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  “Well, now that everyone has gotten acquainted…Demona, why don’t you go sit on the bed?”

  Demona did what she was told. Her mate sat in a chair a little off set and watched. She sensed his tension. The air was ripe with it, but it was more than that. There was also excitement. It was coming from her. Her heart pounded. Her teeth were sharper than normal. She ran her tongue over them and willed herself to get a grip. Everything was going to be okay. She sat on the bed and imagined that she was all alone with this woman, who was gorgeous in her own right. Ample, full breasts. Skin the color of lily petals. Her hair was a dark contrast against her pale skin. She sauntered over, her hair covering her breasts. She was taller than Demona with an exotic look to her face and pure green eyes.

  Candy slid onto the bed behind her and ran sharpened nails down Demona’s spine. Demona tried not to shiver, but it got the best of her. “Don’t worry, baby. I don’t bite. Just go with the flow of things. It will all be over sooner than you know. If you relax, then you can take pleasure in it. I promise you’ll enjoy it,” she whispered in her ear.

  “I’ll try. I’ve never, ahh, done this before.”

  “Oh, wonderful. Sammy, you brought me a virgin. We’ll have lots of fun, honey. Don’t you worry about it. You smell delicious.”

  “Thanks.”

  Demona closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. Something about this was off. She didn’t know what it was exactly, but the whole feel of the shoot wasn’t what she expected at all. It’s only nerves. That’s the reason. She opened her eyes slowly and forced her body to relax. The heat of Candy’s body up against hers kept her warm in the cold warehouse. Samuel clapped his hands. The lights dimmed.

  “All right, people. We’re going to be rolling. Everyone off the set, please. Demona, Candy has invited you into her lair. You are the unknowing victim of her latest obsession. Candy, you’ve admired her from afar, but now she is primed for you. You can let loose and tell her everything you’ve ever wanted. Secretly you’ve loved her and desired to be with her. Demona, lay back on the bed.”

  Demona scooted to the head of the bed and lay back. Candy took her hands and put them in handcuffs. The cool metal settled against her skin. She tugged on them lightly, testing their strength. “Nothing to worry about. They’re fake. They’ll break in an instant. It’s just for the movie. Promise.”

  She nodded and eased back. She took another deep breath and told herself she could do this. Her gaze flicked over to Sebastian, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her. He was tense. She sniffed. His desire perfumed the air. Demona smiled at that. He was getting off seeing her tied up. That was a good thing. Let him suffer. Serves him right for making me do this.

  “Damnit, Candy, where are those ears?”

  “They’re on your seat, Sammy. You can be so forgetful. Here, give them to me.” Candy walked off set and came back with a pair of white, fluffy bunny ears. She settled them on top of Demona’s head.

  “So I’m supposed to be the white rabbit. I really don’t think that goes with my character. Unless you think I’m prey.”

  “Don’t worry about it, Demona. It’s for the role in the movie. You were at a costume party and decided to go as a naughty Easter Bunny. The only thing we have left is this scene. Before my other star quit we had filmed the girls going at it while they were in masks, so now that she quit we have to have the continuity of the ears so people get the story line.”

  That makes sense. I guess. “What’s the name of this film going to be anyway? Thumper Gets Eaten?”

  The whole crew broke into laughter. “That’s a good one. But no, sweets. The real name of the movie is you’re both fucked.”

  “What does that mean?” she asked.

  Candy smiled, revealing her sharpening teeth. She brought her claws across Demona’s breasts. “It means that you’re not going anywhere, lovely one. From now on you’re both part of the harem. Did you really think we were going to let you get away?” The panther laughed. Candy’s hand traveled between her breasts and settled over her stomach. Her fingers lightly scratched over them in circles. “Oh, we’re not playing.”

  Her eyes changed colors and her pupils became the oblong slits of a cat’s eye. Demona struggled against the cuffs, trying to break them, but they held fast. “Come on, Samuel. Let me up. This isn’t funny anymore. When we agreed to do this, it wasn’t about making me part of some harem. Sebastian, get your ass over here and free me.”

