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

symbol and crest of the Clan of Sigrid. And both toted their lengthy sharp swords ever ready at their sides--always prepared to defend if needed the honor and dignity of their beloved clan and queen.
    The same queen that they now rushed forward to enshroud in a tender but muscle bound embrace.
    “Hello my love!” they both said at once, then laughed in spite of themselves as they held their lady close and tight between them.
    For just a moment the queen lost herself in the affections of her lovers devoted, basking in their tender touch, and the contrasting feel of their hard muscled bodies as they enshrouded her in a protective cocoon. She inhaled their light citrus tinged scent, felt the sweep of their lustrous hair at her shoulders, and finally collapsed into a rare fit of giggles as their full, moist lips showered her face and neck with endless adoring kisses.
    It was a momentary indulgence.
    “All right, then, Gentlemen, enough!” she chided them gentle, jumping from their grasp.
    Magnus shrugged.
    “Of course we mean no offense,” he frowned, adding as he exchanged uncertain glances with his equally baffled brother, “We do love having you in our company for this journey, milady. We value you, not only as our companion, but as an expert trader, boat captain….”
    “….and warrior!” Eirik interrupted, adding with a broad beam, “We quite enjoyed the way that you dispatched that cretin back in London, who tried to assault that innocent woman outside the city alehouse. You most certainly do have a—ahem—way with a sword.”
    Astrid grinned.
    “I’m bettin’ that lad will be singin’ soprano for quite some time,” she agreed with a grin, adding through gritted teeth, “As I recall from that eve, I celebrated that monumental victory on behalf of maidens everywhere by throwing back quite a bit of ale,” she paused here, adding as she grasped her forehead in a most dramatic fashion, “Ack, my achin’ head!”
    Exploding with laughter, Magnus and Eirik smiled at their queen with warm affection as they opened their arms to her.
    “We see it as our official duty to warm and comfort our queen,” Magnus declared, adding as he waggled his eyebrows to flirtatious effect, “Would you care to go below deck with us, so we can brighten your spirits a bit?”
    Astrid thought a moment, then shook her head.
    “As much as I would love, aye outright adore, that prospect right about now,” she admitted, waggling her eyebrows in kind return, “I feel that we must discuss something first. Before we sail for home, dear gents, I wish to discuss a matter of great seriousness with the both of you.”
    Eirik bit his lip.
    “Why, my queen?” he pressed her, adding as he inclined his head in her direction, “Did we do something wrong in your chamber last night? Aye, with all the ruckus you were makin’ right about midnight, we well assumed that we doing everything right.”
    Astrid grinned.
    “You both were perfect, as is usual,” she assured him, adding in a lower tone, “Tis simply that, well, in recent months I have been contemplating a major change in my life. It is a change that will impact not only my clan and myself, but the two of you, as well. Or, as I should say, the three of us.” She paused here, adding as she clutched her hands tight before her and squared her substantial shoulders, “After a blissful and very satisfying life spent as a maiden queen, I have made the monumental decision to enter the bonds of wedlock. I, dear gents, would like to marry—and as soon as heavenly possible.”
    Her beam dissolved as her two loyal lovers ducked their heads in unison, bracing their arms together in a show of mutual support as they shared a long, sad gaze of mutual condolence.
    “Aye, milady, we feared this day would come,” Magnus told her, adding as he shook his head from side to side, “We feared that someday you would choose to bind your life to a man—most likely a king or head of state from an