(The Marriage Groups)Elian by Vicktor Alexander Read Free Book Online Page B

contract and his stomach heave at the idea of him, a real man, being pregnant and delivering a child.
    Of course, those thoughts made him feel sufficiently horrified. He wasn’t one of those people. He didn’t look down on coraçãos, truly he didn’t. He didn’t think they were beneath him at all because they’d been chosen by the God Andalusia to keep their race going. He respected them, he was in awe of them, he just couldn’t imagine himself, or any other warrior for that matter, giving birth to anyone. Warriors and soldiers were too… butch, too masculine, too strong, and too… manly to give birth. Most of the coraçãos he knew where like Elian: short, thin, waif-like, very beautiful—heartbreakingly so—sweet, compassionate, and demure. Those were the things that perfectly described a coração. Corbin would be one of the first to admit that he was not short, thin, waif-like, sweet, demure, or compassionate. He was attractive, this he knew, but beautiful was probably pushing it.
    He rolled his eyes mentally at himself. He was a prutiz, thinking coraçãos were less than he because they gave birth. He let out a loud sigh as the carriage came to a stop in front of the gates of the palace. Perhaps he should talk to the palace’s doctor and see if there was anything he could do about fixing Corbin’s brain. He was married to a coração now; he couldn’t treat Elian like he was less than anyone else. Not only would it offend every coração he knew, but it would hurt Elian, and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt Elian. Not anything.
    Corbin grinned at the gasp that came from Elian’s lips as he looked up at the palace as the gates opened. The large building stretched wide and long enough to contain six floors, twelve wings, over sixty bedrooms, sixty five restrooms, four libraries, and a hall where all of the servants slept. There were also three kitchens, a large pool housed indoors, tennis courts, an oversized garden, maze, inspiration gardens, six sitting rooms, a royal museum with eight offices, ten studies, and four ballrooms. Three nurseries, all side by side, three playrooms, a training room, and an attic completed the massive residence.
    When he’d first shown up to the palace on the back of Nevin’s horse, Corbin had had the same reaction. The palace was beautiful in all its splendor, the grounds surrounding their home lush and full of fruit trees, flowers, and small ponds. Corbin always loved coming home. There was no greater feeling than riding into the gates of the palace and looking at the place he called home.
    Many people would think that with the palace being so huge and the grounds being so expansive that Corbin and his husbands would feel a little like they were living in a mausoleum, but they couldn’t be further from the truth. The original Cannington family had made sure to fill the palace with warmth and love, things that stayed behind and trickled down through every generation. The rooms that the Royal Marriage Group shared were all close together, the walls painted a deep gold color, the baseboards and trim a piercing white, the carpets a soft, thick gold. These colors flowed through all of the rooms except for the bedroom.
    The suite where the Royal Marriage Group slept had walls that were a deep dark cherry color, invoking feelings of passion, desire, and rest from all who stepped within its depths. The carpets were the same deep, dark cherry, the baseboards and the trim surrounding the room a walnut color, beautifully offsetting the vibrancy of the walls and the carpet. Sitting in the middle of the bedroom was a huge, king-sized four poster bed with red, sheer curtains surrounding it. The bed sat high in the middle of the room; four steps led up to the mattress. On the walls were photos of men engaged in various acts of copulation, the passionate words of the God Andalusia to his lovers engraved in the spaces between the frames.
    Every time Corbin walked into the bedroom