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indeed know how to punish—and to please. He landed
three more stinging blows. The graphic sounds of her own panting
filled her ears, along with the juicy sound of her sex. Close. She
was so close to orgasm. She could feel it building in harsh spasms
from her very core. He could make her come like she had never come,
with just one more stroke of his talented fingers.
    Pleasure dazed her.
    “Down here,” he said, forcing her chin up
until she met the eyes of the males surrounding them, “you obey all
of us.” His voice was a low growl.
    “Yes,” she hissed.
    He nodded. “We are agreed then.” What had she
agreed to? He was standing her up, but her sex was so wet and juicy
that she almost came from the simple motion. She rubbed her thighs
together. She no longer cared who was watching or where she was:
she had to come, had to give into the spasms.
    He grabbed her chin between his hands. “Do
you know which season this is?” He didn’t wait for her to answer.
Good. She wasn’t sure that she could have strung two words
together. Instead, she focused on the desire humming through her
and let his words wash over her like a delicious surf. “It is the
summer season,” he explained. The males around them moved closer.
“We may be Pharon’s demons, set to guard his mines against the
thievery of your kind, but we burn during these months. Even as the
sun rises higher in the abovelands and bakes the sands to a glowing
hotness, it heats us. It heats our blood, our bodies. We burn.”
    He slapped a hand around the thick, hard stem
that pushed upwards from his loincloth. “Our flesh burns,” he
warned in a low, dark voice, “and there is very little ease
belowground. We must wait until one of your kind is foolish enough
to seek us out, to seek out our treasures and to pilfer. Then,” a
slow smile spread across his face, “then, we do find ease from the
burning. We find it here.”
    His thick fingers parted her soaked flesh,
but it was not his fingers that stabbed deep inside her sex. No,
the digits she rode so frantically belonged to one of the other
males crowding the tunnels. Oh, damn. They were sharing . One
by one, they stroked and teased and penetrated her soaking sex as
her captor held her open for them all.
    With a scream, she finally came in great
spasms, riding the fingers in the tunnel for all to see.
     

Chapter Three
     
    She should have visited the mines sooner.
Certainly, she intended to visit them again. And again. This male
gave a whole new meaning to the phrase getting it good .
Nevertheless, as any talented thief knew, plausible deniability was
the key. Sure, he’d found her trespassing. And it didn’t look good.
But she hadn’t actually stolen any stones.
    Not yet.
    The golden-skinned male gathered her
effortlessly into his arms, tying her wrists together and shoving
her rappelling gear into a leather bag he slung over his back.
Good. Although she could make it back to the ship without her
things, she didn’t fancy the climb up without a rope.
    She pulled the blacksuit closed as best she
could and he frowned. Playtime’s over .
    “I don’t even know your name,” she protested
just on the principle.
    Information was a weapon, right? She could
use all the weaponry she could find. She stretched luxuriously in
his arms like a cat, rubbing her skin against the hot, dry skin of
his captor. He hadn’t been kidding. She could feel the heat burning
through him. His cock was a rigid bar poking her in the small of
her back.
    She’d come; he hadn’t. What was he waiting
for?
    “Mkhai,” he said shortly. Damn, he wasn’t
even out of breath—and she was no small woman. If possible, he was
moving even faster down the corridor.
    “Well, Mkhai,” she started and aimed a look
up at him from underneath her lashes. Clearly, it was time to pull
the sex card. If her brothers would stoop to it, she couldn’t
afford to be picky. She’d left a detailed flight plan behind with
the Director, but if the male