WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPICIT SEXUAL CONTENT.
No Rest for the King Part 1
King Holden sat at his desk in his bedchambers on the fourth floor, still in his gym clothes and hunched over the computer. He combed through his family’s history for the hundredth time, but nothing out of the ordinary turned up.
So far, Jacob was the only illegitimate royal Holden had found. Over the past few days, he had grown fond of his new stepbrother, watching him settle into his bodyguard duties, stand by his side in court, and share sweat and easy conversation with him in the royal gym.
Downstairs, Summer changed into something more casual and moved briskly through the halls, making sure everything was ready for the private club she and Holden were hosting. They hadn’t managed to put one on in a longwhile, thanks to the demands of parenting and everything else.
Michelle and Colt were already gone for the night. They were in Glimmerbrook with their new stepuncle Jacob, the nanny, and butler Louann to visit their only surviving grandmother.
So with a flick of her wand, Summer set the last of the food in place. The magic accomplished in seconds what would have taken the staff an hour by hand.
Then the doorbell rang, even though a few minutes remained before the party was set to officially begin.
Summer crossed from the kitchen, through the hall, to the main door and pulled it open. Outside the castle stood a woman with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a braid, wearing a green crop top draped over one shoulder and a boldly patterned blue skirt.
“Hello, your majesty,” said the woman, offering a small and uncertain smile. “I thought a butler would answer the door.”
“There usually is,” Summer answered, brushing off the formality with an easy smile. “But the king and I would rather keep this private. Besides, our butler has the day off today. Come in and tell me your name.”
The woman stepped into the castle and followed Summer to the family room, her eyes drifting over the high ceilings and warm lighting.
“My name is Leila,” she said. “I’m fairly new to these sex clubs.”
“I know that it seems intimidating at first,” said Summer as she glanced back at the woman with a reassuring look. “But you’ll get used to it.”
She checked the time on her phone and added, “So, you’re early.”
“Well, I had to track this place down,” said Leila, looking around the family room. “A friend gave me your info. They used to come here before they started seeing their current boyfriend.”
“We only rely on word of mouth, as you can probably guess,” said Summer, nodding with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
“Of course, privacy,” Leila said, a quiet laugh escaping her throat. “What happens in this castle tonight stays here.”
“That reminds me,” Summer said, her eyes lighting up with sudden recollection. “We still have a waiver for new people to sign. I’ll go get it, it’s in the kitchen.”
However, just before Summer could step into the kitchen, another doorbell rang. She turned and answered it instead.
“Come in and make yourself at home,” said Summer. “I’ll just be a minute.”
A few minutes later, she returned with a pen and paper in hand.
Summer handed her the paper. “Here you go.”
“Thank you, your majesty,” Leila said as she made her way to the bar in the family room and settled onto a stool to sign the waiver. She read the page carefully, before she signed her name at the bottom and handed it back.
Around them, more people crowded into the family room.
Leila handed the signed paper back without saying a word.
“Thank you.” Summer took the paper from her.
Just then, Holden entered the room, his attention drawn first to his wife across the space, then to the woman beside her. The stranger’s hair was the same color and length as Summer’s. But while his wife’s fell in loose curls, while this woman wore hers in a braid draped over one shoulder.
Summer’s gold shirt shimmered under the chandelier as she leaned in, listening intently to whatever Leila was saying. Behind them, ice clinked softly against glass and the low hum of conversation filled the room. Holden ran a hand through his hair, wondering who the new guest was and what had captured Summer’s attention so completely.
“Well, hello, ladies,” Holden said, flashing his easy, practiced charm as he crossed the room toward them. His eyes lingered on Leila just a moment longer than courtesy demanded. “And who do we have here?”
“Hi, honey,” Summer said. “This is Leila. It’s her first time here.”
Holden extended a hand to Leila, his smile warm and unhurried. “Well, Leila, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope my wife’s been treating you well.”
Leila bowed to him. “A pleasure to meet you, your highness.”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Holden said, waving off the formality with a grin. “You don’t need to be so formal. It’s a casual place, so make yourself at home.”
“I’m going to mingle for a bit,” Summer said, before she turned toward the crowd.
“I’m going to get something to eat,” Holden said, already turning toward the kitchen.
While there, he grabbed a plate and began making his way around the room. As he greeted other members of his private club and exchanged a few words here and there, the easy rhythm of hosting settled over him.
But as he spoke with other guests, Holden noticed Leila standing alone in the middle of the room.
She subtly shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her green crop top, which already revealed one bare shoulder, drew attention to the delicate freckles dusting her skin like scattered cinnamon.
Holden watched from the family room entrance as other club members moved past Leila.
Then his attention swept around the room and landed on Summer, who was already in full social butterfly mode, laughing and chatting with their guests. She looked up, and something passed between them, like an electrical current, before she turned back to her conversation.
