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“Yes, Master. Ilovetheir music.”

“One of the guitarists, Suli? That’s her stage name. She goes by Hailey to her friends, and she’s Ghost’s ol’lady. When they have new music and they’re deciding what to release, they give us a little concert at the clubhouse, and then they sit on the edge of the stage and talk to us about what we liked, and why, and what we didn’t especially like, and why. Sometimes, they rework the stuff we don’t like right then, in front of us. Sometimes we see it a year or so later, drastically changed, and we like it the next time.”

“Suli is the best. Her riffs aremagic, Sir. I can’t believe you know her! And the rest of the group, too?”

“I do. They have their own security, but we sometimes fill in for local stuff.” And I’d shared groupies with Animal more than once, but for now, she had no right to know about my sex life unless it involved her. Telling her would imply she had a right to an opinion about it, and she didn’t.

But if I wanted to keep her past the five years? I’d probably have to rethink that somewhere around year three.

Her third week in my home, I installed a lengthy chain, so she could move around downstairs outside of her cell. This meant she could vacuum and dust the downstairs, and she could clean the bathroom. She could shower, too.

Also on that third week, Duke decided I needed Friday night off so I could hang out in the clubhouse. I hadn’t been spending time with my brothers outside of my scheduled work hours, and that was going to have to change, but this worked for now, since it was time I’d already planned to be away from my little flower.

Dawg invited me to share Chigger with him, and I readily agreed. He took her mouth, I shot lube into her ass… and then had to palm my dick a few times to get hard enough to sink into her already-slick ass. I fucked her and came deep in her ass, but it wasn’t fulfilling. My wolf was royally pissed at me, which was entirely new.

It wasn’t until Dawg said, “Looks like maybe someone’s off the market,” that it hit me. My wolf was pissed because he’d picked Daisy as ours. He wasn’t interested in anyone else.

Fuck me.

This changed everything, didn’t it?

Or, maybe not. I had her for five years, if I didn’t fuck it up. The trick would be working it so she stayed with me after. She really did need to figure out who she is, and she’d already been close to rock bottom in her life when she’d met me, so I hadn’t had as much to do to break her in as I’d expected. Though, in reality, I’d half-broken her in, and she’d done the rest herself, deciding she wanted to be with me.

And I hadn’t missed the fact that the first time she’d offered herself to me was after she realized I’m rich. She’d thought Dray was, and had run off with him thinking he’d take care of her.

I couldactuallytake care of her, and she’s afraid to be out on her own, so of course she’s going to want to stay with me now.

Because of my werewolf hearing, I knew more about most of the humans’ sex lives than I wanted to — those in our social circle, anyway. So, I knew Cam had been given a large savings account he had access to for the first five years he was with his poly group, so he could leave at any time. Enough to get set up in an apartment and take care of his bills for about six months if he wasn’t stupid about it, plus he had a decent income at the time. However, if he ever touched the account, it meant he was leaving them. He wanted to be financially dependent, total slavery, but Frisco had required he have this escape clause, at first. It’s gone now, and if he leaves them he’ll do so with no money and no assets. He’d hated having it available, those first years, but Frisco had told him slaves don’t get a say in that kind of thing.

I wasn’t going to give Daisy a way out, though. No escape clause, no chance to get away for a long while. We weren’t going on the road trip this time, and she wasn’t going to the clubhouse yet.

Eventually? I’d have to rethink that.

But not yet.

Chapter 33

Dozer

I’d agreed to share her with Marco so she’d remember, and I was regretting that. Not the part about her remembering, but about sharing her at all. She wasminein a way I hadn’t expected, and my wolf wasn’t on board with us loaning her out.

I texted Julian and told him I needed a private conversation with Marco, and was surprised when the vampire walked into the Rolling Thunder Motor Hotel later that night.

He lifted a brow and telepathed.The wolf has developed an opinion about sharing your little flower.

He has.

It was part of our formal agreement. What are you prepared to offer for me to remove it?

I’m assuming you have something in mind, and that’s why you’re here?

At a minimum, I need to see her once a month, in your home, and I’ll need to feed from her. She will not remember being my meal, nor will she know I’m a vampire, at this time. She needs to know who I am, and she needs to consider me a friend. These things aren’t negotiable. If you can find something to negotiate I feel is worthy, I’ll consider agreeing you are no longer obligated to loan her to me or share her with me.

She was a human indentured servant in his territory, so he had every right to make that demand even if he wasn’t offeringto act as a go-between to protect me from the Concilio and the slayers.

You told me you want the best for her, and that’s why you were leaving her in my care. It seems to me, having my wolf claim her is the best possible outcome for seeing to her future safety in my care.

True, but I’m going to need some more incentive to help you with our supernatural enforcement organizations.

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