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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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    Ann Mayburn

    Khilam looked at Devnar through lowered lashes and nodded. Devnar was