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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.”

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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.

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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

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with precise movements as his tongue dampened her flesh. Kissing, licking, making her

pussy heat with the nearness of his mouth.

Lucian’s hands tightened in her hair as her lips slid from his cock and she began to

lick down the hard shaft. She alternated the movements of her tongue with light, gentle

nips and suckling pressure; she used the fingers of her other hand to torment the

throbbing head.

“Take those damned clothes off, Tally,” Lucian said as one hand moved to the lace

of her bra, struggling to get beneath it to the swollen curves of her breast. At the same

time her mouth slid back up his cock, her tongue finding the ultra sensitive flesh

beneath the flared tip of his erection as her mouth began to suckle at it lightly.

He tensed, the hand in her hair tightening as she felt the warning pulse just beneath

the stretched flesh.

“Like hell,” he groaned.

He attempted to draw her head back. Tally’s nails tightened warningly, her lips

moving to cover his cock again, draw it into her mouth and catch the hot, liquid drops

of fluid that pulsed from it.

Behind her, Dev spread her thighs further, his breathing harsh and rough against

her as his lips came steadily closer to the soaked flesh of her pussy. She tensed in

expectation, trying to steel herself against the caress coming. If she could steal Lucian’s

control then she would be satisfied. Just one of them. The odds were against her, but

surely one of them would give before her.

As she suckled at Lucian’s cock her hand lowered, fingers spearing between her

thighs into the thick length of Dev’s hair as she pulled him closer, rubbing her cunt over

his suddenly licking tongue as he insinuated himself between her spread thighs.

She rose then, releasing Lucian’s cock as she jerked at the buttons of her shirt,

parting the material further, revealing the swollen globes of her breasts, the hard dark

nipples rising from them.

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“Oh hell, spank her or something,” one of the men watching groaned in despair.

“Spank that bad girl, Lucian.”

Lucian groaned as he gazed down at her hungrily. His head lowered, her lips met

his and she cried out from the pleasure. How would she endure it? How would she

survive both of them pushing her steadily closer to the final limits of her control?

She forgot about their audience, forgot about anything but each touch, each sigh,

the feel of their lips taking her, tongues fucking into her. Lucian at her lips as Dev did

the same at her cunt. Her body was a meal and they were greedy in their hunger. But

no greedier than she.

The battle was one she knew she was ultimately doomed to lose. But she wouldn’t

beg. She wouldn’t give in first. Even as her body screamed out in release, her pussy

riding Dev’s thrusting tongue as her mouth accepted every hard thrust of Lucian’s, she

swore she wouldn’t.

“Give in,” Lucian growled as his lips trailed to her neck. Desperate kisses, hard

little nips testing the border between pleasure and pain, had her gasping at the

sensations.

His hands covered her now bare breasts, his fingers tugging at the rings piercing

them, sending shocking waves of pleasure searing through her, adding to the sensations

piercing her womb as Dev ate from her pussy.

“You give in.” Her fingers stroked his cock from base to tip, milking the thick flesh

as her lips went to his shoulder, her teeth scraping over it as he did the same to her

neck.

Dev was groaning heavily between her thighs, his tongue licking from her clit to the

entrance of her vagina, then sliding in deep and hard and thrusting in a series of

shattering waves of pleasure.

Tally could feel her knees weakening, feel the currents of energy building in her

womb, tightening, begging for release.

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Lucian eased a bra strap over her shoulder, as his lips lowered to her breasts. Her

fingers slid to the base of his erection, where the rock-hard shaft met the tightening

flesh of his scrotum. Her thumb moved slowly, in sensuous circles until it pressed into

the small indention there. She felt him tighten, heard a groan tear from his chest as his

lips covered her nipple, his body jerking in response as she felt for, then found, the

sensitive spot she had been searching for.

Her teeth nipped at his ear, her other hand twining through the strands of hair at

the back of his neck as she felt Dev’s fingers exploring the area around her anus while

Lucian’s teeth scraped her nipple.

The voracity of their passions began to heat the air around them. Sweat stood out

on Lucian’s flesh; Dev’s hand tightened on her hip as a finger found the entrance to her

anus. The digit, slickened by her own juices, pierced the tiny opening as Tally’s hand

stroked upward, her thumb finding and caressing the sensitive spot just beneath the

flared head of Lucian’s cock.

Twin male groans echoed around her as her own thin cry pierced the atmosphere.

The caress of a dozen gazes wasn’t helping the rapidly building tension.

“Give in,” Lucian growled as Dev’s finger stroked in and out of the snug entrance

of her ass. “Now, Tally.”

“You give in,” she panted, her legs shaking, perspiration coating her skin as she

forced him away from her breast, leaned forward and nipped at his nipple.

Lucian’s hands clasped her head as her lips ran down his rock-hard abdomen, her

tongue seeking and finding the damp head of his cock.

“Damn you, suck it,” he ordered heatedly as her tongue rimmed the thick knob.

“Now.”

She moaned against the grip he had on her hair, pleasure and pain streaking

through her scalp. She refused the harsh demand, though. Her tongue continued to lick

firmly, arousingly, relishing the beads of semen that formed on the head of his cock as

her hips writhed against Dev’s demanding tongue.

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Pleasure seared every cell in her body as she fought to maintain control, to push

Lucian past the brink of his own boundaries until they gave her what she desperately

needed. Not just the loss of control, but the heady, ultimate knowledge of her strength

as a woman. She wanted to be taken, no holds barred, no attempt at tenderness, not

caring of who controlled what. She needed to be taken hard, fast, to a point where the

pleasure and pain combined and she knew that the men she loved were as deeply

enmeshed in the pleasure as she was herself. No restraints. Neither physical nor mental.

Her tongue flickered at the head of Lucian’s cock; her mouth sucked firmly, once,

twice, then halted so she could lick at him again. His thighs were corded with the strain

of holding back, his breathing harsh, broken.

“Now.” His snarl surprised her.

Primal excitement shuddered through her body as he gripped her hips, lifted her.

Dev quickly rose, parting her thighs; the hard, thick column of Lucian’s cock surged

hard and fast inside the snug depths of her pussy.

Tally’s scream echoed around them. Nothing could have surprised her more.

“You fucking win,” Lucian growled as she arched in his arms, pleasure streaking

like lightning through every cell of her body as he stumbled to a barstool, bracing

himself in the seat as his hips surged, driving his cock inside her with hard, deep

strokes.

“Oh God! Lucian,” she screamed as her own control shattered.

Behind her, she felt Dev moving in closer, lubricating the sensitive channel of her

anus as Lucian drove her insane from the hard thrusts in her pussy. He stretched her,

filling her to capacity as she shuddered in his grip.

All question of control—who owned it, who gave it—was gone. There was only the

pleasure now. Pleasure unlike anything she could have known, could have imagined.

As she fought the building tension in her womb, the curling heat and static energy,