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eyes followed her
gaze.
    “Guards, you are dismissed now. I want
complete privacy. Go now!” Alexei ordered.
    Would it be easier to deal with Alexei
alone , Orèlan wondered, just as she wondered about Alexei’s
curious emphasis on the words “complete privacy?”
    “ His pants, puta, I want to see his
injury,” Alexei snapped as soon as the guards had left. Orèlan felt
just mildly relieved that this would be Alexei’s only intention.
But she was beginning to believe that Alexei himself would not take
advantage of Wyndham. If she tried to think about it as men and
women lovers would, it could make sense. A lover desired respect
from their chosen.
    Softly she murmured her assurances to
Wyndham, and he mumbled at the sound of her voice as she began to
undress him, starting with his evening shoes, and then moving to
his pants. She could sense that Wyndham was partially conscious and
he moved with her motions sluggishly, not fighting what she was
doing. He lifted his hips when she asked him, yet his eyes remained
closed. When she pulled his pants away, she saw the wrap that he'd
used earlier to bind his leg.
    “Take the binding off,” Alexei ordered
sharply as he stood behind her.
    At the sound of Alexei’s voice, Wyndham’s
broad hand clamped down over her hand, which rested on top of his
bindings. Alexei glared cuttingly at her, ordering her with his
gaze. “Wyndham, let me unwrap your leg,” she whispered and
Wyndham’s hand relaxed as he mumbled her name, then further he
murmured.
    “Do not l-leave me, sweetheart.”
    “I will not, Wyndham,” she responded, beneath
Alexei’s icy glare. The endearment Wyndham used had sparked
Alexei’s ire further. Slowly, she removed the binding, to reveal
the jagged scarring on the outer side of Wyndham’s left leg. It
marked him from the outside of his upper thigh, to a hand space
below his knee. Tears stung her eyes as she heard Alexei’s hissed
breath behind her. He was as affected as she was. Then, she heard
his footsteps and she turned to see him standing at the side bar
pouring himself a drink. The liquor was clear and she knew it was
vodka. A healthy amount, that he drank liberally.
    “Take his small cloth,” Alexei rasped
suddenly, with his back still to her.
    Orèlan winced, then exclaimed, “No!”
    Alexei turned abruptly to face her. “If you
do not do it, then I will ,” he hissed.
    Had she been wrong earlier, Orèlan
anxiously wondered? But, no-no, she did not think so. Alexei wanted
to see Wyndham as a man would see a woman. She prayed for Wyndham
and she prayed for herself that Alexei intended no more as she
reached for Wyndham’s small cloth. She knew that her golden puma
would tell her to be brave and unconcerned. With the cloth gone,
Wyndham’s manhood lay relaxed, yet still, thick and long against
his blond pubic hair. Alexei murmured an inarticulate sound behind
her, but he did not approach any closer and for this she was
grateful.
    “His shirt,” Alexei commanded. “Open it.”
    Orèlan opened Wyndham’s shirt with nervous
fingers, revealing his broad muscular chest. Her golden puma was
strong and attractive with his body masculine, and her breath
caught just gazing at him. Even in the lax state he laid in his
chest was molded with hills of sinew and crisp curly blond hair
covered the wide expanse. His arms were mounded and bulged with
strength, while his lean belly was slightly concave with thickly
stretched tendons.
    “Take his cock in your hand and stroke it, puta ,” Alexei rasped.
    Orèlan trembled with the urge to turn around
and defy Alexei, but for once she held her foolishness at bay.
Wyndham was unaware, and he might never realize what she was being
forced to do to him. If Alexei just watched . . . if he only
watched . She prayed that she could get through this, and that
Wyndham would never know. What else could she do? If she refused
Alexei would touch Wyndham. She was jealous of that. So possessive
that anyone would touch her