching her run. "Where's the fire?"

"I'm not sure." I mumble, making a silent reminder to try and talk to Mal again. The last thing I want is her ending up hurt or worse. Ajax shuts the door, observing my room with casual splendour. "Hey, I thought you were working tonight."

"Was I?" He has that familiar spark in his eyes. The one that lets me know he's up to something.

A knock suddenly raps on the door. Ajax grins, then crosses the room towards me, planting his large hand over my eyes. "What the..."

"Shh," His voice tickles my ear. "Trust us." Us?

"Come in!" I squirm on my bed, trying to wrangle his hold on me, but Ajax wraps his arm across my chest, planking me against his body.

I hear the door open and then shut again. Cool leather sounds against my bedroom floor, approaching me. "Oh no, is our Princess being bad again?"

Damien. Oh those two diabolical little...

"Again? Did I miss something earlier?"

"Oh yeah, she was practically begging me to f**k her in the foyer. The windows wide open for everyone to see her desperation."

The darkness over my vision is unveiled, and I blink to surface back. Damien stands right in front of me, crotch almost pressing into my forehead. I tilt my head to look up at him.

A six foot God in all his righteousness, and he f*****g knows it.

A smirk draws on his face, "I made a promise." Then he c***s his head to the side. "Did you not think I would fulfil it?"

Making a sound of disappointment, he drops a box on my lap. I glance up at him again, then to Ajax behind me. He nods towards the blue box. "Open it,"

My fingers make way of untying the ribbon, carefully peeling away the wrapped layers. I flip open the lid. "You fixed it," I breathe in awe, gently lifting the bracelet out of its fitting.

Damien truly possesses a talent. All the rust has been removed, the faulty diamonds fixed and not replaced to retain my Grandmother's legacy and the clasp, welded so the fitting is easier.

He crouches before us. "Turn it over," I frown, allowing Ajax's thumb to gently shift the bracelet to the back.

Something new is engraved on the inside: a sword, a crown and a quill, hidden from the rest of the world, becoming our secret once more. "Ajax and I have a pendent with the same inscription." They pull at the rope material around the neck, letting the pendant display itself.

Always is carved next to our symbol. The devotion pricks tears to my eyes, and a shaky laugh leaves my throat. I hold the bracelet to my heart, never valuing something more than this. "It's beautiful, this is...thank you, thank you," I fling myself at Damien, then reach back to yank Ajax closer until I'm squished between both their bodies.

I realise this is my comfort place. My home is within both their arms, safe and protected from all the demons of the real world. "We love you Emmeline," Damien murmurs, clinging to both of us. I hear the raw truth of it in his voice.

"Always." Ajax says, and then I feel tears wet my neck, "Sorry," He sniffles, pulling back with red eyes. I smile, shaking my head before kissing him.

We're both grinning into the kiss, his hand palming the small of my back to drag me onto his lap. I can feel Damien's watchful gaze on my back. "Ignore him," Ajax murmurs, "He likes to watch."

True to the word, Damien seats himself on my lavender armchair, chin resting lazily in the palm of his hand. His eyes blaze as hot as the deepest inferno, and then it hits me.

We're f*****g. Tonight. All of us.