Two Queens In A King Size Bed Novels & Stories

“I look around me tonight and see the best of the best, Kings and queens amongst shifters. Mike may hold the title of royal beta, but he stepped in as acting king twice now. And Tobias, you turned down the Alpha position of the Kodiak Kingdom to serve Mathias, the king of kings. Rhett has proven he is the king of hunters and Finn is a king in his own right. “To me, you are all kings. Knight of the chosen one or not, you are all the Queen of shifter's Kings and rightly deserve to be treated as such.” “The Queens Kings,” Kellen says. “The Queens kings,” Mike repeats followed by Hunji, Finn, Tobias, Rostam, and Crimson. “And queens!” Morgan pouts. “Yes, and queens.” I chuckle at Morgan who I kn

The more private the better. Well, what do you know, his bedroom. Great, I can just slit his throat and then leave. No one would know he's dead because they will all think he's sleeping. Giving me time to leave this filthy hell hole. Except it's not filthy at all. His bedroom looks like something out of a magazine. Grey, white, and black are the themes. The king-size bed has a grey duvet draped over it with two pillows resting against the headboard. There's a bedside table on each side with only a lamp sitting on it. I wonder why he'd need two bedside tables but I don't ask. He's also got a balcony and I'm about to go have a look at it when I remember that I'm not here to explore. I spin aro

However, what she preferred was not the clothes in the wardrobe, but his thoughtful care for her. To the left of the cloakroom were Quinn's clothes, about a dozen suits, all in a silver-grey series. I didn't know why he had a particular fondness for this color series of clothing? The room inside was their bedroom, but this bedroom was still larger than the master bedroom they were living in now. Especially the super king-sized bed in the room, it was so wide and large that two people could roll around on it without falling off, presumably. Thinking of this, Isabella's cheeks turned red unconsciously again, she didn't even dare to look back at Quinn.

Aiden watched me expectantly with pleading eyes. "I would love that, but there's no room anymore." that was a lie, seeing as this king-sized bed in the room would fit at least six people. I thought it was weird that such a large bed was put in a room meant for two small kids until I heard Martha had specially designed the room for them. Then the ornateness and plush furniture finally made sense. A few times Lucas had joked that if it was left to his mother, Abby, Aiden and Zoey would be spoiled to rottenness. "Oh I think there's some room," he said calling my bluff and shifting closer. He did not even pretend to not want to be around me as I did.

It could easily house four people and then some. Over the bed, there was a white linen sheet hanging across the ceiling creating a heaven-like cloud. On the wall opposed the bed, there were two doors, and two on the other end, and between them was a fireplace, a smaller couch in front of it, and blankets warming the seats. I gulped, not daring to step inside. “What do you think?” I jumped and a small scream left my lips as I turned to see the Queen standing with her hand on her chest, right over her heart. Her brows were raised and a small, forced smile was forcing itself to stay on her face.

He leaves me alone to settle in and I take a moment to look around the room. It is cozy but reeks of wealth, he has a large queen size four poster bed, with grey, Egyptian cotton linen bedding. His walls are also grey, but in contrasting shades, making it both light and warm. It’s an odd effect but it works, especially when paired with the warm mahogany colour of the furniture.

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ Queen Caroline and Hazel walked to the bed chamber of King Achilles and met him taking a nap. Inside his bed chamber were two couches, a marbled floor, a plasma television and other electronics, a standing fan, a doormat made from lion’s skin, a table and sundries. Queen Caroline and Hazel sat on one of the couches. After sitting for about 50 seconds, Queen Caroline finally spoke. “Greetings, my king. A king doesn’t sleep; so I am sure you are conscious,” Queen Caroline said.

He mumbles. "Aiden. Don't forget these." He says tossing me the box of condoms. "How do you know that it's the right size?" I ask with a raise of my eyebrow. "Son, one thing I can tell you about the King men is that we don't lack in that department." He says and I roll my eyes. "That's a little weird, Dad. Night!" I say walking out. A small chuckle escapes my lips as I head up the stairs. I see mom coming out of my room as I'm about to open it.

"Good. Your Mistress should be more harsh than I am. She understands her slave better than I do. I'm going to go to sleep now. You slaves may continue to pleasure each other should you desire to do so, as long as you're not too noisy." I slept on the queen bed, while the three of them took the king size bed. I went to sleep listening to the muted sounds of feminine sighs and moans. It was quite relaxing, like a gentle rain upon the window. I fell asleep quickly.

She crossed her arms, clearly calling me out for what she thought was a lie. “Because it’s someone I know.” I was already annoyed and her tone wasn’t helping. “Listen, I have no interest in women who don’t want me. Forget a different room, I would let you sleep in a different hotel if you wanted. But if we want to pull this off, we cannot even take a room with two beds.” She looked around as if a bed would magically appear. On the bright side, the king-sized bed in the middle of the room was big enough for both of us to sleep in and still keep our distance. As long as my little wife wasn’t the kind to roll around, that is.