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fire.”
    “Fine, I’ll go, but you better make sure everyone there knows Abby belongs to me. No one gets to touch her, no one. Am I clear?”
    Jones sipped his beer with a tiny smile. “Yeah, I’ll pass the word.”
    Zane nodded his thanks. This vacation was getting better and better.

    Zane looked down at himself and shook his head. He was grateful his brother wasn’t here to see him because he knew Ziggy would never let this go.
    The top, a word used loosely, was nothing more than a collection of straps. It reminded him of the Roman films he’d seen. He refused to think of it as the harness Rhea mentioned when she’d delivered the costume earlier.
    At least the soft leather shorts reached his knees. There had been a moment of fear when he first picked them up. There was no way in hell he’d wear speedos. He’d been convinced they wouldn’t have anything in his size, but he’d forgotten Rhea was used to catering to all shapes and sizes of shifters.
    Jones walked in wearing a pair of tatty jean shorts and a plaid shirt, a straw hat atop his head.
    “What the hell are you?” Zane asked.
    “Just a poor country boy.”
    “How come you get a shirt, and I get a collection of bloody belts?” He pulled at the straps around his chest.
    “Because you are a Roman soldier, and I’m not.”
    “This is a Roman soldier's outfit?”
    “Sort of; you’re lucky I managed to talk them out of the loin cloth, because let me tell you, buddy, you were seconds from that.”
    Zane shuddered at the thought. Hold on, them?
    “Who picked the clothes?”
    Jones smiled, one that spoke of evil plots. Zane wondered again if he could remove the wolf's head from his shoulders.
    “Did I forget to mention Heath and his pack have already arrived? Oops. Laney insisted on helping with the outfit. The last I saw, Rhea, Laney, and Clara were dragging Abby into one of the rooms.”
    Zane took a step, ready to save Abby, before reason took over. Not only were these ladies her friends and family, if they were all working together, there was no telling what they’d manage to get Abby to wear.
    “Come on. Let’s go reintroduce you to the pack, so they don’t freak out.”
    Zane followed Jones down to the main club.

    The club was closed to the general public. Only long-term members, pack, and friends had been invited. Most of the serious BDSM toys had been put away, leaving only a set of stocks, a couple of spanking benches, and some boards with handcuffs on them.
    “Heath, you remember Zane.” A man, about a head shorter than Zane was with white-blond hair, turned to face him. He’d expected disdain or aggression from the wolf alpha; he didn’t expect Heath to reach out, grab another wolf by the shoulder, and drag him over.
    “Wall, this is Zane.”
    The new guy was no more than six feet tall, but made up for any lack of height with the broadness of his shoulders. Zane felt almost skinny next to him. Wall had the air of military service, just like him and Jones. Zane didn’t think he was still enlisted—the controlled air of a man still on active service wasn’t there.
    “Dude, I’m so sorry.” Wall issued the apology with a broad grin.
    Zane lowered his brows in suspicion. “For what?”
    “Because my mate, his mate…” Wall pointed to Jones. “…and his mate…” He nodded at Heath. “…are totally going to have you on your knees.”
    Zane snorted. “Is that right? And how exactly are three women going to manage to get me on my knees?” He was taller than Heath, the tallest of the three men. How they expected three females to bring him down he’d never know.
    Heath cleared his throat and nodded behind Zane. Zane turned, expecting to see their women.
    Abby stormed out from the back rooms. She wore a bright red corset that thrust her breasts high, begging for his attention. Her legs were covered in a long black skirt of a fine net, making it see-through. Dayum! She might as well not be wearing anything.
    The sight before