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“You said you were thrown in the pit as punishment?” Jax asks, his quiet timber reminding me that I might be alone in this bed, but they are still here.

And of course he would remember that. That question locks me down faster than anything.

I don’t want to see his face again. To remember the pain of losing the only man I ever trusted, my light in the darkness.

“Yes,” my voice is clearly saying drop it, but he doesn’t.

“What for?”

I turn over again, facing the ceiling. Bright blue eyes flash in my memory along with a soft smile, the one only I saw.

I remember his tears of hopelessness as he patched my broken body, crying all the tears that I never could.

I close my eyes in pain, I can’t see it again.

It was bad enough living it the first time.

“I fell in love,” I ignore them after that, burying my head in the pillow beneath me. Eventually, I hear their breathing even out, and lulled by it, I soon follow.

I wake up slowly, my head cushioned by something soft and my legs and arms wrapped around something hard. I crack my eyes open and then slam them shut in panic. Shit. The body I’m wrapped around like a koala moves beneath me.

“You were screaming and moaning in your sleep. You stopped when I touched you, so I stayed up here.” Maxen’s voice is soft and his calm even breathing helps stop my panic. This is no big deal right?

“Sure,” I fake my calm and his chest moves as he laughs.

“Calm down Mi Alma, it’s only a bit of cuddling.”

Calm down? I’m going to stab him and then see how calm he is.

“Yes, well, some of us don’t cuddle with a lot of people,” I gripe before trying to move out of the circle of his arms. He tightens them, caging me in.

“You’ve never cuddled before?” His surprise only pisses me off. I wiggle trying to get free. He moves one of his hands and swats my ass.

“Stop moving and answer my question.”

I huff in annoyance and look at his face. It’s open and there's a tenderness in his eyes.

“No. Okay? No. I either couldn’t or didn’t want to,” I stay rigid in his arms. He peers at me, his eyes at half-mast. His hand strokes down my back softly. I grind my jaw against the purr that wants to come out.

“Couldn’t?” His voice is soft, creating a bubble around us.

I nod and he just waits. Ugh. “You don’t exactly get to have what you want when you’re a slave.” My voice is hard and I know my eyes must be flashing with barely controlled violence right now. His lips quirk despite that.

“Fair point. Now go back to sleep, will you? I’m comfy.”

My mouth flops open when he closes his eyes, his long black lashes causing shadows on his cheeks. Stupid pretty bastard.

“Let. Me. Go.” He tightens his arms again but doesn’t open his eyes.

Motherfucking cocksucker. I eye him, wondering how I can get out of this without killing him with the knife hidden under my pillow.

He smacks my ass again and I yelp. Narrowing my eyes on him, I lean forward and do the only thing I can think of.

I bite his neck. I don’t press hard enough to hurt, but hard enough for him to feel it.

He shivers under me and his arms tighten again.

“Mi Alma,” he groans. I let go and smile wickedly. Ah, so Maxen likes teeth.

“Let me go or I’ll do it again,” I warn. He slowly smiles, the effect devastating on my traitorous body that is enjoying this way too much.

“You can bite me all you want.” He licks his lips as his eyes heat. Fine, he wants to play this game? I dart forward and bite his shoulder, harder this time. He groans and buries his head in my hair.

“Fuck, Taz.” His voice is rough. I press harder, and his hips jerk as he thrusts beneath me, sending a spike of pleasure through me.

I let go and pause, licking my suddenly dry lips, wishing he would do that again.

Shit, I wanted to wind him up, not me. Knowing that he’s turned on only makes me hotter.

My clit throbs as he rubs his dick against me and his hands slip down.

Before I can run away, my head spins and I find myself blinking up at him in shock.

He grins down at me and settles between my parted thighs.

“If you want to play dirty Mi Alma, you should have said.” His head lowers and I turn mine just in time for his lips to hit my cheek.

He smiles against me and kisses my skin softly.

I don’t know why I’m fighting him, but it’s turning me on like nothing else has before.

He kisses down my cheek to my neck, his teeth gently scraping, making me moan.

He smiles against my skin. Cocky bastard.

“Are you going to play nice?” His voice is smoky and sinfully sexy. The fact it’s whispered against my skin sends an onslaught of sparks through me.

I shake my head, but my legs wind around his waist keeping him pressed against me.

Traitors. It’s my turn to rub against him like a cat in heat when he bites my neck.

He let’s go and softly kisses where he just bit.

Then he does it again, lower, each time leaving a gentle kiss to wash the sting away.

I’m panting by the time he lifts his head, my breath shuddering out of me with need.

“What about now? ”

I bite my lip to stop from demanding he carry on, and he grins again. Those lush lips parting in a grin.

“Keep fighting babe, it only makes me harder.” His head lowers to the other side of my neck this time.

As he kisses and nips down it. The feel of his erection rubbing over my clothed crotch sends sparks shooting down my spine, my nerves alight.

I lift my hands and try to push him away, but without looking, he grabs them and yanks until they are above my head.

He holds them in one of his large hands while the other strokes my side, getting closer and closer to my pebbled nipples.

