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standing not too far away. Tate and Simon were standing to his right and left.
    Reed strode over. “Did you have fun shooting?”
    Remembering to play along, Chase responded, “Yes, my king.”
    “Good, shoot a few arrows for me.”
    Staying in the role he was playing, Chase shot to the left and right of the center several times. Submissives weren’t supposed to be good with weapons, were they? If he’d known he was going to play this role, he would have looked it up before he came here.
    Byron looked shocked then said, “He must be getting tired, my king. He was shooting with excellent skill a moment ago.”
    Reed exhaled a long breath. “Byron, would you see to his bow and have it brought to our chambers?”
    Byron took Chase’s bow then bowed to Reed. “Yes, my king.”
    Reed turned to Chase. “I’ll take you back to our rooms and let you investigate them while I’m working. I’d feel better if you were there.”
    Chase nodded like a good servant and followed. Truth to tell, he could use a nap. His body was still a little sore from his wild sex adventures and the exercise. Plus, it was mentally exhausting to play Reed’s submissive.
    Paying close attention to the direction they were heading and his surroundings, Chase started getting a feel for where things were. Once they were back in their rooms, Reed informed him that he’d be working late and that food would be brought to his private dining room at seven that night. He’d also been informed that his closet was now full of clothes for him.
    As Reed walked out of the room, Chase had that same creepy feeling that something wasn’t right. He needed to call Craig. Something wasn’t right about this resort. After searching the room for a phone and not finding one, Chase decided to see the clothes Reed was talking about. He gasped when he stepped into the room. It was huge and full of clothes. The colors were spectacular. Some were solid while others had unique patterns. They all seemed fitted, like Reed’s. Chase couldn’t figure out why Reed thought he needed so many clothes. Surely he wasn’t staying here for a month. His prick of a boss would be furious.
    Chase looked through the closet for a good fifteen minutes before weariness drug him down. Quickly he slid into a T-shirt and some sleep pants he’d found in a drawer. A sigh of pleasure pushed past his lips. These were by far the softest clothes he’d ever put on. They must cost a fortune. Too bad he couldn’t take them home. Chase walked out of the closet and decided to give in to the bed that had been calling him. Looking around for a clock, Chase was disappointed not to see one. It must be about six o’clock . That would give him enough time for a quick nap. If he overslept, they surely would hold his supper for him. He crawled on the bed and within minutes was fast asleep.

Chapter Five

    Chase woke to a rag being shoved into his mouth.
    If this was Reed’s idea of fun, he was about to get his ass kicked by the no-longer-submissive Chase. Through the darkness, Chase made out four bodies. He struggled against the two men tying his hands behind his back. Chase was pretty sure none of the men were Reed, Tate, or Simon. If those wannabe fairies thought they could share him with everybody at this resort, they were in for a big surprise. Chase Andrew Dolan was not an easy lay.
    One man knelt in front of him. “We refuse to breed with weak little humans. Our group will show the planet how easy it is to take you out.”
    Chase had had enough. He lunged forward and head-butted the fake fairy. Enough was enough. Attracted to Reed or not, he was leaving. The man in front of him howled then pulled a knife and held it to his throat. Maybe I’ll leave in a minute.
    The two men holding his arms slid from the bed and pulled Chase off with them. Chase lifted his legs and kicked out sideways. Both men grunted and one went down. Chase shrugged free and ran for the open door. The air whooshed from his lungs