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white and gold silk and gauze hanging down to surround it, giving it an ethereal glow. The bed sat on a platform with four steps leading to the top and to Elian’s eyes, the bed was another throne he would be expected to perform his duties from.
Against another wall, four large dressers stood, gold wood with silver handles. Against the opposite wall there were four doors, and Elian found himself heading toward them without conscious thought on his part. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the polished silver doorknob and turned, pulling the door open. He gasped as he saw the large, walk-in dressing room. Turning, he stared in awe at his husbands, who all looked at him, smiling fondly. He shook his head in wonder and turned back to the other doors, finding the same thing behind each one.
Turning towards the bed, Elian saw a door nestled at the very end of the wall next to the dressers. Quirking a brow at his silent husbands, Elian hurried toward the door, not sure what he was going to find and unsure of what he actually wanted to find. The expansive, glorious black and silver colors of the room spoke to him, stirring something deep within and the sterling silver faucets made him smile.
“How did you know?” he whispered softly.
“How did we know what?” Gaige asked, his voice just as soft as Elian’s, almost reverent.
Elian turned to face his husbands, all three burly, beefy men seeming to fill the space of the bathroom around him, making it seem intimate rather than suffocating. He smiled at them, some of the nervousness and fear over what was sure to happen between them that night starting to dissipate slightly. These were not bad men and they would be gentle with him, the softness in their eyes apparent and warming his soul. Andalusia had not chosen wrong when he’d picked Nevin, Corbin, and Gaige for Elian, and for the first time since he’d turned to see the kings at the soiree house, Elian felt anticipation course through his veins.
“How did you know that black and silver were my favorite colors?” he asked with a small smile.
Nevin looked at the other two men and then back at Elian. “I wish we could take credit for that, love, but we didn’t know it was your favorite color. We all just came up with it about six months ago when we had it redone. They just seemed like the right colors to choose.”
Elian nodded and turned to look back at the bathroom. One side held a shower. Nozzle surrounded the interior and it was large enough to fit five big men. On the other side sat a large tub waiting for the Royal Marriage Group to sit within. To cleanse themselves and to grow closer with the intimacy of bathing. An image rose, unbidden, to Elian’s mind’s eye, of him in the tub with his husbands, all of them wet, soapy, and naked, touching each other, arousing and inflaming the senses.
He cleared his throat and lowered his hand to his groin to discreetly press on the erection that had hardened there. Conjuring an image of his parents looking at him sternly, Elian breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his hardness slowly start to soften. Turning back around, he found himself the subject of his husbands’ gazes. Looking down to see if anything was amiss and finding nothing, Elian looked back up at the other men, quirking an eyebrow at them. When neither of them spoke, he shrugged and walked past them back into the bedroom.
Coming to a stop in the middle of the room, Elian nibbled on his lower lip, trying to figure out how to ask for what he needed. Mainly a way of communicating with Tabansi as soon as possible.
Corbin cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Well, we’ll let you get settled in a bit. You’re probably feeling a little overwhelmed. We’ll give you a tour of the palace and the grounds later. Your clothes were delivered earlier. Your dressing room is the second from the right. There’s a writing desk and a telephone within if you want to call anyone. We’ll see you back here
Against another wall, four large dressers stood, gold wood with silver handles. Against the opposite wall there were four doors, and Elian found himself heading toward them without conscious thought on his part. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of the polished silver doorknob and turned, pulling the door open. He gasped as he saw the large, walk-in dressing room. Turning, he stared in awe at his husbands, who all looked at him, smiling fondly. He shook his head in wonder and turned back to the other doors, finding the same thing behind each one.
Turning towards the bed, Elian saw a door nestled at the very end of the wall next to the dressers. Quirking a brow at his silent husbands, Elian hurried toward the door, not sure what he was going to find and unsure of what he actually wanted to find. The expansive, glorious black and silver colors of the room spoke to him, stirring something deep within and the sterling silver faucets made him smile.
“How did you know?” he whispered softly.
“How did we know what?” Gaige asked, his voice just as soft as Elian’s, almost reverent.
Elian turned to face his husbands, all three burly, beefy men seeming to fill the space of the bathroom around him, making it seem intimate rather than suffocating. He smiled at them, some of the nervousness and fear over what was sure to happen between them that night starting to dissipate slightly. These were not bad men and they would be gentle with him, the softness in their eyes apparent and warming his soul. Andalusia had not chosen wrong when he’d picked Nevin, Corbin, and Gaige for Elian, and for the first time since he’d turned to see the kings at the soiree house, Elian felt anticipation course through his veins.
“How did you know that black and silver were my favorite colors?” he asked with a small smile.
Nevin looked at the other two men and then back at Elian. “I wish we could take credit for that, love, but we didn’t know it was your favorite color. We all just came up with it about six months ago when we had it redone. They just seemed like the right colors to choose.”
Elian nodded and turned to look back at the bathroom. One side held a shower. Nozzle surrounded the interior and it was large enough to fit five big men. On the other side sat a large tub waiting for the Royal Marriage Group to sit within. To cleanse themselves and to grow closer with the intimacy of bathing. An image rose, unbidden, to Elian’s mind’s eye, of him in the tub with his husbands, all of them wet, soapy, and naked, touching each other, arousing and inflaming the senses.
He cleared his throat and lowered his hand to his groin to discreetly press on the erection that had hardened there. Conjuring an image of his parents looking at him sternly, Elian breathed a sigh of relief when he felt his hardness slowly start to soften. Turning back around, he found himself the subject of his husbands’ gazes. Looking down to see if anything was amiss and finding nothing, Elian looked back up at the other men, quirking an eyebrow at them. When neither of them spoke, he shrugged and walked past them back into the bedroom.
Coming to a stop in the middle of the room, Elian nibbled on his lower lip, trying to figure out how to ask for what he needed. Mainly a way of communicating with Tabansi as soon as possible.
Corbin cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Well, we’ll let you get settled in a bit. You’re probably feeling a little overwhelmed. We’ll give you a tour of the palace and the grounds later. Your clothes were delivered earlier. Your dressing room is the second from the right. There’s a writing desk and a telephone within if you want to call anyone. We’ll see you back here
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