Someone else from the party interrupted Holden’s thoughts before he could act. It was Sebastian, a regular at these types of parties.
They chatted for a while, though Holden only half listened. His mind kept drifting back to Leila.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Holden said, still chewing a bite from his plate. “I just need to go talk to a few more people.”
Leila caught sight of Holden crossing the room toward her. His easy charm was evident with every step. A flush crept up her cheeks as she found herself shyly flirting back before she’d even decided to.
“Why aren’t you mingling, Leila?” asked Holden.
“Your highness, I don’t know anybody here,” said Leila.
Holden hesitated, then set his plate on the coffee table without another word.
The shift was subtle but immediate. His movements became deliberate and unhurried, like something that was restrained finally letting go.
Around them, the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses seemed to fade. The rest of the party dissolved into background noise as his focus settled fully on her.
“It’s Holden,” he corrected, his voice dropping to a low and rumbling tone. “I know this is your first time here, so don’t be nervous. Everyone knows each other here. But I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine.”
He leaned in closer, with his breath warm against her ear as he spoke softly. “If you want, we can go somewhere private so we can be alone.”
Leila first considered the offer, and then answered in a husky voice, “Lead the way.”
The corners of Holden’s mouth twitched into a smirk. He didn’t offer her his arm like a courtly gentleman. Instead, he let his fingers brush the small of her back, and guided her through the crowd as they moved away from the main gathering.
Together, they climbed a flight of stairs with the sounds of the party fading behind them until it was little more than a muffled heartbeat far below.
The castle stretched all around them, with the glass walls catching the moonlight as they passed.
Holden led her up to the second floor, only to stop in the hallway just outside the stateroom.
He put his arm around her, drawing her close to him. He held her gaze for a second before he kissed her.
Her lips parted, with a silent invitation he didn’t hesitate to accept. The kiss was soft at first, then it deepened with a sudden and hungry intensity.
Her hands slid to the back of his neck, wrapping her fingers around each strand of his hair to pull him closer to her.
He pulled back just enough to take her in. Her face was flushed and her lips were swollen from the kiss.
Then they came together again, but this time Holden eased down onto his back on the cushions as Leila settled on top of him in anotherlover's embrace.
“May I join you two?” a woman’s voice asked, in front of them.
Holden looked up to see his wife, Summer. She was standing over them with an easy and knowing smile.
However, a flicker of disappointment crossed Leila’s face before she could hide it.
“Sure, why not,” said Holden with a smile of his own.
Summer sat between them on the couch. She turned to her husband and kissed him with an intensity that left no question about her intentions. She then curled her fingers into the front of his shirt.
After a few moments, Holden’s hands found Summer’s waist as he pulled her closer to him.
Then Summer broke the kiss, and her inviting gaze shifted from her husband to Leila.
“Don’t be shy,” she murmured, with her husky voice.
Leila didn’t need to be told twice. She leaned in, her lips finding Summer’s. It was a different kind of kiss than the one she’d shared with King Holden. It was softer, more exploratory, and unhurried in a way that let her linger over each sensation as their tongues intertwined with each other.
Then Summer finally pulled back. Her hands cupped Leila’s face, with her thumbs stroking the other woman’s cheeks.
Holden watched both of them with a low thrum of satisfaction building in his chest. The sight of the two women together stirred something hungrier in him, that he can'texplain.
Instinctively, his hands found the curve of Summer’s spine, and traced downward with a slow and deliberate pressure.
The two women then broke apart, and Summer’s hands moved underneath Leila’s green crop top. She reached for the hem and, with a gentle tug, pulled it over her head, revealing Leila’s full breasts.
Holden took his shirt off and switched positions with Summer. It was his turn to kiss Leila, deeper this time, as their tongues twirled around inside each other’s mouths.
At the same time, one of his hands trailed down the length of her body, feeling every inch of her skin. Then it moved back up to lightly pinch her nipple, before kneading her breast. His other hand did the same, gently torturing Leila, as she let out a small sigh of sensational relief.
Then his kisses trailed from her mouth along her neck, and over her collarbone. All the way down until his mouth found one of her nipples, tasting it and drawing soft gasps from her lips. He then moved to the other nipple doing the same thing.
Leila felt the cool air in the castle hallway, giving her goosebumps on her skin, which was a stark contrast to the heat building inside of her from the king’s mouth softly biting and licking her.
Summer shed all of her clothes, revealing her perfect hourglass shape. She sat back against the couch cushions, watching the two of them with a quiet and satisfied hunger in her.
Holden finally pulled back, as he rose to his feet and took in the sight of both women together.
“You both are just...” he started, but the words got caught in his throat.
Summer smiled with a predatory grin curving her lips. “Just what, honey?”
