Sharing Beauty (Possessing Beauty 3)

Hands tightened on me, masculine groans of release enveloped me, and my own body hummed and shivered with the aftershocks of my earth-shattering orgasm, before slowly, we came to a stop. We tumbled to the ground on top of the pile of our clothes, gasping for air and laughing as the two of them pulled me between them. Hands skimmed my skin, teasing me, and soothing my aching, trembling body as two sets of lips found my neck and my jawline.

“Marry us.”

We all three froze as the words just tumbled from Caspian’s mouth.

My eyes went wide as I slowly turned towards him. “Wait, what?”

His jaw tightened, his eyes focusing.

“You heard me, beautiful. Marry us.” He glanced over me at his twin, who I could feel nodding behind me.

“Marry us,” Cade murmured into my ear, his hand stroking my side. “Both of us.”

“I—” My whole world twisted as time froze for a second.

Both of them? Was I— could I give myself to two men? Not just in body, but in heart? I was crazy about both of them, I knew that. But would it last? Would they both still want me, together, sharing like this, forever?”

“We really do need to work on that poker face,” Caspian purred, laughing quietly as I blushed.

“What?”

“It’s all over her face isn’t it?”

Caspian chuckled at Cade, nodding before his eyes focused on me. “All those thoughts you’re having? All those worries, and second guesses, and doubts?” He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Forget them. All of them.”

“We will never stop loving you,” Cade murmured, pulling me around to face him. “We’ll never be jealous of each other, we’ll never stop feeling this way, and the only thing that’ll change is that I’m pretty sure, somehow, we’re going to love more and more every single day.”

Damn.

I was kissing him before I knew it, melting into his lips before turning and doing the same with Caspian.

“Is that even— I mean, can you even do that? Can you both marry me?”

Caspian grinned. “It’s our country, and trust me, the dickholes on the advisor’s council that would have opposed this have been catapulted over the castle walls.”

I raised a brow and Cade laughed. “Nah, not really. They have been banned from the country though. Long story.”

“I’d love to hear it.”

“You will,” Caspian said quietly. “Our mother loves telling that story.”

I felt the warm glow tingle through me as I slowly shook my head. “Both of you. Marriage.”

“If you’re having doubts—”

“I’m not,” I said quickly, grinning from ear to ear as I snuggled in close to both of them. “And I never will.”

“We’ll speak to your parents tomorrow, and explain it all.”

Cade snorted. “Well, maybe not all of it.”

We laughed as their arms snaked around me, pulling me close.

“Mrs. Charming, huh?”

“Queen Ilana works pretty well too,” Caspian murmured.

We were quiet for a moment before I slowly grinned. “Do you have secluded gardens in Marland?”

Cade raised a curious brow, and I smiled.

“Because I’m about to fall asleep right now, but I think sex with you two under the stars like this might be my new favorite thing in the world.

Caspian laughed as he pulled me tight, kissing my neck.

“For you, our queen, we’ll build a secluded forest.”

Epilogue

Ilana

I can hear the crowds cheering — the roar of them thundering up from the main castle courtyard and echoing through the stone walls of the room. We’re in the old part of Marland Castle, and while the newer parts of the palace, like the main living quarters, are updated, this part is still all old stone, and tapestries, and parapets looking out over the courtyard, where kings and queens used to make proclamations and royal announcements.

…Which is exactly what we’re doing today.

The crowds assembled outside are cheering for me — for us, actually. You see, I’m a married woman now — as of twenty minutes ago, in a private ceremony involving Queen Lara — now the dowager Queen, my mother and father, my sisters, some of the Charming cousins, and my own cousin Adele, along with her — well, perhaps that's a story for another time.

To say that my parents took the news without incident wouldn’t be entirely true, but I have to give them much more credit than I’d originally have thought. Yes, there were concerned words, and furrowed brows, and a sharp look from my mother when Caspian and Cade strode into the throne room the morning after that night of the ball. They’d taken a knee each, and in very old-fashioned style, had presented ceremonial swords to my father as they asked for my hand in marriage — a custom that’d basically been forgotten.

Except, I guess, if you’re a Prince Charming.

There’d been a moment of confusion, where my father seemed not to know which of them was proposing, until it’d suddenly clicked for him.