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second woman. “Hurry!”
    Creed jerked against his cuffs, and metal clanked on metal. He tried to ask for water, but only coughed.
    A hand—a soft hand with very, very sharp nails—closed around his cock.
    Wind chimes tinkled softly, seemingly from everywhere at once.
    Wind chimes.
    Shit!
    His ring seemed to buzz against his skin.
    Creed forced his eyes open.
    Light stabbed into his awareness. He squinted and swayed against his bonds, and the fingers on his cock tightened. The other inside Creed tried to rise, but its energy seemed oddly thick and restrained. Creed snarled and yanked against the cuffs.
    “Give it up, cowboy,” said that sultry voice Creed had been thinking about since the moment he first heard it. “You’re grounded. Literally.”
    The hand on his cock moved, slipping like silk from tip to base, then cupping his sensitive sac. Creed’s mind cleared in one big hurry.
    Riana’s crescent pendant came into focus, then her bright green eyes, along with her nose and those red, red lips, close enough to kiss. He would have kissed her, too, on impulse, if he hadn’t been chained to her ceiling. She was smiling in that knowing way.
    Once more, she had him by the balls.
    Which, by the way, were still tender from his earlier encounter with her.
    This time she wasn’t squeezing them until they hurt. She toyed with his sac instead, kneading gently, gently, leaning so close he could smell leather and fire from the battle he vaguely remembered charging into—and getting his head busted.
    Despite his pain and confusion, Creed’s cock got hard so fast his teeth clenched. His back tensed. He wanted to thrust forward, feel her fingers on his throbbing shaft again.
    Riana seemed to read his mind.
    With a smile that would have killed a lesser man, she gripped his cock. Eyes locked on his, she palmed the soft underside, then ran her fingernails down his swollen length. Creed could swear each nail left a trail of fiery sparks. All the moisture in his body dropped southward, engorging his erection.
    When she brushed her nails across the tip, he almost came like a schoolboy.
    At that second, he became aware of someone else in the room. A woman. Two women. And something was burning his ass.
    Actually burning. God!
    His eyes watered from the pain, but his erection refused to wither.
    “Done,” said the redhead, Cynda. As she stepped around the table where he could see her and lowered her hands, the flame-hot feeling on his ass died away. “You can quit distracting him now, Riana.”
    Creed’s gut dropped as Riana let go of his cock, but she held his gaze for another mind-wrenching second. In that moment, no matter how firmly he was chained or what she planned to do to him, Creed wanted Riana more than he had ever wanted anything in his life.
    I have lost my mind.
    As if in agreement, Riana turned her back on him and stepped over a ring of wet earth and flames no higher than her ankles.
    A ring of fire burning in a metal-lined groove on a platform.
    No. A table.
    Creed realized he was standing on the big wooden table in the candlelit living room of Riana Dumain’s brownstone. The ring of earth and fire were contained in the metal-lined trench around the table’s lip.
    Another step took Riana down off the table, so that her head was level with his cock. When she turned around, she eyed him from head to foot. He imagined her climbing back on the table, walking over to him, kneeling, and taking him deep in her silky throat. His erection went from painful to unbearable.
    At least whatever was burning his ass decided to back off.
    “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but you don’t want to do this—whatever it is you’re planning, I mean.” Creed noticed candlelight flickering in mirrors on the walls, but a lot of the mirrors had been covered. “I’m not as safe as I look.”
    Weird. A lot of the chimes had been tied with a single cord, too, rendering them silent. Closed, his mind corrected, though he had no