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 se**n that formed on the head of his c**k as her hips writhed against Dev’s demanding tongue.
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 c**k surged hard and fast inside the snug depths of her pu**y.
Tally’s scream echoed around them. Nothing could have surprised her more.
“You f**king 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 c**k 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 pu**y. 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, Lucian stilled, holding her tightly to his chest, his breathing rough as he tilted her head to him, his lips taking her in a kiss that stole her need to breathe. At the same time, Dev moved against her, his c**k pressing at the entrance to her ass, spreading the tightening muscles there, working the slick head of his erection inside the narrow channel, sending bolts of lava-hot sensation streaking through her nerve endings.
Her cries were smothered by Lucian’s lips, but there was no hesitation in her acceptance of the pleasure/pain that destroyed her mind. She was a creature of sensation, of sensuality. A figure of electrical impulses, gasping cries and liquid heat as the silken, steel-hard length of Dev’s c**k surged into the tight recesses of her ass.
There was no fight to make it last now. Hunger, gripping and primordial, filled them, connected them, bonded their bodies in a way Tally knew she would never be free of. Hard, driving strokes filled her over and over again. The border between pleasure and pain widened as each sensation built upon itself until she tore her mouth from Lucian’s, her head falling back against Dev’s chest as her scream of release ripped from her soul.
Her orgasm ruptured inside her womb, raced through her body, tightening every straining muscle to the breaking point as they f**ked into the clenching recesses of her body, their groans and hoarse male cries joining her scream as they found their own release.
Hot, rich se**n jetted into her clenching pu**y, her hot ass, filling her, marking her in a way she knew would change her forever.
Long minutes later she collapsed against Lucian’s heaving chest, trusting in the hard arms that wrapped around her, the lips that caressed her cheek, her shoulders. Whispered, fragmented words blended around her as they claimed her, their rough voices demanding, firm, despite the weariness that now dragged at all their bodies.
“Mine…” They said the words together, and she accepted them as one.
Chapter Nineteen
Tally awoke early the next morning, despite the fact that as soon as Lucian and Dev arrived at their secluded home they had taken her straight to the bedroom and punished her exquisitely. She had to pay, they had laughed, for daring to slip into The Club and break their control in such a manner.
Hussy, Dev had called her as he restrained her to the bed. Wanton, Lucian had laughed as he smacked her ass, watching as she drove her hips upward, seeking more of the erotic stimulation. They had kept her on the edge forever as she begged, pleaded, demanded they f**k her into oblivion. Which they had done, quite well, she had to admit.
Stiff, aching in places she had never known could ache, she dragged herself over Dev’s prone body, ignoring his irritable grunt as she slapped his well-defined ass.
“You’re late for work,” she informed him as she pulled Lucian’s shirt on over her bare body. “And I still have to go home and get dressed.” She picked her shirt up and frowned at the jagged holes where buttons had once been. “You ruined my clothes.”
“They were illegal,” Dev grunted.