The stone beneath J felt uncomfortably cold and hard. Farr licked his lips with every inch of skin he uncovered, looking less of a noble prince and more of a lecher. Beside him, Gael and his men stood, expressions intent, but no less similar. There was bestial hunger in all of them, reminding her of animals denied their need for so long. They weren’t going to be the least bit gentle with her, she knew. Once, the thought would’ve sent a thrill down her spine, but only unease settled inside her. Where are these thoughts coming from? Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? All I have to do is let them take me on this table. Then I’m free. I’ll no longer just be a Breeder, a property of Genesis Inc., but the mate of a proud warrior prince. “Farr,” J began. He growled in response, as if he was no longer capable of stringing entire sentences together. J instantly knew whatever she had to say would be futile. After coming this far, Farr wouldn’t accept any form of hesitation or resistance from her.
