“Boy, if this is any indication of how the Game is going to be, I can’t wait to start on the serious fun.” Legs falling, Chris freed him.

“And the serious sex.” Duncan dropped next to him.

“Do you know of any other kind of fun?” Chris pressed his body closer.

“And just whom were you planning to have this fun with?” Baiting him on purpose, Duncan dragged him nearer.

“Troy, of course.” Rolling on a side, Chris was quick to clasp his not-so-limp equipment. “Then there’s John and Paul in case I want to expand my horizons.”

“Or have them expand yours.” With the warm palm circling his cock, his senses could not help stirring.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Defiant, Chris tossed back his shoulders.

“Nothing.” He kept it deceptively inconsequential, as though it would not matter to him one bit. “Except that you still need my permission before you can do anything.”

“Do I have to beg?” Intensifying the pressure on the long gland, the angel went from fondling to jerking. “How can I earn your permission?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” Duncan provoked on purpose.

“I’ll do anything you ask.” Lowering his head, Chris puffed a hot breath on the tip of his erection.

Which got him as hard as marble in no time at all.

“For real?” Clamping his neck, Prince Caldwell blocked his lurch to gulp down the way too eager shaft.

“For real.” Twisting upward, the blue-gray gaze locked on his.

And the determined look in Chris’s arresting eyes left no doubt he meant it.

“All right, but first let me check on the princess.” No, he had not forgotten about her, not even if being with Chris tended to make everything and everyone slide away. Princess, how are you doing?

Fine. Hard to miss the rush of excitement that kept her cunt nicely drenched. No, great, ‘cause I’m taking a delicious bath.

In the underground slaves’ quarters, judging from the image floating to the top of his head, a vast place with imposing walls and pools of hot water at the center.

Liar. He chuckled. You can’t wait to start the Game.

That, too. And boy, did she go tense all together at the mere idea. But if I start thinking about it, I couldn’t keep still. The dull thud of her cunt was so loud he feared it would burst just from pounding.

And I might start attacking some of the cute male slaves that are down here. She sounded so hungry she would probably have no qualms in doing it.

Don’t you dare! His tone went all commanding. In case you forgot, we’ve entered the Game, so you’re my slave for real now!

He was certain this kind of talk would spin her senses crazy. It was exactly what he was counting on, and when he heard her submissive, Yes, Master, sorry, Master, he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

Now, you be good while I fuck the angel’s brains out. This last was for that competitive side of hers. And he was sure it would push her right overboard.

“Are you done with that nosy slave of yours?” Annoyed as though he had taken forever to talk to Ylianor, Chris jumped on him.

“Can’t wait to start groveling?” Pulling on the blond hair, he dragged the angel to the edge of the mattress and forced the head to drop down. “Or maybe you’re in sore need of gagging.”

Getting to his feet, he slammed his erection into Chris’s wide-open mouth, the impact fiercer because he cradled the shiny head between his palms and pushed it up at the same time he shoved for the ass.

No way could Chris avoid choking. No way could he oppose any resistance. Not while Duncan clamped his head to force him to swallow and hold the whole of him until near suffocation. Until Chris had to burst out gasping, every time he eased the pressure to reload for his next blow.

No mercy.

No pity.

He silenced the gurgling and sputtering, interested only to have his cock coming out of Chris’s ass in one piece. He just loved the effect, and nothing would convince him to slow down the fast beat now devastating Chris’s mouth.

No, he was not at all concerned.

Chris could take it.

He absolutely could.

Prince Caldwell knew it for a fact. When Arthur had explained how things in the energy business worked, he had suddenly understood why he and his boys had subjected Chris to all kinds of abuses. It had been the one way to control something only he himself had the Virt to do. For sex was the key to Christopher Templeton, a key no one could use as effectively as he could.

That bit of extra awareness drove him to accelerate the pounding and the explosion flooding Chris’s mouth all the way to his balls.

“That wasn’t half bad.” Pushing the angel up, he tossed him on the bed.

Chris had to swallow a couple of times simply to have enough air to breathe normally again. “Does that mean I have your permission now?”

“Not a chance.” He was getting such a kick out of this stringing Chris along that he saw no reason to end it. “That was just the appetizer.” Kneeling in front of him, Duncan raised Chris’s legs and bent them backward until his feet touched the mattress. “The real fun begins now.” With the angel’s ass flung out as it was, and the not-so-narrow hole gleaming from its own lust, Chris’s rear was a very easy take.

One slam and he was up to his balls inside the confined channel squeezing his monstrous size on every side.

“‘Cause I’m going to come so many times I’ll literally drown your ass.” Ruthlessly drilling to the root, the prince stretched everything beyond its original proportions. “While you’re not allowed to come, not even once.”