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Shar’ia knew better than to test Joseferus’ patience. She tilted her gaze to Leanderus. She watched him free his cock from his pants and wanted to faint. Huge. Part of her wondered if she could accept the monster erection; her body didn’t give a damn. All she knew was lust, and she lusted for both men.
    “Open your mouth. I would see you service Leanderus.”
    Listening to Joseferus walk away, Shar’ia quelled the urge to turn and see where he’d gone. The volume on the music dimmed until it was barely there. She parted her lips. Her tongue peeked out to lick the tip of Leanderus’ penis. Mewls escaped her throat as she tentatively took his hot flesh into her mouth.
    Thankful he measured his strokes at first, she took as much of his cock across her tongue and down her throat as she could without gagging. Yes. Yes. Yes. Damn, she wanted this.
    “Don’t touch him,” Joseferus called when she raised her hands to stroke Leanderus. She gripped her thighs instead. A stab of pain rocketed up her legs to twinge in her pussy when her nails bit into her tender flesh.
    Leanderus gripped the heavy mass of her long, dark hair in his hands and began thrusting. Having no recourse, she took him deeper down her throat. She worked her tongue against the sensitive skin when he retreated.
    Her crotch ached more with each inward and outward pull. In her mind’s eye, she imagined herself riding his cock. Her pussy filled and stretched to capacity. The sensitive nub at the juncture of her thighs hitting the base of his penis in just the right way to make her come. Taking him deep. Having a world-altering orgasm. Please. Please. Please.
    The vivid fantasy, complete with her moans of pleasure, drowned out the music. She was so damn close to a climax, it wasn’t funny, and neither man had really touched her body yet.
    It was all in her head.
    It was a fantasy she could dwell in forever.
    She was nearly there, at the precipice separating maddening desire from the beauty of release, when Joseferus ordered Leanderus to stop. Leanderus didn’t thrust her away, but he might as well have kicked her in the stomach. He took a step back.
    “No!” Reaching for his cock, the sobs she’d held at bay broke free. He efficiently dodged her mad grab for his erection. The heated daydreams vanished from her mind, but the unrequited lust was racing through her at trans-warp speed. Crumpling to the floor, she buried her face in her hand and cried out her frustration. Her other clutched the carpeting.
    “Joseferus?” Leanderus’ voice hardly registered.
    “She must be punished in accordance with the Navorain laws,” Joseferus responded. “We cannot disregard the severity of her crime.”
    “She is not Navorain,” Leanderus countered.
    A pause stretched between the two warriors. Shar’ia tried to calm herself. Joseferus’ next statement made her wish for death.
    “She is now.”
    Joseferus didn’t agree with The Council of Kings’ decision to punish Shar’ia according to the Navorain Legal Code, but he couldn’t disregard the fact she was caught with his clan’s most holy relic in her possession. Truthfully, this punishment, though harsh by the Navorains’ standards, was a slap on the wrist when compared side by side to InterGal’s sentences for transporting stolen artifacts. He couldn’t tell her—yet—how incredibly lucky she was that she hadn’t been charged with the actual theft.
    If she had and was found guilty, The Council of Kings would have ordered her immediately put to death.
    Narrowing his gaze on the woman the sand had deemed his first wife, he sighed. His cock ached to sink into her welcoming warmth. That was out of the question. For three days, she’d have to abstain from sexual gratification, and so would he. Once they’d gotten through the most painful part of her punishment, Shar’ia would never taste real freedom again.
    Still, without consecrating their union, he couldn’t gain full insight into his new