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attempts to bribe the servants and workers. Not actually sending one of his men.” She squared

her shoulders and took a deep breath. “Well, he won’t have anything to complain about when he

leaves. I’ll see to that.”

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Pimina’s silence allowed her to hear a roar of male anger in the distance. “I have to go. The

men will be here soon.” She quickly opened the maze file on the viewing wall and directed the

placement of walls so that Khilam and Devnar would arrive at around the same time.

“Don’t let Lord Mithrik’s pet throw you off balance.”

“I won’t.”

Melania closed the communication link, tried to slow her pulse, and listened for any sound

that might announce the appearance of one of the men. Half of her hoped it was the blond novice

who found her first. She could handle him, and the jealousy might be good for Devnar. Though

the way he seemed to be attracted to Khilam could definitely help. For that matter, showing

Khilam what he was capable of could secure Lord Mithrik’s help in making sure that the empress

chose Devnar. Her heart lurched at the thought, but she tried to lock her own selfish wants and

needs away. This was about his pleasure, always his.

While she chewed on her thumb, she tried to focus herself on the change in plans. This had

to be handled delicately. She’d promised him her body if he won, and she had to keep that

promise if she had any hope of breaking him. Most royalty put great value on their word, and she

could only hope his planet was not so different.

As she watched the door, she kept imagining his big shoulders filling the frame, those dark

eyes filled with hunger for her. The throb between her legs betrayed her true desires, and she

longed to wrap her body around him as he thrust into her. If he won, she would send the other

men away and enjoy him in private. No, Khilam had to stay if it didn’t upset the prince too

greatly. A cold trickle of guilt cut through her worry and accused her of arranging this just so she

could see Devnar enjoying himself with Khilam.

Her long nails cut into her palms as she clenched her hands into fists. No, not her pleasure.

His pleasure, always his and never hers. He was meant for the empress, and she would be able to

choose her own concubine. After a lifetime of sacrifice and loneliness, she would finally have

everything she wanted.

Too bad the only one she wanted was the one she couldn’t have.

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Devnar took a deep sniff, then moved silently around a curve in the wall and caught

movement out of the corner of his eye. Gury stood at the end of a closed passage, his hands on

his hips as he studied the wall in front of him. Dim light shone from the ceiling far above and

gave just enough illumination for Devnar to make out a pattern on the wall that Gury examined.

From a corridor to the right, Khilam strode past with an arrogant wink at Devnar. He

pressed deeper into the shadows and tried to decide what to do. Should he wait and see what

Gury was up to, or should he follow Khilam?

The decision was made for him as Gury set his hands on the wall and screamed in fury.

The wall flashed once, and the metallic cuffs on Gury’s wrists were sealed to it. Devnar stood

and took the corridor opposite of Khilam. The pitfalls of the maze were simple and easily

avoided. They were nothing compared to the very real dangers of his home world.

No man-eating plants, poison flowers, or sinkholes waited for him here. Only discolored

stones and nearly invisible trip wires. A faint waft of female musk tinted the air, and his body

tightened with anticipation. He followed that invisible lead until he came to a set of doors, where

he found Khilam leaning against them.

His skin was even darker in the low light, and his teeth flashed white as he smiled.

“Excellent job.”

With a low growl, Devnar crouched and launched himself at Khilam as the man shouted,

“Wait, I wanted to ask—”

They both barreled through the door together and almost fell as a patch of tile dropped

away, revealing a cushioned pit. Melania screeched and scrambled back on a huge bed covered

in shiny black fabric. Devnar had only a moment to register her shocked expression before

Khilam flipped him onto his back in a move any of his warriors would envy.

“Attend!” she screamed and sent shocks of pain through both their collars. Aroused by her

musk, which permeated the room, and angered by the challenge to her body the other man

presented, Devnar roared his fury at her in a cry that echoed off the walls of the small room.

Blinding pain shot through his body again, searing his nerves and helping him to regain a

portion of his control. She was scared, and her fear only added to his need to defend and protect

her. Next to him, Khilam did the only thing he could to possibly defuse the situation.

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Fighting the pain of the collar, Khilam lay before him, exposing his belly in a submissive

move. “I yield.”

Devnar blinked down at him, a growl trickling out of his throat. Those two words had been

burned into his mind as a trigger to step down from his rage. Thousands of hours on the practice

field, all those fights and drills ending with the same words.

“I yield,” Khilam repeated again.

Devnar struggled for control of his runaway rage and forced himself to take a deep breath.

He briefly wondered how Khilam knew the right thing to do and say to help Devnar step back

from the killing edge, but those words were as old as time and known throughout the galaxy.

Khilam’s glance darted between him and Melania on the bed, and a look of understanding came

over his face. He made a great show of looking away from her. Devnar’s temper cooled further.

Silk rustled as Melania made a move on the bed, and Khilam whispered, “Stay still.”

Khilam raised himself slowly and scooted away from the bed. Devnar’s sanity returned as

the man backed away from Melania.

“Wait,” Melania commanded.

Devnar turned to her with a snarl, but the terrified woman from moments ago was gone.

The fear was still there, but it was mixed with anger now. “Khilam, prepare him for me.”

“Mistress, I don’t—”

“Silence,” she yelled, and Devnar shuddered. His primitive brain rejoiced in her strength

and power. She would make a wonderful mate and would be a fierce protector of their children.

He immediately tried to dismiss the thought. She wasn’t a potential mate; she was his captor. The

more he tried to remind himself that she was his enemy, the more the primitive part of his brain

showed him images of his babe suckling from her breast.

