She bit her lip. “So, what? It’s been what an hour since you last… you know…,” she fisted a hand as if pushing a cock inside her ass. “Couldn’t wait to have another go?”

She took a step closer. “What is it Omega? Isn’t your man giving you enough? Had to take it in your ass vagina until he could pound away at you again?”

“I’m not your Omega. I’m your brother. Just shut up.”

“Make me.”

I didn’t retort, and I suppose that was an admission of defeat. Chains on my nipples, and a cock in my ass wasn’t good preparation for a fight.

“So brother… how many times have you fucked yourself?”

My expression dropped. “It’s not like that. I just wanted to see what it was like...” My voice mumbled. “If I did it myself.”

“Unlike your man? I heard they’re huge. Surprise your ass isn’t stretched out. Hell, I’m surprised you can walk.”

“No,” I shouted. “I haven’t been with a guy okay? Nobody’s been in me. Once he takes me, I’m his. No guys. Just those damn machines.”

Judging from the raised eyebrows, I shouldn’t have said it. “So it’s true. There are rumors the Volardi make sure that everything works first.” Her slight grin increased. “Is that what they did brother dear? I mean some stories are positively scandalous. Big ol’ dildos…”

Her voice was sultry when she spoke. “Come on... it’s just us fertile ones here. Was it a clinical exam where your legs were wide open and a finger... maybe...” Her eyes widened. “They did fuck you with a dildo!”

“How did you...”

“You got that look all women get. That look that says you’re embarrassed but damn if you didn’t like what happened between your legs.”

“I’m not a woman.”

“You’ll squeeze a baby out. Close enough for me. Tell me... did you spurt on the ship too?”

I kept my expression as neutral as I could.

“Yeah, you did. I guess the question should be how many times. I bet you left the table or bed soaked. Fuck... I’d ask you how it feels different from a guy, but you never were one, were you?”

“That’s it. I’m out of here.”

“No, you’re not. You’re here for a reason. The first thing you asked about was Pa. That tells me he’s your key to getting out of all this.”

Her voice turned singsong. “I can’t believe it. My brother fucked in the ass and loved it.”

A familiar male voice drew out. “Oh, I can.”

My stomach churned. Nate. No. Anyone but him. Not now.

The door opened further, and Becky’s expression dropped as a familiar muscled man strolled in. I wasn’t sure what was bigger. His smile or muscles. He wasn’t as huge as the Volardi but with my size, it was a moot point.

“Figured I should come over and see this for myself. Holy fuck. His gaze lingered down to my chest.” His hand went out toward my robe. “You look like a queer in that get-up.”