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smaller man’s voice, though it held pain, also held a deep, uncontrolled pleasure.
    He was exactly where he wanted to be.
    Mach pulled the other man away from the tree and forced him to his knees, following him down in a smooth, practiced gesture.
    “You want this, Elder?” Mach’s voice was low and guttural, his words clipped and awkward, as though he hadn’t quite grasped the English language.
    Mach wasn’t human, not fully. She could see that in his profile and his hulking, enormous body. She didn’t know what he was mixed with, but either his mama or his daddy hadn’t been human.
    She shivered.
    Elder. Mach and Elder. Strange names for a couple of sexy strangers, but ones she was sure she’d heard sometime before. She didn’t care to think about it right now, though, as all her concentration and will was needed not to throw herself to the ground and masturbate as she watched Mach fuck Elder.
    Her fingertips ached, and she realized she was holding on to the rough bark of the tree with a death grip. Her breath came fast and hard, but she didn’t worry about the men hearing her.
    Mach’s hips pumped as he shoved his cock into Elder, and she couldn’t take her stare off them.
    Then something made her look at Elder’s face. He was on his knees with his upper body on the ground, his face turned toward her.
    And as she peeked around the tree like a sex-starved voyeur, Elder’s gaze met hers.
    She couldn’t pull back, couldn’t tear her guilty stare away, couldn’t get up and run. Frozen, she knelt there and watched him come as he held her captive with his dazed eyes. He cried out his orgasm to her as the big man fucked him so hard he would have rammed his head into the tree had Mach not secured him.
    Elder’s climax held a little more edge because she watched; she saw it in his eyes. She also knew that when his orgasm eased and his body was once more his own, he’d be coming after her. Those two would rip her apart and steal her goods, then forget she’d ever existed. It was the way of life.
    Even so, her pussy throbbed, and she could not look away. The thrill of her predicament and the awfulness of the risk, combined with two mostly naked male bodies slamming against each other stamped her will into the ground and held her helpless and trapped.
    Mach groaned and drew her gaze. He threw his head back and gave two more slow, heavy thrusts into Elder, then collapsed half atop the other man.
    “Mach,” Elder murmured. “We have company.”
    Mach was halfway to her before she even realized he’d moved.
    And by then it was too late.
    By then it was much too late.

Chapter Two
    “Cin Trinity,” she said, but didn’t offer him a handshake. Her hands were busy holding Saint and Satan.
    Mach looked down his nose at her, his narrowed gaze full of enough dark fire to burn the skin right off her face. His features were not exactly humanistic, but his alien looks were attractive, very handsome. His eyes were longer than normal, his nose a little thicker than a human’s, his lips full but with a twist to them that somehow made them look completely masculine. His face was a contrast of soft and hard, craggy slashes and olive skin, dark brows and thick, short eyelashes.
    His eyes were black and brown, shot with vivid threads of green that would have mesmerized her, had she allowed herself to stare into them. He was…fascinating.
    His entire body vibrated with a low, almost inaudible rumbling growl that made her wonder, once again, what he was. “Why are you spying?”
    She shrugged, her confidence restored as the knives moved restlessly in her tight grip. “I was enjoying the show. There isn’t a lot of good porn on Ripindal.”
    Elder walked up behind Mach, buttoning his pants, a grin on his face. She could see beneath the facade of that grin, however, and didn’t believe for a second he was any less dangerous than Mach. “Brave girl,” he murmured, his gaze on her knives. “But I see you have reason to be.