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pinched her nipples and her sex sent fresh waves of excitement to her already beleaguered senses. She felt herself build toward another climax. Her world narrowed to Marcus’ harsh groans and the insistent smack of his groin against her buttocks. He bucked against her one last time and released hot streams of come deep inside her just as she climaxed around him.
    He sagged over her, his massive frame covering her completely. He stayed like that for several minutes until his breathing evened out. Reaching up he released her wrists and rolled over onto his back bringing her with him. Douglass cuddled against his chest and closed her eyes. His fingers slid down to touch her soaked pussy. She opened one eye.
    “We’re not finished for the night yet, my consort. Although I won’t make you beg again,” Marcus murmured. His cock stirred against her stomach.
    Douglass closed her eyes and began to pray.

Chapter Four
     
    Sunlight sliding through the shuttered windows woke Douglass. She tried to stretch her sore muscles. Marcus’ hands curved possessively over her breast, the fingers of his other hand cupped her mound. How many times had they had sex? She groaned at the sensuous thought. At least five, although it might have been six if you counted his coming into her mouth as she came into his…
    Marcus sat up, tipping her over onto her back. He looked down at her, the dark shadows of his unshaven cheek a foil for his golden eyes. To her horror, his cock was already erect and thrusting upward. She groaned as Marcus parted her thighs and knelt between them. He touched her sex and she jumped.
    “Do you think you are too sore to take me again?”
    She shuddered as he parted her labia. “I know I am.”
    He leaned forward, braced on his massive forearms. “But you will take me anyway because I wish it.” He slid gently inside her and held still. “I will be quick, I promise you. Just lie quietly and let me attend to you.”
    Now that he was inside her, Douglass felt a little better. She reached up one arm and wrapped it around his neck. He nuzzled her neck as he rocked his hips. Out of the corner of her eye, Douglass registered that the door to the suite was open and that Sven, Harlan and Bron stood watching them. Marcus increased his pace and she forgot the other men and clung to his moving body as he squeezed another climax out of her.
    He kissed her breasts as he slid out of her and got out of bed. “She is all yours, men. And she was everything she promised to be.” Marcus slapped Sven on the back as he passed him. “See that she bathes and eats. I’ll return this evening. Make sure she is ready for me.”
    Douglass sat up and held one of the sheets against her breasts. “Excuse me. I am here. I can make my own decisions as to how I wish to enjoy my day.”
    All four men turned and stared at her. Sven bowed. “You are the king’s acknowledged consort. You owe him your obedience.”
    Douglass shot a glance at Marcus who stood impassively waiting for her reply. She wished she hadn’t drunk so much of the fruit-flavored wine last night. Perhaps then her recollections would be clearer.
    “Excuse me? When did that happen? I had sex with him. Wasn’t that the point?”
    Sven frowned at Marcus. “Did she agree to your joining?”
    Marcus inclined his head. “Aye, she did. Ask her if you doubt me.”
    Douglass scrambled to the edge of the bed. “I agreed to have sex with you, not to become your …”
    “Consort,” completed Marcus, a satisfied tone in his voice.
    “What the hell does that mean?” Douglass thought it sounded rather permanent. Dammit , she should’ve listened better. She shouldn’t have agreed to drink the dammed wine Sven had given her. She got off the bed, and nearly fell over. She glared as Marcus winked at Sven.
    “You are the king’s consort,” Sven said. “His sexual partner, his lover, the potential provider of his heirs.”
    Douglass gaped at him. “Are you saying we’re