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“She's ready for you, Drei,” Constin purred, and his fingers plucked at my nipple, twisted.

Chapter

Five

“You can have her now, and there won't be any pain. Can he have you now, Anah? Can he rut you as hard as he likes?”

The tiny part of my mind that was still sane said,slow your roll, cowboy,but I ignored her.

“Yes. Please.”

“Please?” From Andrei’s voice, he hadn't forgiven me. Not even close. Which wasn’t fair since I hadn’t even gotten the chance to spin the story. “Now you say please. Now you wish to submit to my will.”

“Don’t play this game with me.” Our gazes clashed. “Don’t hold me hostage.”

Sensual lips curved in a smile. “But I hold the winning hand, so why would I fold?”

“Andrei.”

He clucked, tilted his head.

“Lord Andrei.” I narrowed my eyes, struggling with a sneer. None of us were in a particularly pleasant mood. Con gave me an oblique glance, reminding me about baby diva claws. “My Lord.”

“AmI your Lord?” Nails trailed along my thigh. “You don’t obey as if I’m your Lord. You behave as if you are Lord, and I your fangless thrall.” His eyes flashed.

“No, you’re a—” Mathen pinched my clit. “I mean. . .yes, you’re my Lord.” I shot Mathen a nasty glare he returned with a placid half-smile.

More frustration as my body reached the point before an explosive climax, and then they withdrew, letting me cool. Mathen’s fingers hadn’t ceased their leisurely edging, and Andrei tasted me again, another languorous moment of spinning me in a cycle of mad need.

“I don't know if you deserve my cock,” Andrei mused. “You’re a headstrong woman. I told you to come straight home, but instead you detoured.”

I gave him a slow, full watt smile. “I didn't mean to. See, what happened?—”

“No.” He spoke sharply. “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear it. You listen to what I say, and then do exactly as you please.”

This wasn't the time to point out that the latter statement was the very definition of being an adult. He wouldn't appreciate the cross-cultural life lesson.

I lowered the pitch of my voice to a sweet croon. “My Lord?—”

He narrowed his eyes. “If you attempt to beguile me, it will go very poorly for you, Hasannah.”

Glowering, I grabbed Constin’s wrist, trying to halt the fingers plucking at my nipple and distracting me from maneuvering my way out of trouble. Halt his contributions to the torture.

I glanced at the luudthen, recognized the gleam of sensual cruelty. “You too, Con?”

“If you tell me to stop, I will.” His raised silver brow was a challenge.

I frowned and didn’t say stop, but didn’t let go of his wrist either. “I thought you were the nice one.” I sounded sulky even to my ears.

Mathen huffed, amused. His russet eyes were a rich, warm burgundy, swimming with all kinds of hidden thoughts, a ruddy flush under his brown skin.

“Iknowyou’re not the nice one now,” I snapped at Mathen. “I’ll never make that mistake again.”

Not with his fingers bringing me to the edge of climax over and over as if he knew exactly what to do and had only been waiting for the opportunity.

The men laughed. “Nice,” Mathen murmured. “We’re High Fae warriors.” He pinched my clit. I cried out. “No one told you we were nice, sati faha.”

“Andr—my Lord. I promise. I intended to stop for a few minutes and then come home, but there was a complication.”

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