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The other girl got louder, “Oh gods, fuck!”

I could only imagine the fullness of it. I wanted that. I wanted to come, and I was so close—

“Almost there, don’t come yet!” Rex ordered, making my entire body jolt in response.

“Please, Rex, please let me, I—"

“Not until her fist is in you, girl!” he snarled.

My body tensed, dying to come, but I restrained myself. I wanted to wait for that poor tortured girl—it didn’t feel right to come without her.

She whimpered, and the other girl taunted her, “You’re so tight, Percy. I don’t know if I can get my fist in you, love. Maybe you’ll never get to come.”

The girl hissed, “Please, I can’t take anymore!”

“Oh yes, you can,” Rex promised, “Hold still while I—"

She squeaked at whatever he did, followed by a loud, “Fuck!”

“There we are,” the other one said proudly.

Rex demanded, “Now!”

I shattered from his word, coming hard and tipping forward to bite the other pillows and deaden my shouts. The other girl screamed her orgasm even louder than me. My body was covered in the scent of mint and sweat, and every time the air cooled me down, another orgasm came from the tingles.

My nipples felt like they had their own little orgasms, too. I ground against the stone, working myself into another climax, while the other girl shouted shaky curses. I groaned into the pillows, forcing myself not to be loud, but it was so hard to keep it down. Another orgasm wrecked me as I tried to pull the stone out, and I rolled onto my back, gasping for breath. When I finally removed the dildo, my whole body trembled violently.

Rex growled as he came and gasped as hard as I did. A minute later, he said, “Thank you, ladies. You may go.”

They tittered to each other before his door opened and closed. I cleaned up in the adjoining bathroom and dressed, then walked straight into his room without knocking, ignoring the fact that he was still naked. He looked up at me with curiosity and a little smirk on his lips, but said nothing.

I laid on the bed next to him, then rolled onto him, possessing his ghost into me again. I luxuriated in his post-orgasm bliss. I needed that warm pleasure feeling one can only get by having actual sex. It filled me and loosened my muscles until I fell asleep, dreaming of Deacon and Jac.

CHAPTER 23

Jacaranda

The tunnel to the fighting pit was more ominous at night. Stripped down to brown loin leathers, I was alone, with only the cheers and shouts of the crowded arena for noise. My first fight was in the day, so light had poured into the high windows. But now, the only light was from the high floodlights in the arena. I wondered if the competitors would take advantage of the darkness and attack each other in the tunnel.

Jason, the coordinator, had hated me the first time he saw me. I had thrown off his numbers. When he saw me this time, he smiled. “Do you know how many fighters came forward, hoping to take you down?”

“Eh, no.”That didn’t sound promising.

“When they heard you were coming today, we were inundated with volunteers,” he said as he looked down his chart. “That’s why we have you in your own tunnel this time. I didn’twant them getting any ideas before they slaughter you for the crowd.”

“How thoughtful of you,” I drawled.

“Keep in mind, the better the crowd likes you, the more likely they are to ask for mercy on your behalf when your competition has you on your back.” He paused before glancing back up at me. “And if you were to somehow win, they will insist you receive a just reward.”

The idea of preening for a crowd was abhorrent to me, and my only just reward was to see Sarah again. “Sounds fair.”

“Yes, well, see to it they get a good show. And keep in mind that just because you’re notsupposedto kill anyone doesn’t mean you can’t.”

“And if a competitor dies in the pit?” I asked him. “What’s the penalty for that?”

“What penalty?” He chuckled then walked back to his station at the other end of the tunnel.

Fuck. Here we go again.

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