Bondslave (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards #1 ) by Georgia Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

first."
    "Of course you did, no one would deny it, little brother. No need to puff out your chest and strut like a cockerel."
    "I'm sure there is plenty to go around."
    "Would you leave us all to go hungry while you feast? Fine brother you are."
    "Save some little crumb for us, if you can spare it."
    More guffaws of laughter followed this and even Raul chuckled, shaking his head. His hand squeezed her waist. "I might not leave any for you. I might acquire a ravenous taste for this dish."
    "Remember you're a d'Anzeray. We share the spoils."
    Princesa was amused. They would fight over her like a toy, it seemed. So much for big grown men. Big, eager-eyed, handsome, lusty men. So many of them.
    She swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together, trying to deny the heaviness of wanton desire throbbing there at the thought of being surrounded by their powerful bodies.
    "Don't worry," Raul muttered, "I have not forgotten how we agreed to share. I know the way of things. But she owes me for taking her in and I have not even had her pussy yet."
    The brothers all looked at him in sheer disbelief.
    "Not fully," he clarified.
    There was another pause and then Salvador said softly, "Savoring her, eh? Then you should go first, of course, little brother."
    The air in the hall had changed again now, thickened with a primal humidity.
    Raul's hand swept from her waist to her hip. "We should ask Princesa."
    She looked at him in surprise. " Ask me?"
    Every eye around the table was watching her. She felt their admiration like invisible hands caressing her skin and her hair. Raul's fingertips pressing into her hip did nothing to quell the desire building in her pussy.
    "No man has ever asked," she said, her voice sounding silly and nervous to her ears. "Men take."
    Raul raised a finger to her cheek and swept a stray hair back behind her ear. "The d'Anzeray do not need to take women against their will."
    She studied his face solemnly. "Why? I suppose women have no will around you. They must be struck dumb as soon as they see your enormous cocks!"
    The brothers laughed, and Raul smiled. "See how mouthy she is, brothers? The burden I have taken on." He dropped his hand from her face to her knee and then slowly gathered her gown up, sliding the rough sackcloth over her thigh. "But her nether mouth speaks sweeter words." Her pressed his hand between her legs and would surely feel the moisture there.
    Princesa knew she blushed.
    "Well, bondslave, are you willing to be shared?" he asked huskily.
    She was puzzled. Earlier he had said she was his, inferring that he would not share her. Was he now taunted into it by his brothers, particularly the elder two? "What do you want, master?" She had promised to be a good, obedient slave, and perhaps this was another test to see if he might keep her and trust her.
    A fluttering flame stretched in her belly, starting deep inside her pussy and tickling until she had to fidget on Raul's knee, trying to ease the tension between her thighs.
    "You are restless, slave," he muttered, slipping a fingertip into her mouth and letting her suck the grease from it.
    She kept her countenance innocent. Or so she hoped.
    "Perhaps you would like to bathe while we are here?" he suggested softly.
    Oh, to bathe! Yes. She nodded. He reclaimed his finger and trailed the wet tip of it around her nipple where it pricked against her rough gown.
    Around the table his brothers fell silent, all watching.
    Suddenly it had become very hot on that winter's day.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Raul knew his brothers were observing his slave with curiosity and lust. Since they all had similar tastes in women it was not unusual for conquests to be shared amongst them, and he knew his brothers would not hurt her. On the contrary. The d'Anzeray were skilled lovers taught by the best whores in France —wenches hired for them by their father as soon as they turned sixteen. Guillaume believed a man should be well-rounded in his abilities, skilled in the bedchamber