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And the fact Ezra was insisting he be bitten again if his brother had to be, spoke to how important this was to them.

“Of course,” Dev told them. “The problem is that the magic isn’t balanced now, and it’ll only become more imbalanced. Elijah’s body stopped having to create its own antibodies when we gave them to him to save his life, and yours will keep making them,” he told Ezra. “And that isn’t my fault. If either of you had told me the bracelets wouldn’t keep you fromchanging, we’d have doubled up. We were quite clear on the fact you should notchange.” And since the Concilio’s notes didn’t mention the devices not working as expected, Dev was willing to bet they’d managed to keep it from their overseers in the stables as well.

“I didn’t know I mightdieif I did!” Elijah argued.

“I will not always give a reason for an order,” Dev told them. “You’ll both be punished for not telling me the bracelets wouldn’t work on you. I’ll give my decree once I deem you’re both healthy enough to handle the punishment. If Brooke doesn’t feel I’ve gone far enough, she’ll add to it.”

“And if she thinks you’ve gone too far?” Ezra asked.

“That’s never happened. She’swaymore bloodthirsty than me.”

Different people needed different kinds of consequences. Assigning a boring job in the laundry, where the shifts take up every minute of the day a person isn’t sleeping or eating, worked for some of the hardest-to-tame problem children, though sometimes they spent a year in the bowels of the laundry building before they learned the lesson. He didn’t think that was going to work with these two, though. They’d have to be separated for it to drive the message home, and their previous trainers had all been quite clear that punishments had to be harsh and shared, whether it was believed one or both had been involved. If one knew about it, so did the other.

He was still debating on the best way to punish them. The wolves had this thing where theychangedthe miscreant from human to animal form over and over. Not turned them so muchas ripped the animal from the human, then ripped the human from the animal, over and over. He’d done it to shapeshifters before and it was a good punishment with no sexual overtones. These two had been trained to enjoy sexual pain, so that meant whipping them was out unless he wanted to rip the skin off and tear into muscle, and he hoped to avoid that while he was trying to build trust. He’d do it if nothing else seemed appropriate, though.

He wished it could be as simple as separating them to punish them, but he’d seen videos of what happened. These shapeshifters had been the cat first, before they were human. Separating them sent their cats into a wild frenzy, so it wasn’t an option.

This would be ever so much easier if they were wolves or even bears. Wolves and bears could work on logic when being punished. They could be conditioned, but cats were just…cats. You had to befriend a cat before you could train it.

Dev need a punishment that forced them to control themselves while they felt pain.

And he suddenly knew what to do. There was a sexual component, but he’d put them in a cock cage to offset it.

As Dev had expected, Elijah had no more convulsions, and Ezra’s only came every couple of hours. Technically, it would’ve been okay for Elijah tochangeand heal once the antivenom did its job, but the twins wanted to wait until Ezra could, and Dev didn’t push.

He spent their awake time getting to know them — just listening, though he asked an occasional question designed to keep them talking, when conversation slowed. They spoke Italian, English, and French. They’d only learned the basics of math, but they had a thorough understanding of history, government, and rhetoric. And, of course, they were fully trained sex slaves.

Dev looked forward to fucking their asses. They were going to be fun to reward, and he hoped there were plenty of reasons to reward them. However, when they didn’t deserve a reward and he was horny, he’d fuck their throats. It was a win/win for him, though it wouldn’t be for them when they misbehaved.

Chapter Eleven

Genie arrived at the biker’s compound around eight in the evening. They were throwing a huge party, and that meant she’d be fucked by not just the bikers, but any of their guests she was ordered to pleasure.

Shelovedthese parties — being handed off from man to man, fucked in every hole, sometimes in two or even three holes at the same time. By the time the parties were over she’d always had too many orgasms to count. She was on the pill, but her personal rule was only one man could jizz inside her between periods, so she required the bikers and their friends use condoms in her pussy. Because of that, many of them chose her ass, which was fine, but some of the bikers loved what she could do with her pussy, so there was plenty of action there as well.

But on this night she had a hard time focusing because she kept thinking of Dev.

And not just Dev, but the bratty cats, too. She wasn’t interested in submitting to them, but she couldn’t deny how much she’d love to have both of them working on her at the same time. She’d never had brothers before, and the idea of trained sex slaves who happened to be gorgeous identical twins set her off more than she’d thought possible, since she was usually only attracted to Doms. The thing was, the twins were more like dominant slaves, in that they said what they wanted and weren’t shy about it.

Squatch walked her to a human man and promised the man ‘their Genie’ would show him a magical time. She rode the human’s cock and got him off with her pussy muscles, andwas figuring out the most graceful way to go back out where she might find a more interesting sex partner, one who might actually get her mind off Dev, when Khan took her by the arm and walked her into the back, punched a code into a number pad, and led her into the conference room. He stepped to a chair and sat, moving it so he sat right in front of her.

“On your knees and then talk, little owl.”

Genie went to her knees the way she knew he liked, her boobs pushed out and her hands behind her back, her feet on her ass, her knees spread. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You love sex. You usually get lost in it. You aren’t.”

“Oh. I…” This was Khan. He knew more about her than some of the men she’d dated for months. She could be honest with him, and maybe it would be good to talk to someone. “I had amazing sex with someone yesterday. I keep comparing the men I’ve been with tonight to him. I can’t help it.”

He smiled. “You’re in love?”

“No!” It came out before she had a chance to think about it, so she took a few seconds to consider it. “No,” she repeated. “But there’s the possibility of something, I think.”

“With Dev?”

She nodded, and he lifted her into his lap and kissed her forehead. “You need to do a better job when we ask you to pleasure a guest. Lose focus again and I’ll spank you. Things’ll be wrapping up soon. I’ll get a prospect to follow you home in about an hour.”

Her deal with the bikers was that while she was in their clubhouse or with them for an RTMC event away from the clubhouse, she’d fuck any of them, as well as anyone a fully patched member told her to fuck. She only came to the clubhouse when she needed sex, so it worked for her. Khan wasn’t being unreasonable, expecting her to be focused on the person she was fucking.