PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Wolf Tango (Threesome Menage New Adult) (Paranormal and Urban Shifter Short Stories) Read Online Free

the butler, who had positioned himself near the baranswered, “Yes M’lord, and for the gentlemen?” Mathew raised not an eyebrow, “Thank you Gibson, Mr. Connolly and I will have the same.” Placing three brandy goblets and a decanter on an ornate silver tray he placed them before Sir William. “Thank you Gibson, that will be all,” said Sir William. Gibson backed from the room replying, “Very well M’lord.” Picking up the decanter the Laird poured three very liberal measures saying, “We won’t stand on ceremony lads, please feel free to help yourselves.” A considerate and informed host, he plied us with sherry and regaled us with hunting stories from his youth in Scotland. He was was also a fund of information about the clans, both here and overseas, and how we were connected with each other. Whilst not having met either of our immediate families he knew of them and that both Joshua and I were of royal blood. Smilingly, he admitted to the source of his extensive clan knowledge and of our families. “Dunlevy Castle is the protector of clan history in the Americas gentleman, and I have been the clan historian for almost a century. When I was informed of your names I took the liberty of searching the archives to become better acquainted with my future guests. Ahh, welcome my dear,” This last, to the apparition entering via a door at the far end of the room. Truly a vision of loveliness in a floor length, saffron colored silk gown, she literally glided toward us. She had golden tresses piled high in an ornate coiffure pinned with platinum combs which glittered and flashed as the fine beams of sunlight filtering through the window drapery flicked over them. “Thank you Uncle William,” purred the big beautiful woman. Turning, she bestowed a radiant smile upon us each in turn and in the same dreamy purr continued, “I do apologize for keeping you waiting gentleman.” Leaping to our feet each trying to outdo the other even the usually urbane and suave Matthew was stuttering. “Err yes. I mean no. No, not at all Mam.” Joshua’s mouth was opening and closing but no sound was forthcoming. “Allow me to introduce my Ward gentlemen, Princess Penelope Worthington. Penelope, this is Prince Joshua Connolly and Prince Mathew Dalgarty of New York, They are your escorts to the East Coast.” Obviously accustomed to gallant, and initially tongue tied young men, the princess smilingly requested, “Do sit down gentlemen please, you are so tall my neck is getting a crick in it looking up at you.” Obeying instantly and in unison, Joshua and I sat, neither of us taking our eyes from the most beautiful woman either of us had ever beheld. She was also one of the tallest, even seated; her dark emerald green eyes were on the same level as our own. “Will you take a sherry my dear,” asked Sir William. Pouring his exquisitely divine ward a drink he nudged a small button on the table near his knee summoning the ever subservient Gibson and commanding. “You may serve the soup now Gibson.”  Every course was a sensation, Cream of chicken soup with tender grain fed birds from his own flock, stuffed partridge and pigeon, Lamb roasted and basted with mint sauce, a delicate pumpkin pie, a truffle soufflé so light it almost floated into your mouth unaided, and a mulberry pie with a tender crust that melted in your mouth which was topped with pure whipped cream from his own cows that morning. And none of it registered with the boys, they might well have been eating bangers and mash at a jetty on the Thames in London. Wisely sitting back and watching the dynamics between the three young people at his table, the Laird was intrigued by the fact that both Mathew and Joshua seemed equally smitten with his delightful ward, and unless he was grossly mistaken, she with both of them. “Oh to be young again,” he thought, he was going to miss Penelope’s quiet intelligence and far reaching, fireside evening conversations.
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