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  1. Cover
  2. Copyright
  3. Author's Note
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
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“I’m listening.” Madwulf cocked his head.

“A game of chance.” He turned, holding an hourglass in his hand. “If I make her come on my finger before the sand runs out, I will fuck her first. If not…” He shrugged. “We’ll go with your terms.”

42

I will fuck her first.

A shiver of dread dragged down my spine.

Why had Priest phrased his conditions that way?

Fuck her first? That implied Madwulf and his mates would go next. Priest wouldn’t want that. He would cut off his own arms before he let that happen.

Given the banter of lewd comments and vulgar smiles around me, the pirates had interpreted Priest’s offer the same way I had. Worse, he hadn’t stipulated Ashley’s fate in his conditions.

My stomach dropped, and my breathing careened out of control. Amid my unfurling panic, Ashley’s hand strained in the restraints behind us until three of his fingers captured mine.

I squeezed back, hanging on. He was lending me his strength, letting me know he was here. It helped me to focus past the fear.

Whatever Priest was planning, it wouldn’t end with me being passed around to these scoundrels. I trusted that. I depended on his unwavering, overbearing possessiveness.

Madwulf rose from the chair and strolled toward Priest. “That hourglass measures ten minutes?”

Priest nodded, handing it to him.

“I dinna care how skillful you are with the lasses, libertine.” Madwulf cast a thoughtful look at the sand in the glass. “Ten minutes isn’t enough time to bring a woman to the acme of excitement.”

Priest could do it in two minutes. Under different circumstances.

He said nothing, waiting.

“She’ll fight you to the death before she surrenders.” The uncertainty in Madwulf’s eyes belied his smooth smile. “But it’ll be fun watching you try. If you fail, we go first. If you succeed, you fuck her in this room while we watch. Then we all get a piece.”

A muscle flexed in Priest’s jaw, and he gave a stiff nod.

Vicious chills attacked my circulation as excitement charged the air. A rippling current of hunger swept through the gathered men, intensifying with the tempo of their breaths.

“Lads?” Madwulf looked around. “Do we accept this proposal?”

A chorus of Aye’s rang out.

“She doesn’t leave the cottage until we’re all finished.” Madwulf lowered onto the chair closest to me and stretched out his legs. “Go on, then. Finger the cunt.”

My insides jumped as Priest approached. He wasn’t the only one who had to perform. Whether I faked this or truly surrendered, I would have to make a good show of it.

From Madwulf’s perspective, I didn’t have a stake in this wager. No matter who won, my outcome would be the same—rape, torture, death. If I looked like I was trying to help Priest win, the ruse would be over.