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still remained. Only in Atlantis. “Please don’t force
     me. I cannot bear enslavement.”
    He scrutinized her . Tears shimmered in her eyes, turning their amethyst color into glittering orbs like
     the stone when it sparkled in light . “You’re only enslaved if you climax, right?”
    A brief nod. He would’ve missed the movement if he hadn’t been watching her with such
     intensity.
    She’d stalled on the removal of her clothing. Maximus allowed the transgression. “And
     only your mate can make you come, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you believe either of us are your mate?”
    Her bottom lip trembled and she rubbed her temples.
    “You cannot lie,” he reminded, running his finger along the side of her knee.
    “I—I believe it’s…possible.” Sameya met his gaze , hesitation turning them over bright . “I know enough about both your breeds to know you wouldn’t…at least the shifter
     wouldn’t”—she tilted her head toward Gabriel—“be able to tolerate forcing his mate
     into submission.”
    Maximus arched an eyebrow. “Then you also know that often when a shifter finds his spouse, he often fucks her for the first time without the female’s consent.” The act of non-consent was heavy in the paranormal world. It was even more pronounced in the shifter race. He pinched her chin to force her to maintain eye contact. “Tigers like to dominate,
     but that doesn’t mean he’ll want to keep you enslaved.”
    “And you?”
    “I’ll keep you enslaved until you admit you’re ours and better off with us.”
    “What if that never happens?”
    The very idea made his stomach sink and his fangs drop. He licked the incisors. “We’ll
     remove your pants together, Sameya.” Her lips parted , and before she could speak he said, “No further arguments or pleas. You’re better than that . ”

    Chapter Ten
     

Maximus held her eyes as they slid her pants off. Sameya wanted to scream in frustration. Yet…there was
     something intoxicating about these two men. They intrigued her and incited unfamiliar
     feelings. Scary and fascinating.
    “What type of pants are these?”
    Why all the interest in her clothing? “ Basilisk skin.”
    “Did you kill the Basilisk? ” The article hit the floor with a thud and his palm slid up her leg.
    “No.” Breath stuttered in her lungs and congealed in a knot . “ It’s of reptile origins and sheds its skin. Those sheddings come at a high”—her voice squeaked when his palm neared the juncture of her thighs, but the direction altered at the most
     crucial moment—“price.” She couldn’t deny she liked his touch. But liking and wanting it were two very different things. “I’m under the sanctuary of Empress E’Nesk h a .” Her last cowardly ditch to save her life and she blamed him for reducing her to such a spineless state .
    “That holds no power here, Sameya. And not even in Atlantis against one’s mate…or rather mates in your situation .” He placed an emphasis on the plurality of the word as h is hand smoothed over her hip. “And the shirt?”
    “Human origins.”
    “Good.” He quickly unlaced the red corset and drew it over her head.
    Maximus took a step back and h is eyes went from silver-blue to vampyr green in a breath. Chill bumps invaded her flesh , which had nothing to do with the room’s temperature, but rather from the force of his observation as he measured her naked flesh.
    Gabriel’s sudden purring startled her . S he glanced at the huge feline as he rose and leapt off the bed in a graceful move.
     Maximus palmed the tiger’s head and stroked him, pausing to scratch behind his ears.
     “I’m jealous you’ll taste her first, Gabriel.”
    Sameya covered her face. “ Gods , help me!”
    The bed jostled and Maximus pulled her hands away from her face, his regard tolerant . “Do not hide from either of us. You want us.”
    “No.” She damn sure did not! To want them ensured her slavery.
    “I thought you couldn’t lie? I