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serve us?”
    Shayla stared at him. He was beautiful, his long body lithe but sleekly muscled, his skin pale, shadowed with dark, silky hair on his chest and belly. His sex hung heavy between his thighs. But as she continued to study him, she noticed other things. Dark red discolorations marked his skin from chest to his groin.
    She whirled around to glare at Cassandra. “What have you done to him?”
    “Taser, by the look of it. But don’t worry, it’s not permanent.”
    Shayla’s insides clenched as she saw the evidence of his pain. She bit back the need to lash out at the ones who had done this, to scream at Cassandra to release him. Instead, she forced her breathing to slow. She couldn’t afford to lose her temper; she needed to understand what was going on.
    “Why are you doing this?” she asked.
    “Well, you see, Witches have been escaping to Earth for a thousand years. We’ve always been safe here. Then you show up with a Warlock in tow. We have to be sure this isn’t some sort of plot to follow us here and destroy us all. But he’s tough—I don’t think he’ll break.” She slanted a smile at Shayla. “You know, Rachel thinks we might do better getting the truth from him if we torture you instead.”
    Shayla had thought him unconscious, but at Cassandra’s words, he raised his head. His violet eyes were dark, glazed with pain, but they had lost that unfocused look. They flickered from Cassandra to her, widening as he took in her changed appearance.
    He slowly rose to his feet. “Leave her alone,” he growled.
    Pride rose up inside her at his words. Even naked and chained, he radiated raw power. She could see the male arrogance in his expression, and she knew then that they could kill him, but they would never break him. She squared her shoulders and swung around to face Cassandra. “So, do you plan to torture me?”
    “Of course not, you’re one of us. But him”—Cassandra waved a hand towards Tallon—”he’s different. Most of the women here have suffered because of his kind. They want to kill him now. But I’ve been doing some thinking and it really depends on how well he cooperates.” She crossed the room to stand in front of him, reaching out a hand to stroke her fingers down his chest, scraping her nails across the masculine nipple. He tensed at the touch, his muscles locking. Her hand drifted lower, across his taut belly and she cupped his sex in her palm. She turned to Shayla. “He’s very well-endowed, isn’t he?”
    Shayla wanted to scream at her to stop, but at the same time, she couldn’t turn away. She glanced at his face. A dull flush shadowed his cheekbones; his jaw was rigid. She peered down, and his cock twitched in the other woman’s hand. Cassandra stroked the hardening erection, teasing the silky skin, squeezing her fingers around the growing length.
    Her lips curled up in a pleased smile. “Very obedient, isn’t he? A good little Warlock. Maybe we’ll let him live, after all.”
    Tallon struggled to move away, but he was held immobile by the chains. “Get your hands off me,” he said, his voice filled with menace.
    Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “Or else? Besides, wouldn’t you like the chance to find out what it feels like to lie with a woman?” She turned again to Shayla. “He’s a virgin, you know. They’re all virgins except for some of the elders who are chosen to breed. They’re not allowed to actually take a woman. Oh, they have the pleasure slaves to suck their cocks, but sex is a complete no-no.” She stroked him again, and he flinched against the unwelcome touch. “What a waste.”
    Fully aroused now, his thick, long shaft arched up against his flat belly.
    Shayla glanced back to his face. His eyes briefly locked with hers, then slid lower to stroke over her body in the tight clothes, lingering on her breasts, the length of her legs, then back to her face, growing hot. Shayla studied him in return, unable to turn away. Heat rose in her body,