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and his weapons.
    His cock was still rock hard, but his mind rejected the woman as a mate, and it helped him
    regain his self-control. Something about her psychic and physical smell repulsed him as much as
    the synthetic one aroused. Blinking against the lights, he curled his hands into fists and tried to

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    assess the situation. His four remaining men were all naked, with their armor discarded next to
    his farther down the hall. Judging by their dilated pupils and hard cocks, they were as affected by
    the hormones as he was.
    Every bit as beautiful and perfect as Volun had hoped, a tall woman with dark black skin
    covered in a shimmering canary yellow gown smirked at him. The cruelty in her gaze offset any
    physical beauty. Her scent reminded him of spoiled meat. Behind her stood at least three dozen
    guards, all armed to the teeth. Shit, Volun was right. Someone set them up. Guilt and fury battled
    within him as he tried to think of a way to save his men.
    “What’s our ransom price?” he spat out and lifted his chin. If she knew he was royalty,
    there was a chance he could negotiate. The way her eyes lit with greed as she examined his cock
    made him want to choke her.
    “No ransom for you.” She ignored the low laughter of the guard next to her.
    Without thinking, Devnar took a step toward her and screamed in agony as her guard shot
    him with a pain amplifier. For an eternity, his world was filled with white-hot anguish as his
    nerves told his body he was burning alive. The distant screams of his men only added to his
    torment.
    “Collar him,” the woman said in a bored tone. “And the blond, and that one with the tattoo
    around his cock.”
    “What would you like us to do with the rest, Lady Grenba?”
    Lady Grenba trailed past Devnar, and her skirts hissed along the floor as she inspected his
    four remaining men. Thank the Goddess the rest had managed to escape. “Kill them. Our
    agreement was only for the prince and to kill the rest, but I’m sure our friend won’t mind if we
    keep these men as a bonus. After all, we sent them more than their fair share of women in our
    last shipment.”
    “No!” he screamed; then his lungs refused to work further as blinding pain sizzled through
    every nerve in his body. An eternity later, he twitched on the floor, his limbs still jerking with the
    aftershocks. Slowly his sight returned, and his raw throat convulsed as he tried to swallow.
    A cool hand stroked his cheek. If he could have moved his body the slightest inch, he
    would have bitten those fingers off. “Did you feel the lust coming off of this one?” Lady

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    Grenba’s breath came out in a shudder. “With his royal blood, he will be the perfect gift to trap
    her. Exactly what she wants.”
    The greed in her words made him clench his teeth as rage fired through his muscles. “Fuck
    you,” he managed to whisper as rough hands grabbed his body and jerked him upright.
    Her hand was back again, tilting his chin upward. “Stupid man. Soon you’ll be begging to
    please.”
    “Never.” He would be damned if he’d let this bitch ride him. Goddess, he would give
    anything for the strength to reach out and snap her neck. Behind her, a guard dragged away the
    limp body of one of his men. A scorch mark on his temple confirmed his death, and Devnar was
    grateful it had been quick. He would mourn for them properly later; right now he had to take care
    of the living.

    * * *
They clasped cold metal around his neck and wrists before he was thrown into a holding
    cell with his remaining men. The door sealed shut behind them, and he roared with fury. Naked
    and enraged, he found his men, Ikel and Bolin, watching him and tried to regain control of
    himself. Closing his eyes, he pulled himself up the wall as his limbs began to respond to the
    signals from his brain to move. He was their prince, and he was responsible for them. That
    thought pushed back the despair threatening