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Her head fell to the side, her breathing leveled out, and her heart rate finally lowered into a slow steady pace. He was proud of the distant look she had in her eyes and the languid feel of her muscles.

They had successfully calmed her. For now, however, given her disposition for fighting, Rujali had to wonder for how long.

Chapter Seven

Riley

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Three mouths. Three tongues. Six hands. Enough testosterone to fuel a city.

She’d helplessly lain beneath the administrations of three enormous horned men and had the orgasm of her life. When a captor usually had a powerless prisoner at their fingertips, it didn’t usually end with an almost violent orgasm that left her body boneless.

It was usually much, much worse.

She huffed a laugh. If this was their idea of calming, what would they be like if they actually put their minds to seriously loving her?

Where had that word come from?Loving. She’d never experienced that word, but if she had to guess, that was what she’d just encountered, because that was definitely what it’d felt like. Their touch was gentle, almost reverent, their intense attention solely focused on bringing her pleasure.

She’d never known anything like it, but then again, she still might be having a mental breakdown. A very real mental breakdown.

“How do you feel, Little One?” Dreads asked.

She wasn’t comfortable being the sole focus of such a penetrating stare.

The answer? She didn’t really know; her brain was still mush. “Pretty good. I think you can take this numbing thing away from me now.”

His deep chuckle made her shiver all over again on the inside. “If I wasn’t so sure you wouldn’t fight, I might after your incredible response.”

He was right. Even after thatincredible response, shewouldtry and escape. Her trust filter was set very low these days, and she still hadn’t worked out what their ulterior motive would be—because peoplealwayshad ulterior motives.

“I don’t usually provideincredible responsesto, uh, men I don’t even know.” She mentally cringed. She’d orgasmed and she didn’t even know their names. Her body had come alive at their clever tongues and hands and she’d climaxed like she’d never climaxed before.

She wasn’t going to think about the fact that she actuallyhadn’t. Ever. She didn’t even think itcouldbe that way. If this was the first time with these... men, then what would the next time be like? She stopped herself from that train of crazy thoughts. There wasn’t going tobea next time. As soon as they took this paralyzing thing off her, she would be gone. There would be no more tongues or fingers, or anything else for that matter, on her again. Her core twinged, as though protesting, but she didn’t have the mental capacity to think about what that meant. She didn’t have the brain space for anything much more. The tank was definitely on the empty side.

“Then we will remedy that. I am Rujali Ozar and these are my brothers, Klaej and Setzan.” He indicated himself and then pointed out the other hovering, muscle mountains. “And what is your name, Little One?”

“Riley. Riley Sharp.”

“Riley. Such a beautiful name.” Rujali said her name as though testing it out. She watched his full lips almost tasting her name and a shiver stole through her. She had no idea her name could sound sosexy.

Now that she had more of an opportunity, she studied each of them in turn. Dreads was Rujali. Up this close, his skin had a golden sheen to it, like a healthy tan with a mix of gold dust. It highlighted his bulging muscles and various hard ridges as he moved, making the light look as though it danced across his skin.

A slight scuffed beard coated his strong, squarish jaw. His lips were generous and sensuous. His intelligent dark eyes gleamed at her from beneath strong, thick brows. He could pass as human, except for his black, matte horns that began at his temples and threaded seamlessly into his dreads.

Her gaze slid to Kisser. No, Klaej. If she wasn’t mistaken, his skin rippled with the most beautiful emerald green. Magnificent golden swirls threaded through crimson patches. His eyes were also as deep a color. His face was less angular than Rujali’s, and he had no body hair to speak of. His horns were tinted with a deep green, also sweeping back from his temples, but the tips were pointed upwards near the back of his head.

Beard was Setzan. She swapped names in her head. He was the most rugged looking even though they were a trio of scary mothers. His hair was fine, raven-black with a tint of blue. A thick beard coated his face, but not dense enough to hide his sumptuous lips that curved into a smile. His swirling violet eyes regarded her. There was humor in those eyes, intelligence and perceptiveness. His horns spiraled at the ends, lending them a debonair twist. They suited him, as much as horns could suit anyone.

They were all incredibly attractive, but what was more, she was surprised at her intense reaction to them. Not only had she enjoyed the unexpected orgasm they had provided, her body thrummed with a need to have their hands on her again. Somehow, it just seemed… right.

She’d never experienced anything quite like it. Then again, she’d never been the sole attention of three men before. She had nothing to base her reaction on, except to say as much as it felt natural, there was a trueness to it.

Stupid to think that, she knew.

“Whatare you?” she asked.

“You do not know?” Rujali’s brows met in the middle.

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