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Wicker’s mouth gapes open. “Are you shitting me? My dick hasn’t been inside anyone since the cleansing! You know that!” He shifts his weight, but it has to be unconscious, the way he does it alongside the rhythm of Pace’s punishing hips. His expression is crazed, his well-crafted façade cracking. “The only action I’ve seen in over two months is my own fucking hand.”

“Suck my balls…”

“Not now, Effie!” Wicker barks, but my eyes are drawn down, and I can’t help but see that his cock is threatening to escape out of the zipper of his pants. God. He’s horny right now.

Exasperated, I ask, “Do you mind?” and nod to the door.

Wicker, of course, ignores me, glaring at Pace. “Do you realize that I had to go see the team trainer about my wrist being overused?” he asks, voice getting louder, more indignant with every word. His eyes are bloodshot and a touch too wide, and it hits me that he hasn’t just woken up. He never went to bed. “I blamed my incessant jerking off on hockey, when this whole time, there’s been a fuck-for-all going on every night!” He punctuates this with a gesture toward me, the way my hips rock needfully back into Pace. The shame is probably there, but it’s buried too far beneath the desperation to pay much mind to.

So close…

“What the hell are you shouting about?” Lex grouses, appearing in the doorway. His forehead is creased, but he takes one look at me and Pace, and another at Wicker, and quickly shuts the door. “Jesus Christ, seriously?”

I’m not sure which of his brothers he’s talking to. The one throwing a tantrum, or the one who has finally ceased thrusting but is still firmly planted inside. Frustrated, I clutch at Pace’s arm, trying to move his hand against my clit.

“Do you want Danner to come down here?” Lex asks again since no one responded to his other questions.

Wicker glares at Lex. “Are you fucking her, too?”

Lex goes stock-still, gaze locking with his brother’s. Wicker probably doesn’t need an answer, what with all the guilt etched into Lex’s face. He may be stone-cold when he wants to be, but apparently, that doesn’t hold up with his brothers. “I haven’t been fucking her. Not since—”

“Last week,” I finish for him, breathless and close to smirking. “Friday, wasn’t it? You said you wanted to go again, but fell asleep before you could.”

Wicker tosses his hands in the air. “Perfect! This is goddamn perfect. Betrayed by both of my brothers for some subpar West End pussy.”

“Betrayed?” Pace repeats, his voice rough.

“Pace,” I whine, so close to release that I can feel it in every tendon, coiled tight.

He growls, saying to his brothers, “Just… give me a fucking minute.” He bends me over, his broad hand splayed between my shoulders as I release a soft, desperate keen. “I’ve got you. Gonna give you every drop.” His hands grip my hips, and he pumps into me twice more before groaning loudly and seizing, warm cum exploding inside of me.

In the back of my mind, I understand that Lex and Wicker are watching as I fall to pieces. A better Princess—a bettermonarch—would play it to her advantage. But I just fold, rocking back onto Pace’s pulsating cock as I tumble off the precipice, stars spreading like fireworks through my limbs.

“That’s it,” I hear Pace say, curling over my back to brush a clumsy kiss onto my temple. His whisper is meant for only me. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

In a sharp, disbelieving tone, Wicker asks, “Are you done?”

It feels like an aching loss when Pace pulls out, leaving me empty and soaked, his thick semen oozing down my leg. Out of habit, I wait for the plug.

But it never comes.

Instead, Pace grabs my discarded night dress and wipes off his cock. “Let’s talk about betrayal, huh? You covered your pathetic morning fuck by deleting it from my security files. Then you lied about it when we confronted you.” Pace is leveling his brother with a flinty stare as he tugs up his shorts, stepping onto the floor with steadier legs than I’d expect. “Thenyou had her lie to cover your sorry ass.”

Her.Me.

Not wanting to be involved in this any more than necessary, I keep quiet, watching as the brothers slowly tear each other apart. I’d laugh if it wouldn’t draw their attention. I reach down unthinkingly, shoving two fingers into my hole as I roll to my side, fetal, still twitching with the aftershocks.

Wicker has also gone still. His body. His expression. His mouth. Everything except his eyebrows, which screw together when he says, “Wait. What are you talking about?”

“The footage you deleted during your week with the Princess,” Lex says quietly, stepping further into the room. He crosses his arms as he faces Wicker. “We know you caved, and we figured all bets were off. So yeah, I fucked the Princess during my week. And obviously, Pace did the same. Now can we stop playing this game and move on with our lives?”

Wicker growls, thrusting his hands into his hair. “Jesus,I never fucked her. We slept in the same bed. That’s it!” Due to my desire to be invisible, I don’t point out the revelation that he’s a cuddler. “The footage I deleted? That was from when I gave her a black eye.”

“A what?” All control Lex possessed vanishes. “You gave her awhat?”

“Accidentally,” Wicker adds quickly. “It was a mistake. I apologized and everything!”

“Oh my god,” I blurt with a choked laugh. Every eye in the room shifts to me. I’d tried to stay out of the fray, to let them fight this out amongst themselves, but fucking hell. “He absolutelyneverapologized.”