The shout from the benches came from a blond demon five rows up who got to his feet with a slow, deliberate flexing of his bare chest.

Selma was nearly shocked out of her hormonal daze. Ten million dollars? She stared open-mouthed at the male as he walked down the stairs with a saunter that subtly highlighted his perfect body control. When he made it to the sawdust he turned to face the benches, resting his massive hands on his hips covered in tight leather pants. It was the position of someone issuing a challenge.

“Fifteen!” Someone yelled from the benches.

The Lord who’d greeted her when she stumbled through the door—the auctioneer—nodded at the first bidder. “Do you wish to concede, raise your bid, or fight the challenger?”

The blond turned his head and smiled wickedly, his flaming green eyes catching hers for the briefest moment. “I believe the little Breeder would appreciate a fight, Maell.”

Another male stood up from one of the closer benches. He looked severe and determined as he made his way to the arena.

The moment his foot touched the sawdust, dark energy gathered in a swirling mass around the demon who’d first bid on her. With a flick of his arm it shot toward the newcomer.

The second bidder snarled and braced for the assault, raising his own dark magic to repel the attack.

The two men squared off, seemingly grabbing dark energy out of the air and hurling it at one another, leaving deep gashes bleeding onto the floor wherever it struck.

It finally ended when the blond launched himself at his opponent, and roaring like a wild beast, he pushed all the dark energy swirling around him at the other at the exact moment his fist connected with his jaw.

The newcomer didn’t block the attack swiftly enough, and when he toppled backwards, his shoulders hit the ground with a muted thump. Maell jumped in to place a strong hand on the blond demon’s shoulder just as he was about to press both hands against the fallen man’s throat.

“Eirath wins! The bid stands at ten million dollars.”

Both demons were growling, their eyes locked on each other as if they expected the other to jump at them while they slowly got to their feet. Blood dripped from both of them, and there was no hint of Eirath’s casual arrogance when he finally took his gaze from his defeated opponent to look at her again.

His eyes were filled with something feral and terrifying, and though her clit spasmed longingly at the sight, cold terror made its way to her brain. This was what she would be fucked by and bound to for the rest of her life—the monster underneath their disguise that clamored to possess and consume every ounce of her.