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arms around herself as Catalina’s smile turned even more chilling. She wished like hell Jacob was still standing next to her. She needed his warmth right now to chase away the goose bumps spreading over her exposed skin.
    “I didn’t ignore it—I just didn’t hear her straightaway.”
    “Fucking bullshit!” Jason and Jacob swore in unison, and Simon blanched and took a step backward straight into Catalina. She spun him around and grabbed his balls. Simon dropped to his knees, panting, white as a sheet.
    “I told you last time you didn’t hear a sub use her safe word that if you did it again, I’d make sure you wouldn’t be able to use these—” she replaced her hand with the silver tip of her stiletto heel and pushed down “—for a very long time indeed.”
    Simon squealed liked a pig, and several of the men standing close by covered their balls with their hands. Goldie would have laughed if Jason hadn’t chosen that moment to look at her. She couldn’t decipher the emotion in his golden eyes, but her body responded anyway. The gold color intensified, and the rest of the room faded away as Jason took several steps toward her. He pulled her into his frame and held her close before he released her with a muttered curse and faced squealing Simon again.
    “Is she pack or human?”
    “Human—argh.” There was a sickening crunch, and Simon screeched as Catalina’s heel disappeared into his balls. Jason spun Goldie around but not before she saw the blood staining Simon’s groin. Bile rose in her throat.
    “Jacob, get her to our rooms. Get her settled and then come and help us sort this mess.” He framed Goldie’s face in his hands and smiled. “Go with him. I need to find this sub and make sure she’s okay. This sort of thing does not happen in my club.”
    “Your club?” Goldie asked.
    He sighed and nodded. “Forgive me. This is not the introduction into the lifestyle I’d planned for you. If you want to leave, I understand. Just let me sort this first and then I’ll take you home.” The sincere words delivered in hushed tones only she could hear soothed some of Goldie’s worries, and she shook her head.
    “I don’t want to leave. You do what you have to do.” A brilliant smile lit up his face, and he pulled her in for a bruising kiss that left them both breathless by the time he released her. He ran his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and his eyes darkened before he handed her to Jacob, and walked away. Goldie was dimly aware of Jacob’s reassuring bulk at her back as she watched Jason leave, shrugging out of his vest as he went. Catalina and several other men and women followed, and when she finally tore her eyes away, the club had emptied. A few subs remained, no doubt having been ordered to stay where they were by their masters, and even Simon was gone. Goldie’s eyes widened, taking in her surroundings for the first time. Booths were dotted around the open area, interspersed with an array of BDSM equipment. Several St. Andrew’s crosses—one of them still had a sub strapped to it—spanking benches, and a collection of wicked-looking chairs were dotted around. Jacob swore, following her astonished gaze, and urged her to sit down in one of the chairs. Goldie perched herself on the edge of it, eyeing the various cuffs and restraints warily. This particular chair had a hole in the middle for God only knew what, and the seat tipped backward. Even perched on the edge, Goldie’s bottom slipped backward, and she hastily scrambled off it.
    The next chair was soft and cool on her exposed pussy, but it too tilted backward, and Goldie slid down into it with an embarrassingly loud squelch. Once again, she scooted to her feet. Jacob’s low chuckle carried across the quiet room, and heat suffused Goldie. His amusement faded when he released the sub from his cross, and the slender man collapsed in his arms. He picked the sub up and deposited him in one of the booths. Concern for the man had