  There was no answer. Samuel stood over her. “Oh, sweets. Don’t worry about your lovely mate. He’s sleeping at the moment. And those cuffs are real silver. They’ll leave a nasty burn if you’re not careful. And you don’t want to break the skin and get any in your blood to contaminate the babies. Unless, of course, you really want to have a miscarriage. Anything so small at this point has no immunity to silver. Even if you inhale the essence of it. Well…we don’t even want to think about that now do we?”

  Demona growled when she finally understood what Samuel was saying. He was going to keep her hostage. “You animals. Let me go. You will not have me or my babies. Let me out of here.” She focused on shifting, but even that wasn’t happening. The proximity of the silver was making it impossible for her to change.

  Candy patted her head and kissed her on the nose. “Now now, Demona. Nothing to worry about. We’ll take good care of the children when they’re born. They’ll bring a fortune on the black market. Any offspring born to shifters are a rare gift. Maybe, if you’re good, we’ll let you keep one. Now that we know that you can breed, we’ll just make more. Your man is such a hunk. Sammy is going to have so much fun with him. And you, love, you and me are going to be getting along just fine.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sebastian opened his eyes slowly. His head felt heavy, almost if he had been drugged. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this bad. He tried to recall the last thing that had happened to him. He was sitting on the sidelines of the set, watching Demona with that lovely pussy getting ready to start getting it on. Seeing Candy naked with his mate had hardened his cock so much that he wasn’t sure he could sit and watch his mate and the other shifter touch one another, let alone have sex. One of the crewmembers had seen his distress and gave him some water. After the first couple of sips, his head started to get fuzzy. He’d thought it was the air, but now he realized he’d been drugged.

  Son of a bitch! He growled. He tried to move, but found that he couldn’t. He was shackled to the wall. There were silver collars around his neck and around his legs. They had left his hands free. He was completely naked in a carpeted room. There was a window that let in the moonlight. Across from him was a door. To the right was a miniature dungeon with whips that looked to be studded with silver barbs. On the other wall was a bed with several posts and nails sticking out of the wall. He assumed that was where they tied people up. He turned his head searching for Demona, but didn’t see her.

  What have I gotten us into? He wondered. Now his mate was in danger along with his unborn children. If it was only him, he could deal with that. Years ago it might have been fun to see where this imprisonment would lead. He wouldn’t have minded a little training. He admitted he didn’t care for being dominated, but he did have a kinky side. But now he had others to think about, his wishes were the farthest thing from his mind. He had to find a way to get out of the shackles. Already the silver was starting to burn around his neck and his ankles. He gazed at the floor again and saw his clothes piled up neatly on the side of the bed. What he almost missed was the little pale rectangle that blended in with the carpet. It was Clem’s card. He had to find a way to call his friend.

  “Oh, you are such a lovely thing.” Sebastian gazed over at the door. Samuel entered wearing nothing more than a blue robe with white dragons embroidered on the sides. The sash was tied loosely and the mongoose was naked underneath the robe.

  “I don’t know if I should take your words as a compliment or try to rip out your throat,” he growled.

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sp; Samuel flicked his hand at him. “Oh, luscious. You say the sweetest things. You have to be a good boy or I won’t tell you what you want to know about your little Demona. Now give me a peck on the cheek and tell me you’re sorry.” He offered up his right cheek close to Sebastian’s face.

  Sebastian caught the scent of roses. He ground his teeth together. He could do this. If he didn’t play along then this sicko crazy shifter might hurt his mate. His fingers itched to take a swipe at him, but he held his temper. Samuel had his eyes closed and was waiting patiently. Sebastian leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on his stubbled cheek.

  Samuel grinned and patted Sebastian on the head. “Good boy, luscious lips.”

  “Where is Demona? What have you done with her?”

  “Patience. Your beloved mate hasn’t been harmed. If you play nice, she won’t be. Maybe if you show me how good you can be, I’ll even let you stay with her. Let you get in a little fucky fucky with her while the others watch. It’s so much more fun when there are others watching. The more the merrier, I always say.” Samuel ran his perfectly manicured fingers over Sebastian’s chest.

  Sebastian knew he had to play along. If not for his sake, then for Demona’s. “Look, I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt her.”

