“Come for my Brother,” he ordered quietly.


    “We don’t think you are done yet.”


    It was a long timeter that they finally let me up. My female body had Long been primed for orgasm,


    especially with them. They wrung every bit of that from me. I barely remembered being cleaned up and


    the dinner we had afterward. My men had exhausted me.


    The days became a pattern and I got used to it. In the morning I worked with Rose, in the afternoon we


    swam, and then talked. I used that time toe to terms with this life. At night, my family took me to


    the training grounds.


    The men enjoyed the physical exercise. They bound my breast and we’d run the perimeter of the


    ground. Usually we worked on the slow motion stances and I used the fake sword. Some days we


    worked on precision and I swung my piece of wood at a target to practice actual sword y.


    A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y


    The young family we’d met the first night continued toe and work with us. Their confidence in


    dealing Damien and his Brothers grew. Although they’d obviously started this as a dare, they seemed


    to enjoy conversing with my family. It had originally been curiosity that brought them to us. It was


    interacting with Damien and his Brothers that kept theming back.


    At first, I noted that my family just made friendly small talk with the boys. Soon Damien and his


    Brothers began to really get to know them. Obviously they had a Lot inmon, but here the different


    ranks of age rarely conversed with one another. No one knew why.


    One night the boys helped Bane teach me to wrestle. Obviously, only my family would be wrestling with


    me, but the younger men demonstrated. They stripped down and showed off the moves they knew.


    “Come,” Bane encouraged as one of the smaller boys held his Brother down, “look at the cement of


    the hands,” he exined.


    “Aryn cannot rise with Tyson holding him like this. All the force is here and here.”


    I nodded and Looked at the two boys straining against each other on the ground. Bane was right. The


    smaller boy, Tyson, had therger boy, Aryn, trapped beneath him. Tyson had Aryn’s arm twisted so


    the Larger boy could not rise without harming his own shoulder.


    There was no way I’d be able to hold a man like that, but I paid attention to every detail of the hold.


    Bane made me crouch down and really look at them. My eyes lingered over Aryn’s family mark and I


    suddenly jumped back with a hand over my mouth. No wonder the boy looked so familiar.


    The boys released each other and stood when I backed away from them. They looked concerned. My


    reactions always seemed to throw them off guard. I was special to Damien and his Brothers and they


    just weren’t sure how to take me.


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    Damien was in my face a secondter with Christof right behind him.


    “What is wrong?” Damien demanded.


    “Did they frighten you? They will not harm you Ciara. They did not move when you were near. We will


    protect you.”


    “That isn’t frightened,” Christof said watching me closely. “That is surprised.”


    “I don’t think…” I trailed off.


    “I can’t tell you here,” I said pleadingly.


    Damien wouldn’t hear of it. He put his ear to my Lips and demanded the secret right now.


    The shock reverberated through all of them when I spoke.


    “Aryn is Bane’s offspring,” I said softly. “Look at his shoulder, Damien. Your mark is there along with


    Bane’s number.”