Goosebumps break out on my skin in their wake.

Trying to twist away from him, I move from side to side.

His free hand digs hard into my hip, stilling my movement.

I know it will leave bruises, but fuck it’s hot that he doesn’t treat me like I’m glass.

At the same time, he bites down hard, and I arch beneath him as I let out a cry of pleasure.

He lifts his head again as my lips part.

His face is inches away from mine and he stares at me like a starving man.

He lowers his head slowly this time, giving me every chance to turn away.

When his lips ghost over mine, I’m lost. I raise my head and chase his lips.

The kiss turns hard and brutal, all clashing teeth and lust. I open, and he plunges his tongue in, battling with mine.

I bite his bottom lip hard, which has him thrusting against me again.

I break away and turn my head to the side, gulping in air. I moan again when he nips my ear, his breath hitting my sensitive lobe.

“I want you so fucking much. It’s crazy how hard you get me.

I knew I was fucked when I saw you cut that guy's ear off.” He lifts his head, the sight of his swollen lips making me momentarily forget what we were talking about.

A clear imprint of my teeth on his neck has me grinning like a fool before his words register.

I face him in shock, he must see the question on my face.

“Oh yes, Mi Alma, that turned me on like nothing else. Watching you fight? Fuck, it’s like porn.” His lips smash into mine again and I’m lost in the taste of him, like sex and booze all wrapped in one unbelievable package.

I hear the door to the main room open, but he keeps kissing me until he has to break away to breathe. Leaning his forehead against mine, we breathe each other in, our eyes locked in intimacy. I can still feel him hard and hot between my thighs and it keeps my body wet and wanting.

“You can fight this all you want, I will just keep coming. I knew when you told me to fuck off, I would make you mine.”

I snarl at the thought of being a possession again. He pinches my nipple with his free hand hard through my shirt, leaving me writhing with need. He waits until my eyes focus on him again .

“I am not him, Mi Alma. I am yours as much as you are mine. You just don’t know it yet.”

“That’s crazy, you don’t even know me!” I protest. He kisses my forehead gently.

“This world is crazy. I know what I need to.”

He kisses my face with each compliment. “You’re a fighter.” Kiss. “A survivor.” Kiss. “Strong.” Kiss. “Loyal.” He pauses above my lips, “and just as batshit crazy as us. Taz you are ours whether you like it or not, so you might as well get used to it.” He gently caresses my lips.

“Guys, are you still asleep -“ Drax’s teasing cuts off and Maxen grins down at me before turning his head to Drax. I peer over Maxen’s shoulder to see him leaning against the door frame, looking smug.

“Well, well, well. If I knew it was that sort of party I would have been back sooner. Care if I join?” My pussy throbs at the thought of having both of them.

I’m pretty sure my panties are toast at this point.

Maxen distracts me by turning and offering me a quick kiss before jumping up.

He stands there in his boxers, impressively tented at the front, completely unashamed.

I lick my lips as I take him in, all muscle and glowing skin.

He stretches his arms above his head, making his erection bob with him.

I swallow hard and watch all his muscles move with sinewy grace.

Fuck, he’s so fine. He turns and winks at me and I know the bastard did it on purpose.

I yank my blade from under my pillow and throw it.

It grazes his cheek and sticks in the wall behind him.

He bends over laughing so hard I see tears run down his cheeks.

He straightens with a chuckle as I fume on the bed.

Sauntering to my knife, he gives me a good look at his firm, peachy ass.

I blink as he walks towards me. I should be scared of all that power heading my way and the knowing smile on his lips.

Instead, I lean back on my arms, thrusting my breasts out and letting my legs spread a little.

After all, two can play this game. He stumbles and almost falls as his attention drops to my chest and then my legs.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, before stopping in front of me.

He leans over me, his head next to my ear as he slides the blade back under the pillow.

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, Mi Alma.

I’m tempted to throw you up against the wall and fuck you until you forget why you’re fighting in the first place.

” His voice whispering naughty things in my ear as my eyes lock on Drax’s makes me shiver with need.

Drax watches me, not hiding the lust in his gaze as it drops to my body and slowly slides down to my parted thighs.

Maxen pulls away, dropping a kiss on my lips as he goes.

“Fuck,” Drax moans, rubbing his face as if trying to get rid of the image of me.

“You’re just jealous,” Maxen teases as he saunters past Drax, leaving me spread out on the bed looking bewildered. What the hell just happened?

Drax pouts at me.

“He’s right, you know. I’ve been wanting to kiss you since that shit hole of a town, and seeing you like this? I’m going to be imagining you riding me while Maxen whispers dirty things in your ear all day.”

I rub my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure. He watches and then points at me as his name is called in the other room. “I’m next.”

Then he follows Maxen out.

When he’s gone, I blink, bringing myself back into the real world.

I bang my head back against the pillow in frustration.

Why is the thought of Drax joining Maxen in playing with me so hot?

The bigger question is am I going to let them?

I bang my head again, don’t I have enough problems without wanting to start some sort of harem?