"They bet they could break me. They won. Now I'm theirs-forever."

Mira never backs down from a challenge-especially not when it involves two hulking orc warriors, a tavern full of spectators, and a wager that leaves her spread open, stuffed full, and begging for more.

Drok and Karg don't just win the bet-they claim her. Knot her. Ruin her so thoroughly she'll never walk the same again.

First, it's their fingers. Then their tongues. Then their throbbing members-both at once, stretching her beyond reason, filling her until she's dripping, sobbing, and coming so hard she blacks out.

But the bet was only the beginning.

Now, they're keeping her.

Breeding her. Sharing her. Using her whenever, however, and as roughly as they want.

And Mira?

She's loving every filthy second of it.

Warning: This story contains double penetration, knotting, breeding, praise/degradation, and a heroine who can't get enough. Proceed with caution-and lube.