The Beast (Black Dagger Brotherhood #14) - J. R. Ward Page 0,96

from his cousins.

Throe remained silent.

Assail stepped through the jambs. Against the wall by the door, there were a series of make-up stations, no doubt for refreshings for the females after the sessions, and also a series of pegs on which to hang one’s clothes. There were two doors over to the left, both painted the dark gray hue of the stone, one with the word Females on it in cursive, the other with Males written in block lettering.

“And now we have dessert,” Naasha said in a husky voice as she reached behind her back and unzipped her gown. “I volunteer to be consumed first.”

As the dress fell to the floor, her body was revealed in all its nude glory, her high, tight breasts so very creamy, her smooth sex but a cleft between her long, slender legs. She kept her diamonds on and they twinkled like stars in moonlight, and when she released her hair from its chignon, her midnight locks were a striking contrast to her tan skin.

“Shut the goddamn door,” Assail commanded without looking behind himself.

When the creak of those hinges announced that someone had followed instructions, he took three strides over to her. In close proximity now, he watched her ruby lips part and her breasts pump with anticipation.

He smiled at her.

Then he grabbed her by the back of the neck and roughly escorted her over to one of the bedding platforms. Her breasts swayed as he pushed her down on all fours, her sex toward the assembled, her legs not parted enough, so he forced her knees wider by jerking her thighs open. Her core glistened with arousal, her scent like perfume in the air.

“Ehric, Evale,” he gritted out. “Drop your kits.”

His cousins wasted no time in getting naked, their alacrity as much from their willingness to take orders from him as it was from their having not been with a female for some time.

Both of them were fully erect as he motioned them to come over.

“You,” he said, pointing to Ehric. “Here.”

He pointed to that slit, and his cousin was on it in an instant, mounting the female from behind, his hips driving in as Naasha groaned and arched her back.

And then all Assail had to do was nod and Evale got with the program, going around and muffling the female’s grunts and groans with his rather large anatomy.

“And now you?” somebody proposed to him.

As one of the females sidled up and put her hand on his shoulder, he recognized her as the blonde who had kept her stare on him all through dinner.

“Let us enjoy—”

He pointedly removed her touch. “Get in line for my cousins.”

Stepping away, he found a bench over by the bathrooms to sit on, and as he crossed his legs, he watched the show, the females disrobing and feeling one another up, bodies lying out on the platforms, heads and arms intertwining with legs and breasts.

“Do not tell me this is from some misplaced puritanism.”

At the dry words, he glanced up at Throe. The male was still fully clothed, but going by the length straining at the fly of his tuxedo pants, that was not going to last.

Assail bared his fangs in a smile. “I have never developed a taste for fast food. It’s rather common for my appetites regardless of how noble it wishes to appear.”

“That wasn’t the case last night.” Throe leaned down and smiled, likewise revealing his canines. “I believe you quite enjoyed your time in the parlor.”

“Tell me, is Xcor aware of your presence here?”

Throe eased back, calculation narrowing his eyes. “For a businessman, you seem curious about much that does not concern you.”

“It’s a simple question.”

In the background, someone came hard, and Assail glanced over. Ehric and Evale had shifted things around, the pair of them double-penetrating Naasha’s well-used sex, one underneath her on his back, the other mounting her on top. A female had joined in and the madam of the house was suckling on a set of voluptuous, pink-nippled breasts.

“Xcor and I have ended our association, shall we say.”

Assail refocused on the male. “Breaking up is sooo hard to do.”

“His interests and mine did not align any further. He shall not relent in his pursuit of the throne.”

“Indeed.” Assail carefully tracked the male’s features, searching for signs of tension. “And you are now here for how long?”

“I know not. And I care not. I have had an extended, brutal sojourn in the company of savages, and I crave the civilized in the manner of