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  “Oh, you’re afraid you’re forcing her, hmm? Well what if we turn the tables?” With a flick of her wrist, Rone felt himself released from the invisible bands her will had somehow trapped him in. He fell back with a cry, his cock aching with need. Right now, though, he just wanted to get away and give Kate some space. She would never trust him again if he hurt her this way—not even if he was forced into doing it.

  But the Madam of Shadows wasn’t through with them yet.

  “Right—on your back, Warrior,” she snapped and Rone found that he was flat on his back with no way to rise. Well, except for his cock. Despite their situation, it stayed stubbornly erect, begging for Kate’s touch.

  And unfortunately, that was what it was about to get.

  “Now you, my dear,” the Madam said, turning to Kate. “Straddle him.”

  “I…I don’t want to.” Kate’s voice trembled but despite her words, she threw a leg over Rone’s supine form and did as the Madam commanded.

  “No, but you need to. And your mate needs you to—if the two of you are ever to be in harmony again,” Madam Shadow snapped. “Now come, my dear, don’t be shy. Get a little closer. Rub that little pussy against your warrior’s cock.”

  Kate bit her lip and Rone could see the indecision in her face. Yet she came forward and lowered herself down onto him anyway, pressing the sweet, warm folds of her pussy against the hard length of his rigid shaft.

  He tried to bite back a groan and couldn’t. Gods, she felt so good against him—so right. And yet this whole situation was wrong. He didn’t want Kate doing something she wasn’t ready to do—something she didn’t want to do. He didn’t want her to fear him.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely but she shook her head.

  “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry too. I don’t…don’t mean to be doing this.”

  “You can’t help it,” he tried to reassure her. He was trying to hold completely still. But though the iron bands wrapped tightly around his chest and wrists, pinning his hands to his sides, his pelvis was free to move. He couldn’t help rocking his hips up in time to Kate’s strokes as she pressed against him and slid up and down the length of his shaft. Gods, he couldn’t feel the material between them at all. Having her ride him was an exquisite torture because he could feel exactly how silky and wet she was, how hot and swollen and ready.

  But was she really? Or was that just the Beast inside him, insisting that Kate was ready to be taken, that she needed to be bred and claimed?

  “Oh…oh,” Kate moaned softly as she continued to slide against him. Rone wondered if she was getting close—the Beast in him longed to feel her coming but he was afraid if she did, it would demand to taste her honey. His mouth watered for the taste of her, the warm, secret feminine flavor that was uniquely Kate. If she came against his cock as she had the night before, would he be able to hold back a second time? Rone wasn’t sure.

  “That’s right…” The look in the Madam’s purple eyes as she watched his mate was one of greedy lust. “That’s right, my dear. You can cry and beg and say you don’t want to but I know the truth—I know how wet you are for him.” She smirked at Kate. “You are, aren’t you? Your little pussy is so wet and hot he could slip inside you right now and fill you up without a bit of trouble.”

  “I…” Kate bit her lip, a blush of shame creeping into her pale cheeks. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, I…I’m not ready for this. I care for Rone but I don’t…I can’t…”

  “Well, if you’re not ready to fuck yet, maybe we can try something else. Lean over your lover, my dear. Let him get you a little more ready.”

  “What?” Kate looked at her with wide, fearful eyes. “I don’t…don’t understand.”

  “You will.” The Madam looked at Rone. “Come now, Warrior, reach up to meet her. Why don’t you suck those sweet, ripe nipples for a little while and get your little mate ready to fuck?”

  “I don’t think Kate wants me to,” Rone growled. But somehow he was leaning up and Kate was leaning over him, pressing her full, beautiful breasts to his face. He gave a low groan as he looked into Kate’s troubled green eyes. “I’m sorry, baby…so sorry,” he murmured.

  “It’s…it’s all right.” Kate’s voice was breathless and her cheeks were still flushed. “I…I know you can’t help it.” She pressed one of her ripe nipples to his lips. “Go ahead…I won’t…won’t be upset with you.”

  Taking her at her word, Rone drew the sweet, ripe peak between his lips and lapped at it tenderly. Gods, she tasted so good. He wanted to lick all of her—not just her breast. Wanted to give her entire, sweet body a long, leisurely tongue bath until she moaned and writhed and opened for him completely. Even though the silver material was still between his mouth and her breast, he couldn’t feel it at all. He could taste the salty-sweet flavor of her skin, could feel the tight pink peak between his lips getting even harder and more sensitive as he sucked and tongued it.

  Of course, he couldn’t help remembering all the times he’d done this in the past. After he’d finally convinced her of how beautiful she was, Kate had taken great pleasure in teasing and taunting him by wearing low-cut blouses and sweaters that showed a lot of cleavage.

  Sometimes they would make a game of it, with her teasing him until Rone chased her around the ship. When he caught her, he would pin her down and pull open her blouse to suck and lap her tight nipples until she moaned and writhed under him. That usually led to him tasting her elsewhere—most often with her riding his face as he lapped and sucked her sweet pussy until she came for him, long and hard…

  God, he missed it! Missed it so much but he knew Kate couldn’t remember any of it, so what they were doing right now was probably making her incredibly uncomfortable.

  He wished he could stop if only to make her feel better but he was powerless to do anything but lick and suck her nipples until the Madam of Shadows released him from this particular compulsion. It wasn’t just that the invisible iron bands were holding him down, it was as though she was actually controlling his body, making him do exactly what she wanted even though he didn’t want to do it.

  At last, however, the Madam seemed to tire of this particular activity.

  “Enough.” She gestured at Rone who was finally able to release Kate’s nipple from his mouth and lean his head back.

  “Are…are you going to let us go now?” Kate was panting, her cheeks still flushed.

  “Hardly.” The Madam laughed evilly. “We must restore your harmony. And we must satiate the Shadow before we let you leave Flame and Frost.”

  “Satiate the Shadow? What in the Seven Hells does that mean?” Rone demanded.

  “It means that no one who enters the Shadow as the two of you have done may leave without offering a sacrifice of either pleasure or pain.” Her lip twisted in a sneer. “Most choose pleasure but a few enjoy the finer aspects of physical pain.”

  “We don’t,” Kate said quickly. “So what do we have to do to get out of here?”

  “Fuck your mate,” Madam Shadow said bluntly. “That should cover the pleasure sacrifice nicely.”

  “No,” Rone said harshly. “Kate will never forgive me if I force myself on her—even if you’re making me to do it. You think you’re pushing us together? If you make us do that—make us make love before my mate is ready—you’ll drive a wedge between us we’ll never be able to overcome.”

  “Hmm…” The Madam of Shadows didn’t look pleased but Rone thought she was at least beginning to believe him. All it took was one look at Kate’s pale face to know he was telling the truth. “All right, then,” she said at last. “Something different. I know…” She snapped her fingers. “You, my dear,” she said to Kate. “Come further up your mate’s body until you’re straddling his face.”

  “What? Why?” Kate asked in a shaking voice even as she was assuming the position the Madam had demanded. Rone knew she couldn’t do anything else—she was under the same compulsion he was—caught in the Madam’s power.