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full. Again, he shifted uncomfortably as Gesh stopped in front of them.
    “Ah. At last. You are all awake. Good. It is nearly time to go.” He motioned for Roni to fetch their bottled waters.
    “Where are we going?” Bailey tentatively asked.
    “To your final destination.”
    “That doesn’t sound ominous,” Noah deadpanned with a frown.
    Gesh peered down at him, but didn’t offer reassurance. The trio shot uneasy looks Alec’s way. He gave them his best don’t-worry-I’ll-find-a-way-out-of-this expression, then turned his gaze back to Gesh.
    “Listen. I really gotta drain my bladder. Pretty sure my team does, too. So unless you wanna smell piss all day, I suggest you let us go do our business.”
    Gesh’s lips curved wryly. “What if I like the smell of your piss?”
    Alec grit his teeth. “You wouldn’t. Trust me.”
    Gesh chuckled and motioned to another of his pack. “Miros. Gonja. Otah tah.” Miros. Take them. One at a time.
    Standing beside the campfire, Miros grunted and ambled over.
    Gesh pointed to Alec. “Start with their leader.”
    Miros regarded Alec for a second, then squatting down, untied the rope at Alec’s neck. But instead of moving on to the rope at Alec’s chest, he wound that first rope into a collar. Nice and snug around Alec’s throat, with the rest of it serving as a leash. Alec bristled. Gesh grinned, clearly amused by his irritation. His chest was freed next, and then his ankles, but his wrists Miros kept tightly bound.
    Standing, he gave Alec’s leash a tug. “Nenya, moyo,” he rumbled. Come .
    Angry and embarrassed that his team was looking on, Alec scowled and shoved to his feet. Sharp pain instantly lanced through his gut. God, it felt like his overly-full bladder was battling it out with his junk. Junk that still needed desperately to unload.
    Grimacing, he followed Miros deeper into the woods, feeling his men’s gazes as he went. His chest filled with heavy regret. How was he going to get them out of this mess? Realistically, their options looked pretty grim. Maybe if he could get some time alone with Chet and Zaden, they could work out a plan to escape. They had to. And before they reached “their final destination.” Because otherwise, their chances to ever escape would most likely drastically drop. Alec was afraid to even consider what would come of them after that.
    Miros came to a stop by a glossy-trunked tree, the thing so dark it looked almost black. Alec yanked down his fly, shoved his hand inside and grabbed his rigid cock. Potent sensation tore through his groin. Alec groaned at the feeling, then froze and looked at his escort. The fucker was expectantly staring at Alec’s hand, as if dying to get a look at his package.
    Alec glowered, needing so fucking bad to piss. “Really? You’re not gonna give me some privacy?”
    Miros chuffed a deep chuckle and crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against a tree. “And miss a chance to see your hard cock? You could not bribe me to look away.”
    Alec narrowed his eyes. “Who says it’s hard?”
    “No one needs to.” Miros’ lips curved higher. “You ate senna`sohnsay and have not spilled.”
    “Who says I haven’t spilled? Maybe I did when no one was looking.”
    Miros blinked, cocked his head, expression curious, then let loose a rich, hardy laugh. “Ochay moyo.” Funny creature. “As if you could do such alone.”
    Alec frowned. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Had these guys seriously never jerked off before? He couldn’t even begin to imagine such a thought. Especially with how endowed they all were.
    Not willing to go any further with their stupid exchange, and almost ready to piss his pants, Alec cursed in frustration and turned around, then tugged his dick from his pants. Ugh. Son of a bitch, it was so damn hard he couldn’t even point it downward. Looked like he’d be making one majorly golden arch.
    With Miros at his back, he closed his eyes and concentrated really hard. Because