  “Don’t hurt her, what?”

  “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  He slapped his chest and clapped. “Oh, I love wolves. So eager to please. They are always loyal to their Masters. From now on you’ll call me Master. Come on, say it.”

  Sebastian clenched his fists. “Master.”

  “Good boy. Now I’m going to take off these leg shackles and bring you over to the bed. Don’t even think of trying to run or going for Demona. Candy is watching over her at the moment. And if you disturb her catnap she gets rather irritable. But that’s what you get with an upset pussy. If only she were my type. We would make a perfect match. But you, fine stuff, are exactly what a man needs to ease his tensions once a day. I think I’m going to keep you for a personal pet and not put you in the harem.”

  “You have a harem?” Sebastian asked.

  Samuel looked up from undoing the first shackle. He ran his fingers up Sebastian’s legs and tickled his knee. “Oh yes. That’s why all the other shifters know not to come into my territory. Once they do, they’re mine. Monty used to be my lookout and would entice other shifters. Him and that White Rabbit costume. It’s a shame, really, that he had to be put down. You were almost a goner until I put that anti-venom into your heart. I knew you would take me up on the offer to do the movie. What man would pass up the opportunity to see his wife getting eaten by another woman? That, and you wolves have such a sense of honor. It was so easy to entice you. Give you a feeling of freedom, make you think that you could come and go as you please. It was so easy. Now, be a good wolfie and go sit on the bed.”

  Sebastian walked slowly over to the bed. Without the silver shackles on his feet, he felt a sudden burst of energy. He could shift if it wasn’t for the silver collar. He pretended to stumble. He went down on his knees and picked up Clem’s card. He crushed it in his hand, praying his captor didn’t notice. He got up slowly and gave Samuel a wide smile. There was a look of uncertainty in his eyes, but that melted away when Sebastian turned and shook his butt. He had to learn to play the game fast. One thing he was good at was thinking on his feet.

  “Ahh, this is all kinda new to me. I’ve never been with another man before. I really don’t know what you want me to do.”

  Samuel purred in his ear. “Oh, leave that all to me. You just hang on for the ride, hunky buns. Now get on the bed.”

  Sebastian did as he was told. Samuel took the silver chain he used for a leash and fastened it to one of the hooks on the wall. He slipped his robe off to reveal smooth white skin and a red erect cock. Sebastian didn’t want that thing anywhere near him.

  “I see you looking at me. You’re only being modest about being with other men. Demona insisted that you couldn’t stand the thought of it, but tell me. You’re really hiding the fact that you’re into this, aren’t you?” Samuel nipped his ear and slid a palm over his pec.

  “Ye-Yes. Master. I love being fucked. I love…” I can’t believe I’m about to say this. “B-big dicks. They make me so hot. My mate doesn’t know. Please don’t tell her. It would break her heart.”

  “Oh, sweet one. You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that. I promise when you’re good and ready we’ll break the news to her gently. Every once in awhile I make an exception and sleep with women, too. She would go on the list. I wouldn’t mind having a threesome with her. It might even be fun. Of course, she has to learn her place here.”

  Sebastian didn’t reply. He clung to Clem’s card, dredging his mind for the lyrics of Don’t Fear the Reaper. It was absurd. He had listened to the song and known it by heart because he loved the Blue Oyster Cult, but at that moment, the words were evading him. The bed depressed. He sensed the weight of Samuel’s body behind his. He shut his eyes and thought harder. The song ran through his mind. He could hear it. It was on the tip of his tongue.

  Samuel ran his fingers down Sebastian’s spine. Cold shivers encompassed him. Sloppy wet kisses followed the trail of the fingers. He tried not to move. Then the lines came to him. He began to sing under his breath hoping, that the other shifter wouldn’t hear him.

  “What is that you’re saying, love?”

  “N-nothing. Just getting in the mood. I’ve never been chained up before. Normally I’m on top. I’m not used to being a bottom…Master,” he added swiftly.

  Samuel patted his ass. “You’ll get used to it. It’s not so bad after the initial penetration.”

