The Heir Apparent - a historical why choose, rh, poly, MMF, spicy romance ✅

Chapter Twenty-One

Casimir

I had known the touch and the feel of many women. In all the ways a man and woman can know each other.

I had not, though, ever experienced anything with a man.

That first time with the two of them, I had written off the casual touch of Riven's hands on me as coincidental.

But then he had reached for my cock as Anevay had been stroking his. I expected to be shocked and appalled, always knowing my preference was women, that I had never thought of a man that way.

There was nothing but pleasure, though, as his hand worked me, then as my cock slipped into his mouth, as his lips closed around me, as he sucked me, then let me come down his throat.

I did not, as a whole, like men.

But, perhaps, I did like this one.

And this connection that there seemed to be between the three of us. A possessive sort of desire that consumed us entirely in those moments and hours when we were alone and touching.

I did not even hesitate when it was my turn to go down on my knees, to take another man's cock into my mouth, to stoke his desire.

Then to feel him inside Anevay as I was inside her as well?

That was a whole different level of desire, of pleasure.

If you had told me a week before, even a day before, that I would want to feel my cock inside another man, I would have called you insane.

But there was nothing but a white-hot sort of desire as I felt my cock start to slide inside him, claiming him in a way I would swear no other man had claimed him before.

As my cock settled deep, some part of me needed to know, needed confirmation.

"Has any other man—" I started.

"No," Riven hissed as his hips rocked. "Just you," he told me.

"Is it good?" I asked, rocking my hips into him.

"No," he said, and for a split second, panic gripped my system. "No. Good is not good enough a word," he told me. "Fuck me, Cass," he demanded as his own hips started to grind into Anevay's ass.

I did not even hesitate.

I fucked him slowly at first, then harder and harder as his groans got louder and louder, drowned out only by Anevay's cries as she climaxed again.

"Come," Riven groaned to me. "Come in me so I can come inside you," he said, those forbidden, filthy, intoxicating words dragged a ragged roar out of me as I slammed deep, and came hard.

There was hardly a pause before Riven was moving away, grabbing Anevay and putting her flat on the bed.

"Cass is going to eat your sweet cunt," he told her, getting an almost pained moan out of her as her body struggled to keep up with all of the pleasure. "And I am going to fuck Cass," he added, making desire punch my core, making my just-sated cock start to twitch to life again even as Riven moved toward the jar, and came back to kneel behind me where I was kneeling off the side of the bed so I could lick Anevay's cunt as she writhed against me.

I felt his slick fingers first, teasing against me, then slipping inside.

I expected discomfort, but only felt a strange sort of taboo desire as his fingers moved in, paused, and then started to thrust inside me, preparing me.

"Fuck, are you ready for me?" Riven asked, voice ragged. "I need to fuck you," he added, his free hand nearly crushing my thigh with his barely-controlled need.

Was I?

Ready for something I never could have known I could want with a man?

Somehow, yes, yes I was.

"Fuck me," I said before burying my face in Anevay's sweetness again.

The fingers left me, and I felt his thick cock press there instead.

There was a sort of discomfort at first, a burning like I imagined Anevay herself had felt.

But it eased quickly as Riven slid slowly inside me, inch by thick inch, claiming me in a way I did not know I would ever be claimed, and yet it felt so incredibly right.

"Fuck, you feel good," Riven growled as his hands grabbed my hips.

I never knew that I could hear praise like that, let alone from a man, but it had my cock somehow straining once again as Riven started to fuck me.

Slowly.

But quickly losing control.

"Fuck, yes," he growled as he fucked me harder and faster, created a different sort of pleasure I had never known before.

But then Riven's hand slipped around me, grabbing my cock, and stroking it as he fucked me.

"Oh, fuck, I am going to come," Riven hissed, his hips slamming into me as his hand worked me faster and faster.

"I am..." I started, even as the orgasm so intense it blacked out my vision slammed through me, poured out of me.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck," Riven growled as he ground into me deep, so deep, and came.

As if spurred on by the explosiveness of the moment, Anevay's orgasm slammed through her as she rocked against my mouth, as she cried out my name, then Riven's, reaching for each of our wrists and holding on as the waves crashed through her.

Riven and I each moved away for a moment, dealing with the sheaths, cleaning up, but when we turned back, we found Anevay trembling on the bed.

"What is wrong with me?" she asked as we both climbed in at her sides.

"Nothing," I assured her, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Little shocks," Riven piped in as his hand stroked gently up and down her belly and her thighs.

"From pleasure," I added to fully wipe away her concerns. "They shall pass."

"They mean we did a good job," Riven added, smirking down at her.

"You did," she agreed, reaching up to pull his face down to hers, sealing her lips to his, then turning toward me, and kissing me, soft, sweet.

We each lowered down afterward, our faces beside hers, everyone spent and introspective as we came to terms with what had just happened.

What we had just become.

Together.

And only because of her.

Anevay.

A woman who never should have allowed either of us to touch her, let alone both.

A woman I had not stopped craving since that first time.

A woman I would crave until my last dying breath.

And now, it seemed, a man as well.

Or, perhaps more accurately, the three of us together. Exploring. Enjoying. Reaching mutual new levels of satisfaction.

What could that mean for all of us moving forward?

I did not know.

But I was not going to spoil the happiness of the day with the worries of tomorrow.

All that was promised was the moment.

And in that moment, I was with the two people in the world I held most dear.

That was all that mattered.

Conveniently forgetting, of course, that we weren't the only men in Anevay's heart.