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Malock. “The wench is willing to serve. Perhaps she should be placed within a House of Pleasure. If the wench likes cock as much as I believe her to, she would do well there, servicing us all. A hefty purse would be made by her. She is pleasing to the eye.”
    Sara gave into the urge to verbally lash him. “I’m willing to rip your—”
    Jaston used his free hand to cover her mouth. “You are not yet bargained for. Do nothing to change the trader’s mind on the sale. I do not believe any would wish to remain with them. Pay no mind to Malock’s words. He says them to anger me. Not you.”
    He was right. She tried to temper some of the rage she had for Malock. How could a man that good looking be that big of a jerk?
    Malock cupped the front of his bulging loincloth. There was no denying what the man was packing. Damn him for making her horny while making steam want to come out of her ears. “I select you. I like my females with spirit. I shall purchase you.”
    She held her tongue and resisted the urge to claw his eyes out. Jaston eased his grip upon her and she slid down the front of him. Boldly, she turned to face him. Her palms traced over his hairless chest. Desire consumed her. She wanted to lie down and open her legs to this man. She wanted to let him do with her as he may. Dammed Galaxies, she even wanted to let Malock fuck her, and he was a giant ass.
    “She is mine,” Jaston repeated. His voice alone, this time even deeper than before, was going to bring her to culmination if she didn’t manage to get control of herself and soon.
    She wrenched free of him and stepped away from both men. “I belong to no one.”
    Malock offered a “we’ll see about that” look.
    She felt her resolve shaking and knew she’d submit to both men very soon if she wasn’t careful.

Chapter Five
     
    Jaston could barely tear himself from the fire-haired female. She was full of spirit, as Malock had pointed out. Small in stature, but taller than many of the females she’d arrived with, she wore the sheerest of wraps, showing off the fact she was clean-shaven between her legs. His mouth moistened at the idea of licking her slit, of watching her writhe with pleasure as she lay tied to his bed.
    His entire body tightened at the sight of her there. Her breasts were on the large side yet not overly so. Slightly more than a handful. The perfect amount. Her nipples were pebbled points nearly begging him to dip his head and suck upon them through the material. The beast within him wanted out. It wanted to fuck the bounty before him just as the man did.
    Her skin was indeed pale. Malock had not been mistaken. So creamy, so white. It would pink up amazingly if Jaston was to spank her ass, teasing her before he fucked her from behind. Maybe even from the front—she was that fetching. He could already imagine his dick pushing through the folds of her pussy. She’d be tight. He knew it. She’d be wet too. He could smell the wetness upon her already.
    She was hot for sex, her pussy all but begging for pleasures. Pleasures he could provide.
    He was too close to The Heat to dare to do anything with her without a long, long visit to his special room at his dwelling—the room that housed the items created to give the Ralen men sexual release, but the idea of Malock laying claim to her set his teeth on edge. Malock would not collar the beauty before him. The fire-haired female was his and his alone. The only collar she would wear was his. No other.
    She was full of spirit but he could sense the desire to submit on her. It rolled off her in waves. She would look so pretty on her knees before him, taking his cock between her pink lips. The green of her eyes was deep and reminded him of the protected forest areas he’d seen once on Earth. He couldn’t seem to look away from her gaze.
    The beast pulsed, wanting free, wanting to bond to the woman before him. Malock couldn’t be permitted to collar the woman. Not her. Any female but this