Free Virile by Virile (Evernight)

Thorn carried her into a large foyer lit by sconces throwing soft, incandescent light. The atmosphere felt airy and the perfect ambient temperature. She shivered anyhow. Carried over the threshold like plunder—or a bride.
    Continuing straight ahead, Thorn strode down a wide hallway, lights flickering on to show the way as they progressed. She could hear the measured beat of three pairs of boots on what had to be tile floors, and it crossed her mind that the sand of the yard would track throughout if they didn’t take their footwear off at the door. She dismissed the vagrant thought. They probably had staff to keep their home clean, and she wasn’t going to be a drudge unless forced into it. She’d plead exhaustion. Probably no pleading necessary—it would be a fact.
    As they passed through yet another set of double doors, fixtures in the ceiling blinked on and Adara stared around the room despite her determination not to be impressed. The room was huge, painted in a warm cream that made it look even bigger, and held an enormous four poster bed hung with diaphanous swags and panels in shades of ivory and bronze, and covered in sumptuous bedding the color of honey. Several scarlet pillows were scattered across it. A long, low bench sat at the footboard, upholstered in what appeared to be scarlet leather, and four dressers graced one wall, all in the same warm wood as the bed, with round mirrors placed above each one. No windows.
    Normally claustrophobic, Adara didn’t feel closed in even without an expanse of glass because of the room’s size and the décor. Aside from the red, she might have chosen the colors herself and it was oddly comforting.
    She saw a crimson couch, one that resembled the style of the Old West, but with no arms, just a graceful sloped shape where one would rest one’s head, facing two chairs the size and shape of round plant tubs. What was with these men and the color red? Craning her neck she spied a stone fireplace, the façade soaring up the opposite wall, and then they passed through an archway into the largest bathing room she had ever seen in her life. She’d never spied anything even in advertisements that rivaled it.
    The walls and floor were tiled in soft sandstone—her foot brushed against the wall and the faintly rough touch made her hitch a little. Thorn immediately compensated, then stood her in front of a commode, tucked into a private corner of the bathing room. The blanket sighed to the floor, and she groped for it before Orion filched it away. His blue eyes drifted over her body, and his smile made her sex draw up. Kellis hovered behind his twin’s right shoulder, and his smile rivaled Orion’s. Those smiles were full of promise and appreciation, and Adara made a full body shiver. She wondered what they were seeing—big saggy boobs, thunder thighs, an enormous booty? How desperate were these guys?
    “Use the facilities, little one,” Thorn advised as he turned to the enormous tub adjacent to the huge walk-in shower. That too was tiled, although the surface appeared glossy. The tub promised to ease all her sore muscles as Thorn opened the taps and steaming water thundered into it. Adara quit admiring the décor and begged for privacy with her eyes as she inched to the commode.
    “There is nothing to hide from us, my sweet,” Orion said it softly, but gave her his back. Kellis followed suit, and she gratefully voided her bladder, wincing at the presence of that dratted plug. Gods, she was using such sweet terms, even in the solitude of her own head. Dratted. Where the hell had that come from?
    Walking to the square sink, she thought to suck her stomach in. She despaired of ever losing those extra pesky pounds. And she couldn’t suck in her ass. The brothers didn’t appear to be complaining, even appeared to appreciate her body. Definitely deprived of pussy. She supposed there might be some benefit to the lack of competition, insofar as the obvious comparisons went. Maybe