“Everything,” he finished, with a low growl in his voice.
Leila stood up, grabbed her skirt, and pulled it down until it fell around her feet. She stepped out of it, then slid her panties off, as she revealed the rest of her naked body to the king and queen.Then she sat back down on the sofa next to Summer.
Holden’s hungry eyes moved over both women, as he undid his pants and let them fall, revealing his hard cock.
Summer gestured for Leila to get on top of her, facing Holden on the couch. Leila did as she was told, as she positioned herself between them.
Holden knelt on the couch in front of them and put himself between the two women’s legs. Slowly, he bent down, letting his breath warm against Leila’s pussy, before he started to taste her with his tongue. He began making circles around the area, which soon made her gasp.
At the same time, he finger fucked his own wife at the bottom with one hand. He slid into her slick warmth with an ease born of countless intimate encounters. Summer arched against his touch, as a soft moan escaping her lips. She intertwined her fingers with Leila’s on both sides of the couch to steady each other while Holden licked and thrust into them both with euphoria.
Then Summer let go of Leila’s hand and started to roam her body, taking her time to explore every curve of this stranger. She could feel the tension coiling in Leila’s muscles, as her body began to tremble with the buildup of pleasure. Yet, at the same time, Summer moans in ecstacy at every thrust Holden makes with his fingers into her pussy.
“Just let go,” Summer whispered into Leila’s ear. “We’ve got you.”
And with those words, Leila did. The wave of her orgasm intensely crashed over her. Her cries echoed in the grand hallway with a raw and beautiful sound that was swallowed by the silent space.
As Holden lapped up her juices, a look of pure and unadulterated satisfaction crossed his face as he got up off his knees.
He stretched out his arms as he rose, revealing his flexed muscles. Summer looked at him with desire and locked eyes with him over Leila’s shoulder. This silent communication between them was an electric current that arced across the space.
Leila’s body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her pleasure. She caught her breath and felt the heat of Summer’s body against her back, and the weight of Holden’s gaze on them both.
“Both of you, turn around,” he directed, as his eyes went dark with desire. Both women shifted, as one of them got off the other, changing positions at his command.
They repositioned themselves on the couch, this time with Summer on top of Leila. They have theirs backs turned toward him, as they leaned on the backrest of the sofa, so that he can see their wet pussies stacked on top of each other.
Holden grabbed a condom that was on the coffee table, and opened the package. He then rolled it onto his cock with steady hands.
He positioned himself behind them with his hands on Summer’s hips. He slowly put his cock inside first in Summer’s pussy. Soon, his hips found a steady rhythm, pulling back before pushing deep into her. As he moved back and forth, Summer moaned, as she let her head fall onto Leila’s shoulder.
This contact created a circuit of sensation between the two women. As she desperately waited for Holden to invade her, Leila’s hands gently stroked Summer’s arms.
Holden’s thrusts deepened with the steady rhythm giving way to something faster and more demanding as Summer’s body responded to him. It became hypnotic and primal, like it was syncing to the beat of their own drum.
Summer’s moans grew louder as she felt every thrust indirectly. He could feel her body clenching around him.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock out and moved it down to enter Leila’s pussy. She too cried out as the full sensation sent another jolt of pleasure through her. Holden fucked her with the same intensity he’d shown Summer.
Then he switched back to fucking Summer for a few minutes, and then Leila. His movements became a rhythmic dance of pulsing heartbeats shared between their bodies.
He went back and buried himself deep once again in Summer’s welcoming warmth. He felt her muscles clench around him in response. Then, just as Summer’s moans became more intense. He would then withdraw and slide his cock into Leila’s pussy again, which drew a sharp cry from her lips.
The room was filled with a symphony of moans and the slap of skin on skin. This was punctuated by the creak of leather beneath them.
After a while, the rhythmic dance shifted once more, as their bodies glistened with sweat in the dim hallway light.
Holden was exhausted yet energized at the same time. So he sat on the couch with his muscular chest rising and falling with every breath he took.
But he knew this wasn’t over as Summer soon straddled his hips. Her movements became fluid and deliberate as she lowered herself onto his throbbing cock. This was the perfect angle, as he hit that deep and satisfying spot inside her that made her gasp. She continued to ride him with her hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm. Then she leaned to the side and found Leila’s lips in a passionate kiss.
Leila was lost in her own haze of pleasure. Her tongue was dueling with Summer’s as one of her hands explored the other woman’s breasts. Leila’s other hand drifted down her own pussy, which was still sensitive from Holden’s earlier touch. She rubbed her clit in slow and deliberate circles with the pressure mounting to a second wave of pleasure deep within her.
Then Summer rose and got off of her husband with a knowing smirk playing on her lips. She guided the other woman to take her place.