  “Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. We can be like they are…” Sebastian wasn’t waiting anymore. He started singing out loud. This was not going to happen to him.

  “I love that song. You like the Blue Oyster Cult, too. Oh, honey buns, we are going to get along so well. I can just feel it. Now hold still. One more minute and I’ll take you to Heaven.”

  “Whoa, dude! Tell me to cover my eyes before you call me. I’m not into dudes, Wolfman.”

  Sebastian glanced over and saw Clem in his Hawaiian shirt, covering his eyes. “Who the hell are—” Samuel collapsed on top of him. Sebastian fell forward on the bed with the silver chain starting to choke him.

  “Clem, get this guy off me and get the collar off me.”

  “One second. Ugh! His soul is all squishy. Ewww…”

  After a moment, the weight lifted. The collar was gone. Clem leaned on the wall across from him. He was folding something that appeared to be ripped fabric into a neat square and stuffed it in a pouch. He rubbed his neck, feeling the slight rash from the silver. He got up and stretched, looking at the now pale body of Samuel. His erection pointed straight up to the ceiling.

  “Thanks, Clem, for getting me out of that jam.” He hopped off the bed and slipped on his jeans and his shirt. His entire being felt dirty. At least he hadn’t been violated by the other shifter. He only hoped that Demona had not fared any worse than he had.

  “No problem, my wolf dude. I was on my way here to get this guy when I heard you singing. All to my surprise here you are about to get it on with mongoose boy here. Not that I’m one to judge, but what were you doing with this guy when you have that luscious thing of yours?”

  Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. “Long story. Very long. Next time you have a spare moment I’ll tell you. Trust me, it was not something I had planned. I’m a one-woman guy and nothing else. What do I owe you for getting me out of this jam?”

  The blue-tattooed Grim Reaper waved him off. “Nothing. Buy me a couple beers and a good steak next time you see me.”

  “Deal.”

  Clem snapped his fingers. A pair of sunglasses appeared in them. He slid them over his face and ran a hand over his braided goatee. “Well, dude. I’ll be seeing you on the dark side of the moon. Catch you later.”
With a pop he was gone. Sebastian smiled, thankful the Grim Reaper had saved him. He definitely owed him one. Now it was time to get to Demona and save her.

  He tried the door. It was locked. He spied the robe and searched the pockets. Inside were the keys. On the bed was the silver collar. It was unlocked. He scooped it up and headed out the door. The rest of the warehouse was quiet. He sniffed the air. He followed his nose to Demona. It led him through the warehouse where Samuel’s apartment was, into the other one. He walked into the part of the warehouse Samuel had set up for the film shoot. Faint light filtered into the room via the long open windows that faced the back of the warehouse. On the bed was Demona. Candy was sprawled next to her in panther form.

  He crept up on her slowly. The floor squeaked. Demona looked up. He rested his finger against his lips and motioned toward the panther. Demona nodded and raised her hand. He noticed the cuffs on her wrists. They were holding her to the bed and preventing her from shifting. I’ll kill the bitch for doing this to you.

  He moved further into the room. The floor squeaked again. The panther lifted her head. Her eyes settled on him. A loud roar escaped her throat. He growled right back. His back muscles rippled. His teeth grew. Fabric tore. He lunged and jumped, landing on the bed on all fours. The panther caught him in her claws. One swipe and she hit muscle on his side. He ignored the pain and butted heads against the panther. She landed on the floor on all fours. A loud screech echoed in the warehouse. He bared his teeth when she struck out at him again. This pussy was not going to get the better of him.

  The panther bowed low and hugged the floor. He didn’t take his eyes off her. Candy’s muscles bunched. She was getting ready to spring. He licked his fangs. It was dinner time. She jumped. He leapt in the air. His jaws wrapped around her throat and sunk in. She tried to shake him off, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Her claws ran furrows along his sides and gored him a few more times. Blood ran down his throat while he waited for the kitty to stop moving. Finally she was still. The bite should have been fatal, but with her being a shifter he wasn’t sure. He willed himself back to human form and took the silver collar. He clicked it around Candy’s neck. When he did, he felt a weak pulse. She was going to be fine.