Tempted By The Knight (Medieval MFM Menage Romance) by Kalena Lyons

a likeness to a radiant rose; a fine ruby broach that gleamed in the sunlight, shining forth as an ebullient display of the queen’s signature color.
    “My queen,” Eirik declared, reaching forward to affix the broach to the lapel of Astrid’s day gown, “We procured this lovely scarlet gem for you from a jeweler in Paris.  We spent our own gold to secure this priceless jewel for you, our own jewel.  Our beloved Queen Astrid.”
    Magnus looked on with an abiding smile as Astrid stared with gaping lips and blatant admiration at her bejeweled token; one that grew more luminous still as it captured the light of the sun.
    “It—it’s so beautiful,” she breathed, her sturdy fingers fingering and caressing her newly given treasure. “I thank ye, my good men.”  She paused here, adding with a slight shrug, “I must admit, however, that I am quite surprised to discover that your mysterious, much promised gift takes the form of a broach pin.”  She finished these words on a flat, hard note that relayed her keen disappointment.
    The brothers laughed.
    “Rest assured, Miss, the broach is the first of many gifts we plan to offer you today,” Magnus assured her, adding as he planted his strong hands on her shoulders and turned her in his direction, “Milady, please know that my brother and I are always in your service. Not only in matters of state and council, but in personal matters as well. Know also that we hold you in the highest esteem and regard, and that we cherish you as a woman of intellect, grace, and timeless radiance.”
    “As such,” Eirik continued, whispering his own words at her back and subtly in her ear, “We would like to offer you as tribute today the most personal, intimate gifts we can give you today: our bodies and ourselves.”
    Astrid stiffened, her eyes flying wide as she considered these provocative words.
    “You mean to offer me your bodies for…personal services?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper as her eyes flew wide. 
    Magnus nodded.
    “Consider us your love servants, milady,” he purred, dark eyes flashing hot and seductive as he flexed his chest muscles for her approval.  “We pledge to do whatever you desire—whatever will fulfill your deepest desires and realize your every forbidden fantasy.”
    “Oh!” the good queen Astrid giggled in spite of herself then wondered a bit at this foreign sound. “Well the answer is yea, most definitely,” she paused here, adding as she spread her arms wide, “Yet I must say that, as long as I have been without a man’s attentions, I know not as to where to begin.”
    “Let us begin with a kiss.”
    Filling her outstretched arms, Magnus seized the queen’s lips in an intense, passionate kiss; his full, moist mouth rubbing against hers as his strong agile hands echoed their sublime motion, wrapping tight around her thick waist to draw her father inward.
    Swallowing her surprised gasp, the warrior lowered Astrid’s body slow and gentle into the grasses beneath them, her breasts crushing his rock hard chest as her wandering hands followed suit, touching and stroking the massive sun kissed surface of his magical pecs and abs.
    Even as her tongue ventured forward to intensify their kiss, Astrid took in her breath as a second pair of hands buried themselves in her sturdy, work worn shoulders, rubbing away all signs of tension as their ever attentive owner kissed and licked the back of her neck.  Eirik sent wicked chills down the base of her spine as he made to unbutton her sleek blue gown.
    As Magnus continued to kiss her senseless, all the while fondling her heaving breasts and tickling her tummy, his brother mimicked his motions on the bare skin of her back; his agile fingers rubbing and kneading her shoulders and back as his long, wet tongue coursed the length of her spine.
    “Aye milady, ye are beautiful,” Magnus whispered, sliding her gown and pantaloons down her long sturdy legs before depositing them on the ground