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754292, and Diego’s was 754293. When the entire family entered together they used the code 754290, which is what he typed in now. It functioned as a way of knowing who was at home and who wasn’t, which helped their Alpha when he needed one of his pack urgently.
    Monty wanted to be inside the dungeon watching Zoe as she entered. That meant he couldn’t be the perfect gentleman and wait outside until she’d entered, but he used the excuse of turning the light on instead of holding the door open for her. He wasn’t certain why, but it was imperative he watch her face and see all her expressions as she looked around at her very first dungeon.
    She slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder, crossed her arms, and then stepped into the dungeon. He tried to see it through her eyes. It’d been made to look as genuine as possible, even though it was inside a concrete block building. The warehouse itself was a huge structure with four stories of solid concrete. The basement held secure parking, the laundry, maintenance, air conditioning and furnace rooms, and the dungeon. The first floor held the offices, small breakout rooms, a cafe that served simple meals, and a large community area, and that level was all most visitors ever saw. There were more community areas and small meeting rooms on the second floor, and the third and fourth floor were family apartments.
    In the dungeon itself, the walls were concrete, painted black, and the floor was gray tiles while the ceiling was black blending with the walls. Monty watched Zoe carefully. Her body posture hadn’t changed. He was getting no clues at all about her thoughts from her body language. Her face was blank, he thought, but her eyes seemed to be brighter than usual. Yes. That was his clue. Her dark eyes were full of intelligence and, he thought, interest and acceptance for what she was seeing.
    Since this area was available to any of the adult panthers, most of the toys were locked away in half a dozen drawers underneath the counter against the back wall. But the spanking bench, St Andrew’s Cross, and the sets of ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling were all unmistakable. Against the right hand wall was a rack holding canes, whips, floggers, paddles, and ropes.
    He wondered how carefully she’d scanned the walls. The left side had a door into a bedroom. It was painted to blend in with the wall, but she was smart enough to discern it if she looked closely.
    “Would you like to touch something? Would you like to try something out?” asked Vallen.
    Monty flicked a quick glance to his brother but didn’t want to stop watching Zoe for longer than a nanosecond.
    “I’m fine, thank you.”
    Diego stepped much closer to her. “I agree that you’re fine. We all think you’re mighty fine indeed. But we could help you feel much finer.”
    Monty had to take a breath and lick his suddenly dry lips. Damn they’re pushing the boundaries with her. But will it work? Will she let us play with her?
    Zoe walked farther into the room and turned to look at them all. “Are you all Doms? All three of you?”
    “Yes.” Monty thought they sounded like the chorus in some old-fashioned play. He supposed the real joke was that they’d all answered exactly the same instead of using different words to agree.
    “Do you always work together on the same woman? Submissive? Or do you sometimes have your own, one on one?”
    “We’ve had our own girlfriends from time to time, but you know that there’s a world-wide shortage of female shape-shifters, so it’s been very obvious for years now that if we’re to successfully find a mate we most likely would have to share. Besides, we think quite alike most of the time because we’re identical, so sharing isn’t as hard for us as it might be for some other panthers,” Monty explained.
    “But have these girlfriends been subs as well?”
    She was probing now for more information. Monty wasn’t going to answer for his brothers. He was