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all-powerful demon guardian in the middle of some sort
of summer rutting heat? He should know that he had been
insatiable. And that she had enjoyed every blasted moment of his
possession. Of course—she rolled her eyes—females appeared to be in
rather short supply down in the mines. Perhaps he lacked practice.
Perhaps he mistook her reluctance to collapse in ecstatic gratitude
at his muttered declaration that he was in search of a mate. Or
not.
    “Then why did you slip away—like a thief in
the night?”
    She lost her temper. “Because, damn it, I am a thief, Mkhai. That’s what I do.” His eyes flickered and
the orb dissolved for a second. She shrieked as snakes rained down
around them. With a snap of his fingers and a muttered word, the
snakes fell at their feet and disintegrated.
    “You were a thief,” he said coldly,
rebuilding the orb. “Are you one still?”
    She calculated the odds of appealing to him
with the truth. “It’s a job, Mkhai. It’s not personal. I was sent
here to retrieve a certain number of topazes. It’s what I have to
do or I’m unemployed. You guard; it’s what you do. What happens if you fail?”
    “I never fail,” he said stiffly. “Pharon’s
demons do not fail. It is unacceptable.”
    “Never?”
    “No.”
    So much for finding common ground. She’d
hoped they could discuss the salutary lessons taught by said
failures and agree that he could only grow from his failure to hold
her. It had been a nice thought. She dismissed it regretfully.
    “Demons who fail are tossed back into the
vortex from which we were called.” His eyes darkened. “It is most
unpleasant and quite fatal. No demon goes willingly.”
    The vortex was an endless swirling, empty
space. It pulled a demon’s essence in so many directions
simultaneously that the demon was literally shredded. Although
those shreds then reknit into new, darker beings— the demon himself
was gone. The agonizing pain of stretching and pulling was
unforgettable, even if life before the vortex was. Pharon’s
magicians had discovered the secret of knitting demons together out
of the vortex and had put their knowledge to work when Pharon had
demanded invincible guards for his mines.
    Mkhai possessed no distinct memories of those
moments before his body had been assembled from the vortex’s
swirling darknesses, but he did remember the sharp pain that cut
like a knife. He had no desire to relive it.
    Ever.
    And yet if he failed to discipline his femi , if he did not exact the punishment that Pharon
demanded of his thieves, then that was where he would go. And the
last memory that he took with him would be of her glorious face
shuddering beneath him in orgasm.
    Would it be worth it?
    He slipped his hand into her pouch and pulled
out the handful of stones that she had cut from the wall.
    “You had to take them?” he asked grimly.
    “Thief? Remember?” She prompted him.
    “How could I forget?” He examined the raw
wound in the wall where she had cut the stones free. “This is no
ordinary mine, femi .”
    “Believe me, I had noticed,” she
muttered.
    “These walls are living, breathing entities.”
He stroked a hand over the stone and she saw the same hot, golden
pulse building between his skin and the raw stone. “You cannot
simply cut the stones away. You must ask. You do not take.”
    “Right.” She’d never asked for
anything before. The Agency took. She explained this misconception
to him. “Piracy means never having to ask, Mkhai.”
    He looked unimpressed. “Start asking.
Particularly if you want to leave this mine alive.”
    “I’ve seen your discipline, Mkhai.” The
smoothly seductive tone of her voice sent a shiver down him. He
felt his cock stirring. “I believe I could handle more of it.”
    And she was going to get more, he thought
grimly. “When you cut the stones from the wall, you triggered
alarms.”
    “The snakes. Yes, yes, I get it. An avalanche
of nasty reptilians aiming for all of my soft, warm