move, his collar buzzed a warning. That drew his attention to Melania, and she casually
stroked her hand down the back of the man with the goatee. Jealousy and hatred made him surge
toward the other man, but pain dropped him to the ground before he made it to the man’s throat.
The men’s deep laughter twisted his stomach as one of them said, “Oh, he wants you
badly, Mistress.”
Mistress? Did these men belong to her? Were they warming her bed while she toyed with
him in the garden? The thought of them mounting her, being given the gift of her orgasm that he
was denied, had him pushing off the floor past the pain in order to glare at her.
“Hush,” she said in her husky whisper as she minutely flinched beneath his glower. Both
men immediately complied, and she crouched before him. The warmth of her body brushed over
him, and he relaxed against his will. “Be easy, my pet.” She stroked his cheek, and her touch
soothed his body even as his mind rebelled.
“Don’t touch me,” he spat out and jerked his head away as the pain eased. With more
effort than he would like to admit, he pulled himself to his feet and grimaced as the cuffs on his
wrists pulled together and secured his hands in front of him with a metallic snick .
Completely ignoring him, Melania unclipped the leashes from the collars of the two men,
and they walked around him in a wide circle, examining him. The blond gave him a derisive
snort, and the brunet studied him with interest. He kept his gaze focused on Melania and curled
his lip in a show of defiance.
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“Attend,” she snapped, and each man froze in place, then dropped to their knees with their
hands clasped behind their back. The blond glanced at him with a disgusted expression, while the
man with dark skin kept his eyes on the floor.
“Devnar, attend,” she said in a low voice. His collar buzzed, and he knelt, hating her for
making him submit before her. The fact that the men on either side of her were also kneeling did
nothing for his anger. A hint of her arousal perfumed the air, and he found her watching him with
hungry eyes. The realization that her body didn’t warm until she was around him helped ease his
jealousy enough to think.
“We are going to play a game.” His eyes widened in interest, and her full pink lips quirked
in a little smile. “Behind those three doors is a maze. The rules of this game are simple. You will
each enter through your own door, and the first man to find me will enjoy the pleasure of my
company.”
Next to him, the other men shifted, and he saw their cocks grow as hard as his. No way he
was going to let that blond bastard reach her first. He wasn’t threatened by the dark-skinned
man; something about him was soft and submissive. A low growl trickled out of his throat as the
blond met his gaze and sneered.
“Attend,” she said in a warning tone, and each man winced at the jolt of pain from their
collar. “Gury, I brought you here to teach my pet about obedience. If you cannot set a better
example, I will send you back to your trainer with a full report on your inability to please. I
would have thought your week in labor would have cured you of your attitude.”
The blond flushed, and the tendons in his forearms stood out in sharp relief as he nodded.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Any questions?”
The dark-skinned man said in a soft voice, “What if there is a tie?”
Melania laughed and stroked his head. He turned his cheek into her palm and smiled at her
in a peaceful manner that made Devnar growl again. “If there is a tie, Khilam, you will pleasure
each other. Whoever has his release first loses. When the chime sounds, choose your door and
run.” Her mismatched gaze settled on him, and she added, “Be aware there are traps and puzzles
in the maze that will disqualify the foolish.”
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Khilam looked at Devnar through lowered lashes and nodded. Devnar was