Leila sank down onto Holden’s cock, and the sudden fullness drew another sharp moan from her lips. She began to move, and found her rhythm, once again. Holden’s hands gripped her hips, guiding and urging her on.
But even as she fucked him, Leila’s lips were locked with Summer’s.
Holden’s cock throbbed with every thrust and every soft moan. For him the sight of his wife kissing another person, was the ultimate aphrodisiac, which pushed him to the brink of his own release.
Once Leila finished riding the king, she got off of him in this fluid dance of passion.
Holden then lay down on the couch as his broad frame sank into the plush cushions. Summer positioned herself above him. Her slick pussy quivered as she guided herself down his cock, which made his breath hitch.
Not wanting to be left out, Leila lowered herself onto Holden’s face. The scent of her arousal filled his senses as she straddled his waiting mouth.
Holden soon lost himself in a symphony of touch, taste, and sound. This was all because of the slick and tight heat of Summer enveloping him, which grew more demanding as her passion intensified. There was also the intoxicating taste and scent of Leila above him. Her essence flooded his palate as his tongue explored every fold and ridge of hers. He could also hear their kisses above him, blending in with their escalating moans of pleasure.
Summer’s hands braced against his chest as she rode him in moments of intense sensation. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements in a rhythm that matched the flicking of his tongue against Leila’s pussy. The three of them moved together as one, driven by a single, pulsing need that spoke in a language beyond words.
He could feel the pressure building and tightening in his groin as it sent tremors through his entire body. His hips began to move with more urgency as instinct took over. He knew he was close to the edge of coming.
Summer seemed to sense it too. Her movements became more deliberate. Her muscles tensing as she began to ride him harder and faster, causing her breasts to bounce with each movement.
Leila ground her hips against his face, pulling him closer and deeper into her.
Summer cried out her own release, as her body shuddered and her inner walls clenched around him.
Then Leila’s own cries soon filled the hallway. Her body went rigid, then collapsed as she trembled with the force of her orgasm.
Then Holden came with a final powerful thrust that sent him deep inside Summer. The pleasure was an overwhelming and all-consuming wave that crashed over him.
For a long moment, the three of them were a tangled and sweaty heap of limbs. Their ragged breathing was the only sound left in the room.
After a while, they slowly began to pull apart from each other. As they all got off the couch, they all looked at each other with a shared and satisfied smile on their faces.
The party wound down as the final guests said their goodbyes. One by one, the sounds of laughter and conversation faded from the halls. Holden and Summer made their way to their bedchamber together with the satisfaction of the night still lingering between them.
It was late when Jacob and Louann returned to the castle, with each of them carrying a sleepy little royal on their shoulder. Louann held Michelle, who had drifted off during the ride home, while Jacob carried Colt. They quietly made their way through four flights of stairs, with Louann leading the way, while Jacob was behind.
By the time they got to the top floor of the castle, they entered the nursery, which was just around the corner. Jacob put Colt in his crib, and Louann tucked Michelle into her own bed, all without making too much sound.
After saying her goodnights to the children, Louann headed home for the evening. Jacob retreated to his own bedchamber and fell asleep.
However, the peace didn’t last long. The shrill blare of the burglar alarm ripped through the castle, and woke up every adult with a jolt.
Holden grabbed his phone and immediately called the police. At the same time, he ran down two flights of stairs, with his bare feet slapping against the marble steps. Summer and Jacob were close behind him, running on pure adrenaline.
As soon as they reached the second-floor stateroom, they found it empty with no robber in sight.
“They must have left when they heard the alarm,” shouted Holden as the alarm was still blaring and refused to shut off.
Jacob went to the alarm to disarm it. Then there were a few seconds of silence until the alarm went back on again. He tried to turn it off again, but this time unsuccessfully.
“Why wouldn’t this fucking thing shut off?” yelled Jacob as he fumbled with the panel.
Suddenly, a masked figure bolted across the stateroom toward the double glass doors. On instinct, Summer raised her wand, and Jacob tensed as he wanted to run after the guy. But Holden quickly brought both of his hands up, on each side of him, blocking both of them from casting a spell and beating someone up.
“Don’t,” said Holden. “I’ve already called the police, and they are on their way.”
Both Summer and Jacob were disappointed that they didn’t stop the robber from getting away. But because of what happened to his uncle a few weeks ago, they trusted Holden on his decision.
Moments later, police sirens wailed through the night, and immediately, the alarm fell silent.
The three of them went to the hallway balcony on the second floor to watch the scene unfold below. The cops finally caught and cuffed the burglar in the moonlit courtyard.
Down below, as the cops shoved the burglar into the back of the cruiser, one of the officers glanced up at the balcony and offered a crisp salute to the king watching from above. Holden straightened and returned the gesture.
With that excitement finally over, all three of them were exhausted and made their way back to bed in their private chambers.
