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wrapped her rope-tied hands about his neck, as if to pull him closer, was odd.
    “That’s...” The rest of her angry words were cut short by Torgeir lightly slapping her face.
    Shocked, she rocked on her feet, desperate to get away but her hands were tied. She tugged and twisted, only to feel the ropes at her wrists tighten.
    “Panties, remember? Unless you want that to be you?” He waved at the sexual exhibition but she refused to look again. He bent until his mouth was adjacent to her ear. “Good. This is sensible. Watch and be good.”
    That his warm breath on her ear had stirred her made her shudder again. She shouldn’t react so when a man had her bound. That she’d moistened below was appalling when she was in the middle of an orgy-like disaster. All she had to hope for was that an alien lord be true to his word? She was doomed.
    “Now, Lord Kalfa.” Torgeir slapped her ass. “How much for her?”
    “Her?” Bear man laughed and spun around to settle into a big chair at the top of the table. “Why? She’s spoken for, though I was planning on having some fun with her first.” He leaned forward and examined her thoughtfully. “I want to see if these Earth women are as good as people say they are.”
    Oh crap. He didn’t mean good at gardening. Her breaths came faster and her heart was racing too.
    Torgeir clamped his hand over the back of her neck.
    “This girl? Maybe. What did you say they’d pay you? Fifty thou? I’ll pay seventy.”
    “No. I promised her.”
    “To an outsider? Seventy-five.”
    “Not enough.” The man stroked his beard. “You seem keen.”
    “What do you expect? I’ve been off working as a Preyfinder for years. Now I’m free to do as I please, I please to buy and fuck women. Sell her. I will give up the Om I hold over you and I’ll give you seventy.”
    “The Om?”
    She could hear surprise in bear man’s voice. His eyebrows rose to his hairline and remained there for some seconds. The room seemed quieter too, as if a shockwave had rippled outward. An Om must be worth something to them.
    This was going to work, but she’d paid over so much more than this. She tried to grace Torgeir with an extra strong glare but couldn’t turn within the arc of his hand.
    At least he was doing what he’d said he would – buying her. But...what if he did desire her? The large hand at her neck, the rope at her wrists, and the pulse of blood there because he’d tied it too tightly, all these reminded her of how impossible escape would be if Torgeir turned on her.
    At last Kalfa stirred and gestured. “Wrap her eyes. She has an insolent look about her. Eighty. If you give up the Om and you fuck her here and tell me if she’s any good.”
    She should run. Torgeir seemed to sense this and his fingers clamped in.
    “Eighty? No. No watching me fuck her.” Casually he pulled her over, shoved her face first onto the table, and dragged down her underwear while he kept his palm planted on her lower back. Before she’d managed to do more than gasp a few times, he was tying the panties over her eyes. “There. Now, where were we?”
    Today was a day for sensible cotton panties and she’d worn black and lacy. How silly to be mortified about that – from the cool draft, it was likely she was revealing all of her private area to anyone who bothered to look.
    “At eighty. You know this other man, this foreigner, he wants her bad. I think he’ll go higher.”
    With his hand on her neck, Torgeir kept her pinned though now and then his finger strayed and he stroked her ear lobe. “You’d sell this succulent female to an outsider? You can’t.”
    Succulent!
    He slapped her ass again. Squirming only resulted in him holding her down even firmer.
    “She’s mine.”
    “Not yet.”
    “You don’t want the Om?”
    What was this Om?
    The sound of her heartbeats drummed harder every second. The chair Kalfa sat in squeaked, as if he adjusted position while he thought about what to do, with her. This