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If I wasn’t already hard as granite, that thought would have done the trick. I couldn’t fucking wait to tie her down.

Putting my cock back inside my pants and zipping them up while so hard was easily the hardest thing I’d ever done. “Come here,” I said, shifting her around to the side of my chair and letting her lean against my knee. “Stay still and stay quiet,” I whispered. “Don’t draw attention to yourself. When you kneel at your Master’s feet, it is your job to be invisible unless he decides otherwise.”

She stiffened, and I stroked my hand down her hair, all the way to her shoulders. I was instructing her and, at the same time, testing her reactions. Most people couldn’t hide their first instincts. It took years of practice and training to shownothing. This little Omega clearly didn’t have that.

Interesting.

The auction continued, and I continued stroking Selena’s skin, keeping her connected to me. What were we going to do with this little trespasser?

CHAPTER FIVE

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SELENA

My tongue tasted like him.

I desperately wished I could say I didn’t like it, but the flavor of him was just like his scent. Elusive and delicious, and I’d found myself sinking into the act of that blow job like I wasn’t in this position. Like I hadn’t just been kidnapped and forced into whatever hell this was.

What was wrong with me?

The two other Alphas with him smelled just as intoxicating. Warm, baked apples with spices like cinnamon, and a sharp peppermint that felt like it had a citrus undertone. Maybe lime? It didn’t matter. All I wanted was to stay in this vortex of scent.

In spite of the awful things happening in this room, Ifeltsafe within their scents, even if I wasn’t.

The man kept brushing his knuckles along the back of my shoulder, and I knew I shouldn’t take comfort in the touch, but I did. What else was I supposed to take comfort in? If I closed my eyes, I could pretend none of it was real. That I was just in a club meant for kinky people, and I waschoosingto kneel at this man’s feet.

I wasn’t sure how long I knelt there. My legs were numb, and I was cold. But I would take being cold if it meant I could stay right here and not be on that fucking stage.

How could people do this? How could they buypeoplelike it was nothing? Omegas…

Finally, the lights rose, and gentle music started to play. The men began to stand and mingle once more. What happened now?

“Stand, Selena.” One of them said.

If I stood up right now, I would fall over. My legs were entirely numb from the knee down. “I don’t think I can.”

“What was that?”

A little louder. “I said I don’t think I can.”

Fingers tilted my chin up. The biggest of them. Dark hair and dark eyes. The richness and warmth of his scent contrasted with the harshness of his gaze. “Did you forget who I am, little one? Because the next time you say something without my title, I’ll have to punish you. And I believe you already have one of those coming.”

I swallowed, knowing now what he expected and not quite believing I was going to do it. “I don’t think I can stand, Master.”

A hint of a smile reached his eyes. “Better. Why can’t you stand?”

“I’m not used to kneeling like this for so long, Master,” I added the word just in case. “My legs are numb. If I stand, I might fall over.”

He looked down at me and observed how I knelt. “I won’t let you fall.” Taking one arm, he pulled me up, and just like I thought, my legs, without sensation, couldn’t hold weight. I would have collapsed had one big arm not come around me and held me to his body.

“Very affectionate with a slave,” an already familiar voice said. The man from the stairs earlier. He looked at me with what could only be described ashunger. It slithered over my skin and made me sick.

The man holding me laughed, but even as he did it, his hand tightened around my waist, like he was making sure no one could pull me away from him. “Sometimes you need a handful of softness, Delano. It makes a good contrast to when you’re making them scream.”

Chills ran down my spine, and I kept my gaze on the floor. He didn’t say what kind of screaming he meant, if it were the fun kind or the horrific kind.

“Is she a screamer?” Delano asked. “That’s interesting.”

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