Goddess, he was losing his mind.

Ignorant of his internal struggle, Melania turned to him and said in a low voice, “You will

let Khilam ready you for me. You are doing this for my pleasure. I want to see him touch you.”

His body throbbed with her words, and all he could do was nod. The woman he was

bonding with against his will wanted him to do something for her pleasure, and he was helpless

to resist. The cold, cynical part of his mind wanted him to leap across the room and snap her

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neck before he completed the bond. His heart, his soul demanded he make her his. He would

show her he was the dominant male here, the only one worthy of her regard.

He stalked over to Khilam and pressed his body into the other man’s, giving him a cold

smile as he felt Khilam’s cock thick and hard against his stomach. For all his protests, the man

wanted him, and the knowledge spurred Devnar’s desire higher. Showing off in bed for a female

was an art form on Jensia, and he was going to employ all his skills to make her want him more.

A small gasp from his woman wrapped around his body as he captured Khilam’s mouth in

a hard kiss. Using the other man’s hair as a handle, he turned Khilam so she could watch them

move against each other. The scent of her desire teased his sensitive palate, and he rumbled in

satisfaction.

Khilam moaned into his mouth, wrapping his hands around Devnar’s shoulders and sliding

down his back to his ass. Still gripping a handful of his hair, Devnar guided Khilam’s willing

mouth down to his nipples, letting him lick and tease at the gold rings Melania had had him

pierced with. The soft rasp of Khilam’s tongue against the metal made Devnar’s cock jump.

As Khilam’s lips traveled lower, he turned to watch Melania. She stared at them, utterly

rapt and panting. Her pale cheeks flushed pink as she noticed him observing her. Their gazes met

for a brief moment, and the heat between them seemed to burn the air. A warm mouth licked at

the hollow of his hip, and he groaned, spreading his legs in a silent invitation. The memory of

how much she liked to suck his cock hardened him further.

He closed his eyes and tried to regain some form of control. The man below him delicately

sucked on his sac through the thin cloth of his pants, pulling another wave of need from his body.

Another mouth wrapped around the head of his shaft, and he stumbled against the twin assault.

Melania’s small hands gripped his thighs, forcing him to stay in place while she licked him

with low sighs and tugged his pants down to free his erection. Khilam brushed her hair back

from her cheek, and Devnar gave a warning growl at the intimate gesture. She pulled back and

pressed a button on her bracelet. With a low hum, the magnets of his wrist cuffs clicked together.

“Stay still,” she whispered over the sensitive skin of his hip. He struggled against the

bonds, torn between the feeling of being trapped and the impossible pleasure they were offering

him. All thoughts of rebellion fled his mind as she pulled Khilam’s face next to hers and their

tongues danced against each other and the head of his erection at the same time.

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Only their hands on his thighs and ass kept him upright. He rocked his hips in a slow and

lazy motion, taking satisfaction in the way they both tried to chase his cock with their mouths.

Khilam began to unfasten the top of Melania’s leathers, and Devnar’s objections died on his lips

as her small and perfect breasts came into view.

Barely enough to fill Khilam’s palm, the tips burned a deep cherry color against the

paleness of her skin. She arched back, offering herself to his gaze while Khilam tugged at the

tips of her breasts. With one hand, Khilam tormented her nipple into a hard peak while he jerked

Devnar’s cock with the other.

“Suck me,” he ordered in a rough voice.

With a soft laugh, Melania gathered Khilam’s hair back into her fist and moved his head to

Devnar’s straining erection. Obediently opening his mouth, Khilam swallowed him down while

Melania set the pace of his sucks. Her heavy-lidded gaze met Devnar’s and she drew in a

shuddering breath. Devnar could taste her passion, her need, and the sight of her stiff nipples

begging for his attention drew his balls up tight to his body.

Khilam groaned, going on his hands and knees to open his throat for Devnar. He pounded

into the man’s mouth, sweat breaking out on his body, his gaze never leaving Melania’s.

Khilam’s soft beard tickled his balls as he took Devnar’s erection deep into his throat.

“Come for me,” she said in harsh whisper. Her whole body vibrated, and she strained

toward him, pulling Khilam’s mouth back, then plunging down on his cock until he choked.

He jerked his hips and tore his prick from Khilam’s greedy mouth. Grasping the base of his

cock with his cuffed hands, he came in long, hard jets all over Khilam’s face. The man closed his

eyes and tipped his head back, shuddering and twitching as each splash of seed painted his

cheeks and lips white.

Devnar fell to his knees as Melania moaned and licked his cum from Khilam’s face with

long swipes of her tongue. He panted and unconsciously strained at his bonds as Khilam made

little pleading noises while she cleaned his face of every last trace of seed. Khilam’s cock

throbbed between his legs.

He felt a moment of pity for the other man. It wasn’t like Khilam had any more say in the

matter than Devnar did, less if you considered this was the only life he’d ever known. Devnar

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studied them as they held each other, their bodies still shuddering with the aftermath of his

orgasm. With the brown silk of her hair mussed, she looked softer than he had ever seen her

before. Especially framed against the dark beauty of the other man.

And Khilam was beautiful. With sharp cheekbones and a prominent jaw, his face was still

masculine, but his full lips and tilted dark eyes held a hint of feminine beauty. The front of his

thin silk pants strained against the outline of his erection, and Devnar’s own cock twitched in

response.

Melania took in a deep breath and stroked her pale hand down Khilam’s broad chest,