  &quot;She is not here to be rutted by me,&quot; he replied with the sharp edge of amusement that she had learnt was Rikash at his most vindictively dangerous. &quot;She is here to be rutted by Nadyr whilst we watch.&quot;
  Nadyr met her eyes over Harper s shoulder, and she saw the warning in his. This was, she realised, another test of Nadyr s loyalty, Rikash making his second perform something that should be intimate, with an audience. 
  &quot;Come,&quot; Rikash led Amelia to the couch and sat, pulling her onto the seat beside him. &quot;Let s see what it was that our second did to convince his mate to claim him the very first night. Move the table, Nadyr,&quot; he shoved the coffee table with the toe of his shoe.
  Nadyr released Harper, whose eyes immediately went to the door as if contemplating escape. He lifted the heavy coffee table easily, removing it to create a square space 

  Rikash watched his second rut. Nadyr had given up even attempting to croon, his focus totally on the sensation of thrusting his engorged flesh into his mate, his eyes had lost focus and his mouth hung slack, reminding Rikash of Verika s rutting male. 
  &quot;Let up, second,&quot; he decided, laughing. &quot;Before you do yourself an injury.&quot;
  The woman under his second sobbed out a whimper as he withdrew, and Rikash laughed harder as, releasing the constricting band, Nadyr groaned and came, his seed exploding from him in a heavy stream that had him clawing the carpet and arching under the release before slipping to the side, leaning heavily against the couch, his forehead against his arm. 
  &quot;F-k, Rikash, I am uncertain if you intend to kill me or just torment me into wishing you would,&quot; Nadyr sighed heavily.
  It was interesting, Rikash observed, that Nadyr had spent 

  Krithdeker as a teacher was an improvement, Amelia decided. Rather than barking words at them and insisting that they respond by rote, he spoke at length about the history of his people and the roles of dominants and submissives within the culture – some of which Rikash or Nadyr had spoken to her about. 
  After an hour, he told them that they could speak amongst themselves, and he moved to the dining table with one of the tablet devices, appearing to become very absorbed in what scrolled across the screen before him. 
  Amelia knew from experience that they were not as absorbed as they appeared to be, and that he would be listening to anything spoken of by the submissives in the group. 
  Chris, the only one of Verika s men that was permitted to speak, leaned forward into her line of sight. &quot;Lilith?&quot; He whispered. 
  She looked away from him. 
  &quot;Who is Lilith?&quot; Ju

&quot;She is not here to be rutted by me,&quot; he replied with the sharp edge of amusement that she had learnt was Rikash at his most vindictively dangerous. &quot;She is here to be rutted by Nadyr whilst we watch.&quot;
  Nadyr met her eyes over Harper s shoulder, and she saw the warning in his. This was, she realised, another test of Nadyr s loyalty, Rikash making his second perform something that should be intimate, with an audience. 
  &quot;Come,&quot; Rikash led Amelia to the couch and sat, pulling her onto the seat beside him. &quot;Let s see what it was that our second did to convince his mate to claim him the very first night. Move the table, Nadyr,&quot; he shoved the coffee table with the toe of his shoe.
  Nadyr released Harper, whose eyes immediately went to the door as if contemplating escape. He lifted the heavy coffee table easily, removing it to create a square space on the carpet. 
  Rikash was hard, Amelia noted, in anticipation, and he drew her closer to his si

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