The Copper Horse #2 Pride by K.A. Merikan Read Free Book Online Page B

relaxed Frey seemed now, but he could understand that
being lavished with loving gestures by a group of beautiful ladies
for whom he seemed to be the center of the universe had to be
rewarding for any man.
    “Where is that
fucking dinner?” shouted the most mature looking of Frey’s wives.
She had a distinctive tattoo below her right eye. “Your master’s
hungry!”
    Erik was quick
to fill Reuben in. Peacock’s real name was Anita, and she was
barely sixteen, married to Frey for less than two months. The one
with the horrible accent was Emma, a former whore Erik’s brother
had met at a pub in London. Erik described her as a fellatrix
extraordinaire, though Reuben had no idea how could his master know
of her skill. Bryana, the one with the tattoo used to work for the
Dals before retiring into Frey’s bed. The tattoo was the work of a
jail guard. She disemboweled him on her first day out. Anabelle,
the last woman, was the quietest, but she still shone as brightly
as her fellow wives because of her flame-colored curls and a smile
that could melt even the coldest of hearts.
    With all the
chatter, it took another quarter of an hour for everyone to be
seated, and Reuben found it intimidating to actually join in like
an equal, since everyone knew he wasn’t, even with his hands free.
There was far too much cutlery to choose from, and all he could do
was look for cues from the other diners.
    “So he’s the
one who breeds horses?” asked Anita over the dinner table. Her gaze
transferred to Reuben. “And he’s the horse?”
    Reuben returned
her gaze but wasn’t sure if he should answer. His palms were
sweating, and Frey’s presence wasn’t helping either.
    “He’s a horse
that takes it up the ass!” Emma laughed, and Reuben’s heart sank
all the way to the floor.
    “Please, not at
the dinner table.” Anabelle sighed, looking as noble and pretty as
one would expect from a proper lady.
    Frey just
grumbled something and gorged on his steak.
    “He’s
outstanding at it, dear Emma.” Erik nodded at her with a smile and
gathered some of the meat and potatoes on his fork only to gently
lift it to Reuben’s lips. “I’m sure none of you could ever
compete.”
    This Reuben knew how to deal with, even if it was in public. He took the
food without question, looking up to his master just for a second.
His face must have been beet-red by now, he was sure of it.
    It seemed Emma
wanted to say something, but the youngest wife interrupted her.
“His hair is really interesting, like a real horse mane.”
    “It is very
soft too. You may touch it if you want,” Erik said, eating a
forkful of food himself. He fed Reuben with the same fork, and it
felt like a strangely intimate gesture, especially with Erik’s
family watching.
    The girl gasped
and pushed her chair back, but Frey grabbed her hand. “That’s
enough, Anita. You will not touch it.”
    “But he seems
awfully pleasant!” She pouted but pulled back the chair without
protest.
    Bryana snorted
into her wineglass, her gaze tracing Reuben’s form with
unmistakable interest. “I wouldn’t mind a pet like that. We could
have him castrated so that none of us gets a belly from him,” she
teased Frey, reaching towards him under the table.
    Reuben stilled,
clutching his thighs together. Oh God . He hoped Erik would
never consider something so horrible. Reuben valued his balls.
    Frey just shook
his head. “You really are a devil, my love.” He smiled at her, and
Reuben could imagine that it was something she was doing under the
table that made him so happy. “Maybe we’ll buy him off my brother
when he’s bored with his toy. But I’m afraid we’d have to take his
cock away too. Can’t have that in the house.”
    Reuben pressed
his thighs together even tighter. The conversation had killed his
appetite.
    “Not a chance.
I rather like his cock and balls,” Erik said, slipping a round
chunk of bread into his mouth with a loud pop.
    Anabelle
scowled. “Erik, why do