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slut.” His tone wasn’t cruel when he said it, more amused than anything. That amusement was starting an odd reaction in my body, such that I almost wished his tone had been crueler, so I wouldn’t have to deal with the confusion churning through me.
    My legs fell open, and he eased the claw inside me. He was right, it didn’t cut me, didn’t hurt, but it was so scary I thought I’d combust from the fear. I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think. Then he eased back and thrust in hard.
    I screamed, expecting pain, but there was none. He’d retracted the claw before pushing further in, and now his finger worked inside me. The fear and desperation had set up an inexplicable sexual hunger.
    “Good girl,” he said, as I coated his finger with my arousal.
    What he’d just done could have been a strange form of trust-building exercise, a general mind fuck, or a display of dominance. Possibly all three.
    I didn’t understand what was going on with me. If I was to be attracted to one of them, it should have been Sir, the kind one. But he didn’t spark that thing in my belly, that mad and ravenous need like Master did. Master completely unmade me with only a look.
    He leaned forward. “Kiss me,” he said.
    I didn’t think, I just opened my lips and joined with his, accepting his tongue as it moved into my mouth, thrilled by the strangeness of that tongue. In the back of my mind, I kept telling myself I was going to run away, this was just for now—what I had to do to stay safe and alive so I could escape. I pushed his admonishment about my people and how they had behaved to the furthest recesses of my mind. I refused to accept it into my reality. The only thing that mattered was getting home. And, of course, the orgasm he was wringing from my hungry pussy.
    I came then, bucking against his fingers. When the spasms stopped, he moved away from me and stood. “Wait here.”
    He left, and I heard him talking to his brother down the hall in their language. All I knew was that the discussion was intense. He returned several minutes later. I hadn’t moved from where he’d left me sprawled. I had only turned onto my side to keep from pressing against the marks on my back.
    He crossed his arms over his chest, and then sat beside me and spread my legs. I closed my eyes while he inspected me as Sir had, only this time it seemed his purpose was different.
    “He says he may have torn you a bit, but I don’t see any damage. Your opening is very small.”
    I blushed. Stephen and the others I’d been with had always remarked that I was very tight. In fact, it had taken several of them getting together to exchange stories to convince themselves I hadn’t been a virgin when each of them had first penetrated me. Much to their chagrin.
    Then Master said the words that started a kind of mindless, groping terror inside me. “I’m a bit larger than my brother.”
    That pronouncement got me moving away from him again. But before I could make much progress, his large hands had stilled me.
    “Shhhh, Annabelle. Do you think I would willingly harm my mate?”
    “Yes. I do.” He was insane. It didn’t matter that my stupid body wanted him. He was a lunatic, and I had to get away. “How can you even ask that after what you did to my back?”
    “I didn’t know your kind healed differently. It wasn’t meant to scar or damage.”
    That was the closest thing to an apology I was getting.
    He was silent for a few minutes, then he said, “I hope someday you’ll understand our ways. I know your kind isn’t the same. But you want to be mastered by me, I can smell it on you. If you didn’t, how do you explain how hot and wet you got in my hands?”
    I looked away from him. I didn’t want to think about that, about how I wanted to crawl into his lap and beg him to start fingering me again. How I wanted his mouth on me, my mouth on him. The thoughts spinning through my mind were sick abominations, the products of some psychological