“Fuck!” Dev growled behind him as a dozen other men shifted uncomfortably.
Lucian drew in a hard, deep breath. Surely to hell she wouldn’t ask that?
“No need to,” he drawled softly. “We’ve made a lifestyle out of control, sweetheart.
We don’t need the added help. What about you? Which of us do you truly think would give in first?”
She glanced up at him through the veil of her lashes, and he wondered if she was aware of how delicate and sweet her hard, pierced nipples looked beneath the thin material of her shirt and bra, if she was aware that her breasts were swollen, their up thrust curves making his and Dev’s hands itch with the need to touch them.
She arched a black, wing-tipped brow with curious mockery. “Which of us will be restrained?”
“No restraints,” Dev growled. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll let you lose fair and square.”
Soft, amused laughter whispered from her graceful throat as she set her drink on the bar, her dark eyes watching them with lust and emotion. The emotion drew them both. They could feel the soul clenching fear that glistened for a second in the depths of the tobacco-brown orbs.
“Or you’ll lose. But here I am, you can spank me now. I’ve been a very bad girl,” she warned them with sultry heat as she straightened from the bar, one hip thrown forward as she spread her hands out to her sides, showing that luscious body in a pose so mouth wateringly sexual that Lucian was afraid he was about to drool from the effect of it.
“Oh hell. This is going to be one of those look-but-don’t-touch deals,” one of the men behind them moaned. “Hell’s fire. I knew I was going to pay for my sins somehow.
But this is too cruel for words.”
“Touch and die,” Dev grunted as he and Lucian began to advance on the siren slowly.
Her breathing increased; her breasts rose and fell with excitement, her nipples becoming harder, the little rings surrounding them becoming fainter as the stiff little points grew more erect.
“Be sure, Tally,” Dev warned her as he moved behind her, not touching, allowing her to feel only the heat of his body as he leaned close to her, his hands moving to her braids, loosening the thick ropes of silk.
Lucian stopped in front of her, staring down at her broodingly, lust eating him alive.
“Here or upstairs?” Lucian gave her the choice, though he had the feeling she had already made her choice.
She cocked her head, regarding him with an amused, aroused gaze.
“Do you need privacy?” she asked him, her expression reflective, her gaze lighting with excitement at the thought of an audience. She didn’t want to just bring them down, break their control; she wanted everyone in The Club to know who owned them. Just as they had made it known who owned her.
“Privacy isn’t needed, baby,” Lucian said as his blood began to boil in his veins and his cock seemed to engorge further than it ever had before. The hard-on from hell, and it was demanding relief. Where he would find the control to hold off for more than five minutes before fucking her blind, he had no idea.
“You can stop this at any time, baby,” Dev whispered to her as he leaned closer to her, his breath feathering the hair over her ear.
Lucian watched her eyelids flicker in pleasure. Her gaze clashed with Lucian’s, held, the steady build-up of excitement shadowed only by her fear. “Do your worst, Wicked.”
Lucian grinned, a slow, amused curve of his lips as he thought of all the wicked things he and Dev could do to her, for her.
His arm lifted, his fingers glancing over her cheek as Dev’s hands settled on her waist. She shivered at their touch; he forced back a shiver himself at the feel of her skin, so soft, so warm.
“You’re safe with us, Tally,” he whispered then, for her ears only, feeling her shudder against him as the heat between them began to rise. “Always. But tonight, you will beg…”
“Or you will.”
Chapter Eighteen
Tally’s head turned, her teeth locking onto Lucian’s thumb, her tongue swiping over it, hot and teasing as her head fell back against Dev’s shoulder, her body arching to Lucian as Dev’s tongue traced her ear.
Tally could feel the other men watching, taking their seats within the room, all eyes riveted on them. It wasn’t the first time they had driven a woman crazy in front of the other Club members, she knew. Terrie had given her what information she had, though that had been sketchy at best. She knew what happened tonight would be her choice.
Knew that in taking this step, she was making herself a part of Lucian and Dev’s life in a way she could never take back.
“Do you have any idea how arousing this can become, Tally?” Lucian asked her softly. “All eyes are on you, watching you, waiting to see that one moment when you can no longer stand the pleasure and everything inside you explodes. That’s what The Club is all about, baby. That’s who we are. What we are. What we long to be. The trigger that transforms a woman’s climax into an explosion unlike anything she’s ever known. Her darkest desires, her deepest needs. We long for nothing more than to be the fulfillment of them.”
She wanted to cry out at the declaration, wanted to alternately rage at them for being so accepting of her, and whimper in submission. That need to whimper shocked her back to reality. She would take control here. Not them. They would learn that she could be just as dominant, just as aggressive, as any Trojan ever born.
She leaned away from Dev, licking her tongue slowly over her crimson lips as her hands slid up Lucian’s arms. His eyes narrowed on her. Oh yes, she liked that. He wasn’t certain what to expect, what she would do. She allowed her fingers to smooth over his chest, curl around the parted edges of his shirt.
A quick jerk and buttons scattered. Behind her, Dev groaned, his hands clenching on her hips as her lips moved to the wide expanse of muscular flesh. Her tongue circled a flat, hard male nipple as her other hand moved lower, her fingers curling around the rigid length of Lucian’s cock swelling demandingly beneath his slacks.
“Fuck!” His hips bucked against the sudden caress as his hands gripped her head, his lips lowering to hers.
She met him with her teeth. A hard nip at the hungry curve had him drawing back, staring down at her, his face flushing in arousal.
“Bad boy,” she snapped, then moaned, a low drawn out sigh of pleasure as she felt Dev’s teeth at her neck. Scraping, warning.
Lucian smiled dangerously. “Two of us, one of you,” he reminded her darkly.
“True.” Her fingers moved to his belt, loosening it with deliberate flicks of her fingers. “Next time, maybe I will use the restraints on you.” A second later Lucian’s cock was free. Tally didn’t give him time to retaliate. She bent at the waist, her buttocks pressing into Dev’s thighs as her mouth covered the wide head of the flesh straining from Lucian’s body. He filled her mouth, stretching her lips, burning her tongue with the heat of his cock.
“Tally,” Lucian growled as her tongue rimmed the mushroom shaped flesh, flickering as her mouth suckled him deep, moving over the tip of his erection with steady strokes as she felt Dev’s hands slip under the hem of her dress, drawing it upward.
They were all panting now. The air in the room was growing warmer, a dozen male bodies heating up as they watched the show being played out before them. As her mouth sucked at him, she allowed her fingers to stroke, beguile. Her nails scraped delicately along the shaft that wasn’t covered by her mouth, trailing to his heavy scrotum, caressing, scratching lightly, causing him to jerk in response.
Tally was fighting shudders, though. Dev was diabolical, his hands easing her thong from her hips, then her thighs, his lips moving over the curves of her buttocks with precise movements as his tongue dampened her flesh. Kissing, licking, making her pussy heat with the nearness of his mouth.