It was unbearable. If they stopped she would die.
Dev’s finger screwed slowly, deep inside her anus, using the juices that slid from her cunt to ease his way. As her muscles adjusted to that small penetration, he added another, keeping the fiery tension alive, that small spark of pleasure/pain nearly sufficient to throw her over the edge.
“You’re so hot, you’ll burn us both alive,” Lucian groaned at her breast as he held her still for Dev’s explorations. “Does it feel good, baby? Do you like his tongue fucking you, his fingers preparing you?”
Tally shuddered, dazed with pleasure. This was too good. It was more than she had ever dreamed it would be.
“I could lift you now, Tally, push my cock up your tight pussy while Dev takes your hot little ass. All you have to do is ask me for it. Tell me you want it, Tally.” His voice was strained, hoarse from arousal as he raised his head to stare down at her in the dim light. “Now, Tally.”
She opened her mouth, the words trembling on her lips.
“Tally, are you out here?” They froze as Terrie’s voice called out imperatively. “I have an emergency in the house. I need your help.” Like a splash of cold water her friend’s voice filled her senses. Dev cursed as he quickly moved back, smoothing the material of her dress over her buttocks as Lucian raised his head and stared down at her with a hunger that speared straight to her soul.
“Tally. I need you now.” Terrie’s voice brooked no refusal. “I know you’re out here.”
“Go home with us, Tally,” Lucian whispered, his fingers straightening her dress as she fought for her sanity. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”
“Tally,” Terrie called again, closer now.
“Tally?” Lucian’s voice was soft yet filled with demand. A demand that shook her to her core.
As much as she needed, as much as she knew she would regret it a second later, she also knew the price would be much too high.
“I can’t.” She stepped back from him quickly, watching his eyes narrow as determination stamped his features.
“Just a minute, Terrie.” She knew her voice was husky, not quite even, but couldn’t help it. “I’ll be right there.”
Silence filled the area for long seconds. “I’ll wait here,” Terrie called back, her voice determined now. Tally stared back at Lucian, furious with herself and with him.
“This can’t happen,” she told them both desperately, but knowing it was too late to ever go back. “It will not happen again. Fantasy time is over, boys. This has to stop.”
“You know it will happen again,” he warned her, his voice pulsing with arousal as Dev cursed again, his voice irate, husky with his own lust. “The next time there won’t be any interruptions, though. Think about that one, Ms. Jaded Tally.” Her eyes widened as his words sank in, knowledge exploding through her head as she stared up at him. There were few people who knew her online persona as Jaded. So few that she could count them on one hand. Lucian should not have been one of them.
“Didn’t I tell you once that your little side life would rear up and bite you in the ass one day? Consider yourself bitten, baby.”
Wicked. Fury rushed through her bloodstream, white-hot and intense. He was Wicked, the online womanizing bastard! The cyber man of her dreams with a fetish for every fantasy that had ever entered her depraved imagination.
“You bastard,” she hissed. “You lied to me. All that time.”
“Like hell.” He was in her face, nearly nose to nose as he snarled back at her. “You gave yourself away, darlin’, when you started talking about Lucifer and his microchip for a brain. You should keep your online and offline insults separate if you want to hide.”
She was trembling from fury. She couldn’t remember ever being so angry. She had shared things with Wicked. He had been her comfort, someone to be at ease with, someone she had thought understood. Pain seared her chest even as she acknowledged the fact that she should have expected it. Had even once suspected it.
“I’ll resign,” she snapped. “I’ll be damned if I’ll continue to work for you any longer.”
Lucian shrugged mockingly. “You’ll be too tired to work anyway, once we’re finished with you, so do what you please.”
Her teeth snapped together as she fought to hold back her screams of outrage.
“I will not be your toy,” she informed him coldly. “Yours or Devril’s.” His eyes narrowed. “You’ll be much more that that, Tally,” he told her darkly.
“Like it or not, the countdown starts now. Enjoy your freedom while you can. I told you, baby, you made a mistake in the office that last day. You gave no quarter, damn you, I better not hear you asking for it.”
“That sounds like a threat.” She fought for imperious calm but was afraid she came across as viperously snide.
“I prefer to see it as a promise,” he told her enigmatically. “But you can take it however you like. We will have you, Tally, eventually.”
“In your dreams.” She was shaking in fury now. Fury and lust. She didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or fuck him.
“Tally?” Terrie called out firmly. “Now.”
Tally’s lip curled insultingly as she stared at Lucian a second longer before she turned and hurried toward Terrie’s voice. She was flushed, furious and just plain tired.
Dealing with Terrie now wasn’t something she was looking forward to.
Chapter Seven
Terrie had no emergency. Tally was almost amused when she realized her friend had followed Lucian and Dev, determined to protect her from whatever plans they had.
The emergency had been no more than a ruse to get her out of their arms and back into the house so Terrie could assure herself that Tally knew what she was getting into.
She was furious, but a tiny part of her was amazed and in awe that they had managed to fool her so effectively. It had never been done before. This was a first for her. It would be funny if she weren’t so damned mad.
“You can sleep here.” Terrie led her into the guest bedroom nearly an hour later after a less than polite argument on the merits of Tally spending the night.
Tally would have preferred the drive home to staying in a strange bed, but when Terrie got that wounded, hurt look on her face, it was damned near impossible to say no. They had been friends for too long, had been through too much together to let a man destroy that friendship.
“I’ll get you one of my gowns,” Terrie said softly as Tally sat wearily on the bed.
“You know where everything else is.”
“Terrie, this really isn’t necessary.” Tally sighed. “I would truly prefer to just drive home.”
“And I would prefer that you stopped hiding from me,” Terrie said in that wounded voice Tally hated so much. “You’ve barely spoken to me in the last few months, Tally.”
“Jesse keeps you pretty busy.” Tally shrugged. “And we’ve done things. We’ve gone out to dinner and drinks.”
Tally stared around the bedroom, avoiding Terrie’s gaze. She didn’t want her friend to know exactly how much she missed the late night chats and periodic sprees to the tattoo artist or piercing salon. Terrie was one of the few friends she had that could appreciate such excursions.
“All very polite and very chilled.” Terrie plopped down on the corner of the bed.
“Are you upset over that night with Jesse?”
Tally grinned. Now that had been fun. Seeing Jesse Wyman cuffed to the bed, so horny he was about to explode as she and Terrie tormented him, was a pleasant memory. Knowing it only made him more wary of her made it all the more sweeter.
Now there was a man who understood that it just wasn’t wise to tempt her fury.
