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I was sickened by it all, but Isobel still had her hand folded around my arm. Through her, I felt their humiliation, but also the lust between them, as well as that of the Bellatis, Finn, and Brock.

Finn’s hand was busy, working his own equipment, back and forth, as if he hadn’t spent the entire morning doing just that, and worse. Brock began to thrust against Isobel’s buttocks, his scales doing little to hide the excitement that also glowed in his eyes.

The lust permeated the room, joining with that of the victims. My inner Satyr took it all, not caring about the horror in my heart.

And my body responded.

Laila dropped to her knees before me. I was helpless to stop her from undoing my laces and closing her wet, hot mouth over me.

When the man finally went rigid and cried out, Finn went with him. I gritted my teeth and hung on, despite the eager, coaxing tongue.

Isobel released me. I slumped in the chains while the older man twisted away from the woman and fell to his knees. She remained kneeling, her face in her hands as the Bellatis moved in on her.

“You are not done,” Isobel snapped. “Service them, too.”

While the Bellatis surrounded the woman, Brock tore off Isobel’s gown. Then he placed his hands on her hips and lifted her naked buttocks onto him. Isobel writhed, uttering her own moan as he thrust into her. Their ecstasy hammered at my resolve as Laila sucked and stroked. My balls pulled up tight, and I quivered. I wasn’t going to, I wasn’t—

Isobel screamed out the bronze Dragon’s name, Brock roared, and they took me with them.

I erupted into Laila’s mouth, and her lips curled in triumph. The waves continued as my beast fed from all of it, but at the end, the power I gained only added to my pain.

Because Isobel was right.

She owned me. Body, mind, and soul.

21

Riley

We lingered over the table after supper.

The Hitzu twins had come and gone. I inhaled enough food to feed a normal me five times over. I really didn’t want to explain my voyeurism of Kiko’s sexcapades, so I waited until they left before examining the video.

Minus the sound.

The production quality was decent, but there was a section at the end where the video blurred, as if something had stepped between the camera and the arbor.

“Is that fur?” Vali asked from my left.

Kiko peered closer. “Guess we had an audience. Didn’t know we were entertaining the wildlife.”

She appeared amused and Vali resigned.

“I think you should talk to Cara about this,” the Dragona said as we left the cafeteria.

“She doesn’t know if it will work,” I replied. “And she’ll just try to stop me. I need to figure out a way to help Marcus.”

“But what if it goes wrong?” Her amber eyes reflected her concern.

“No one seems to know exactly what that means,” I told her. “There shouldn’t be any difference between looking at an object or a photo. They are both visual.”

Vali didn’t look convinced.

“You can’t tell her,” I insisted.

Her frown told me that my guess had been correct—she was concerned enough to take it to Cara.

“The Watchers know things,” she said. “And she could maybe help you if it does go wrong.”

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