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“But don’t worry,” he says, his tone almost mocking. “We’ll make sure you last a long time.”

Dumber chokes on a sob, and I don’t miss the way Voss’s pupils blow wide with satisfaction. I exhale slowly, shifting against the wall, watching it all play out.

Fallon stands and steps down into the pit. I almost step forward to stop her, but Kingston catches my eye and gently shakes his head.I settle in to watch what she will do. They say your mate is supposed to be your equal, right?

Chapter Nine

Fallon

March 16th

2:06 P.M

Stepping down into the pit gives me chills. That might also be the sexy-as-sin man standing next to me. Something about the darkness inside him calls to the dark inside me. I slide one arm around his waist and another around his chest, looking at the two men. I was being honest when I said looking at these guys was gross. As is, in fact, they are naked and have nothing to look at. “Very interesting.” I purr the words in his ear. I’m glad I’m wearing jeans because I can feel the slick soaking my thong.

Voss growls as he takes a deep breath and his nostrils flare. “Are you wet for me or for them.”

It’s almost comical how quickly the two dumbasses in front of us forget that they are about to be tortured. “And if it were for them?” I tease him licking the side of his neck.

“Then I’d rip their dicks off and shove them down their throats.” He looks ready to do just that. One of the men actually squeaks. Pathetic.

“Good thing it's all for you, baby.” I purr again. Running my hand down his chest then look at the men strung up. “Boys. I would answer the questions about to be asked. I know you don’t want to be hurt. I can’t convince them to let you go unless we can get what information we need.”

Voss stiffens, and someone behind us sucks in a breath. I tap Voss on the back and wave off the others where the men can’t see. Voss’ muscles relax slowly. I’m glad he realizes I’m pretending to be soft. “She may give you a chance. I would do anything for her. Even letting you go once we are done.”

I lean up and kiss his cheek before stepping around his to go to his table, curious to see what tools he uses. Pliers, saws, knives, clamps, a horse brush, and various other things.

I barely glance up from the scarred wooden table, my fingers absently tracing a deep groove in the surface as I speak. “Boys, do you know who’s taking the omegas?”

I can hear Kingston, Jace, Romano, John, and Colby start laughing. Not loud or long, but more like a room full of chuckling men.

I blinked, glancing up to see what the hell was so funny. I didn’t think what I asked was funny. Everything looks the same. The men in the room haven’t moved. Nothing seems different. My brows pull together. “What?”

Voss tosses an amused, sharp-edged smile over his shoulder, his eyes glinting with something close to cruel amusement. “Be thankful you have no sense of smell at this moment. They, however, do.” He steps to the side, and it takes me a full second to realize what he’s saying and showing me.

Oh. Oh no.

Both men—our supposed prisoners, our captives, our enemies—are rock fucking hard.

I groan, slapping a hand over my eyes as disgust curls in my stomach. “Oh, what the fuck?”

One of them, the first man, swallows audibly, and it sounds painful. “You’re an omega?” His voice is strained and tight, like speaking takes effort.

I lower my hand just enough to squint at him in irritation. “Yes. What does that have to do with anything?” Still confused. Still disgusted.

Voss, however, is having the time of his life. He laughs, delighted, stepping closer until he’s nearly in my space. His brown eyes flash with pure, unrepentant amusement as he leans in slightly, voice dropping just enough to make my skin prickle. “They can smell your slick, Princess.”

I jerked back like he just slapped me. “Excuse me?”

Voss only grins wider, and I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that he finds this hilarious or the fact that I now must be aware of this deeply unfortunate situation. “You are an unbonded omega, and they are alphas.” He gestures at them.

My nose wrinkles in deep, soul-crushing disgust as I flick a glance at the two men, who look both miserable and mortified. “Sorry, boys, but given the circumstances—and the fact that I am very much married to four of the men in this room, including the one currently laughing his ass off—whatever you’re thinking? Not gonna happen. Flattering though.”

The second man, who up until now had been dazed, barely present, suddenly straightens, blinking rapidly, fully alert. Like he was drowning and just clawed his way back to the surface. His voice is even and measured, with the barest hint of strain under it. “I would apologize, but as I assume every man in this room knows, it is involuntary. I would hope this… unfortunate reaction will not be used against us.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the sheer politeness of the request. I fold my arms across my chest, watching him carefully. “You understand the situation you’re in?”

He nods once, sharply. “I do.”

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