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didn’t care if it was only minor relief, as long as the excruciating need eased. His cock

slipped into her mouth, thick and hot, as her lips closed on it, his groan echoing around

her as Dev’s tongue began to play demonic games with the ring piercing her clit.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Luc hissed hoarsely. “Take me deep, baby, straight to your

throat.”

Dev’s hand held her hips still, refusing to allow her to thrust her tormented flesh

firmer against his lips, though Lucian moved closer to her mouth, groaning heavily as

her tongue stroked down the shaft, the engorged head sinking deep.

She suckled his flesh like a woman starved and, clearly, she was. Uppermost in her

mind was the desperation to achieve the orgasm that lay just out of reach, tempting her,

taunting her. Dev’s mouth was a sucking, licking demon of pleasure as he lapped at the

juices spilling from her vagina, suckled her engorged clit or used his teeth to pull at the

little ring and cause desperate mewls of need to echo around Lucian’s cock.

“Ah, sweetheart,” Lucian groaned, a grimace of sublime pleasure twisting his face.

“Perfect. Fucking perfect.”

She took the rigid flesh to her throat, swallowing, caressing the throbbing head

while her tongue worked against the ridged shaft as she strained closer to him. The

plug in her ass was a heavy pressure that only tormented her further, reminding her of

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the sensations that could arise should one of her lovers thrust the thick length of his

cock inside her instead.

The thought of such brilliant arcs of sensation had her working her mouth hungrily

over Lucian’s erection, moaning at the lash of Dev’s mouth on her tormented cunt as

she suckled the hard flesh.

She was shaking, her body wracked by shudders of arousal as she strained toward

Dev’s mouth. She wasn’t going to make it. She could feel her body rebelling, her mind

rejecting the demands of her flesh.

Tally tried to scream around Lucian’s cock, fought the final humiliation as tears

filled her eyes and she felt the building pressure in her womb begin to dim.

“Suck it.” Lucian’s hands gripped her hair as his voice hardened, his cock suddenly

fucking rougher between her lips as the sharp tingles of fire raced across her scalp. “I’m

going to come, Tally. Right down your sweet throat, baby.”

A hard convulsive shudder wracked her abdomen as her womb clenched in a

sudden burst of renewed heat. Dev’s teeth raked her clit with an exciting roughness a

second before they clenched the ring and tugged and two fingers plunged inside the

gripping, ultra tight depths of her raging pussy.

A strangled scream echoed around Lucian’s cock as her eyes widened, her vision

darkened. The inflation of the plug had done more than create a heavy pressure up her

anus, it had made the already snug depths of her pussy that much tighter.

“There,” Lucian groaned as his hips increased the strokes of his cock between her

lips. “Suck it, Tally. Deeper, baby, I’m going to come.”

She took his cock to her throat, swallowed, her tongue flexing against the sensitive

underside of his erection as it spasmed and exploded. His hands tightened in her hair,

holding her still as hard, hot jets of semen shot down her throat. Swallowing

convulsively, aware of the caress it would be to the sensitive head of his cock, she

accepted each powerful stream of thick fluid.

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Seconds later he pulled back from her lips, his cock still hard, heavy with arousal as

she felt Dev’s fingers pulling free of her as he rose between her thighs. She was

sweating, shaking, her pussy pulsing with the frantic rush of blood thundering through

her system. Then Dev’s hand landed hard and heavy on the pad of her pussy.

Tally screamed, thrashing against the bed as violent sensations of pleasure tore

through her body. No one had ever dared to strike her pussy. Another blow landed,

directly over her clit and her back arched, her head grinding into the mattress as the

breath locked in her throat. Explosive arcs of pleasure/pain tore through her pussy, her

womb, spreading along her body as her mind shut down. There was no control.

The next blow destroyed her. Her eyes flew open as an orgasm, her first true,

decadent, explosive orgasm, shattered her senses. A thin, high wail escaped her throat

as she tried to fight off the nearly violent tremors sweeping through her body, but once

he had pushed her over the edge, Dev wasn’t content to let her attempt any sort of

control again.

His cock, fiery hot, thick and steel-hard, pushed inside the spasming entrance of her

pussy. Her muscles gripped him, locking tight as she fought to come down from the

shattering release.

“Take me, Tally. Now. All of me.” Dev’s voice was hard, dangerously male, as he

began to work the shaft inside her with strong determined thrusts.

Inch by inch her flesh gave, inch by inch the coil of heat that had exploded through

her pussy began to build again. The plug, still inflated in her rear, left little room for the

thick width of his erection, and Dev made little concession to the extremely tight grip of

her cunt.

“Oh yes, baby…so fucking tight…so fucking good around my dick…” He gasped,

his erection pistoning forcefully inside her saturated pussy.

She was going to come again. Oh God, it would kill her. She couldn’t bear another

explosion so violent, so destructively powerful. But she knew it was going to happen.

His cock sent bolts of excessive pleasure/pain slashing through already sensitized

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nerve endings as he stretched the unbearably snug channel of her cunt to accommodate

his strokes.

“No. No more!” she screamed wildly as his cock pistoned hard and deep, shattering

her nerve endings. “No more…”

“Come for me, Tally,” Dev groaned. “One more time, baby. One more time. Let me

feel you come on my cock, baby. Look, Tally, look how sweet and wet you are. Just one

more time.”

Her eyes flew to the point where their bodies connected. His hands held her hips

away from the bed, his erection plunging in and out of her, wet and hard, gleaming

with her juices as he pulled back, his flesh slapping wetly against her as he thrust

forward.

It was too much. Too much pleasure, too much sensitivity. He fucked her hard and

deep, separating the soft tissue, the clenching muscles, as she threw her head back, her

neck arching, her body tensing until she felt she would shatter. And then she did. She

couldn’t scream, she could do nothing but allow a lifetime of recessed needs, lust and

emotions to pour from her soul, spilling with the hard wash of climactic juices that

rushed from her pussy, mixing with the powerful jets of Dev’s semen.

Tally was only distantly aware, long minutes later, of Lucian and Dev releasing the

restraints on her wrists and ankles. She floated, languid, relaxed, on a cloud of

satisfaction unlike any she had known before.

She moaned in low protest as she felt the deflating of the anal plug from her rear,

but as it slid free of her body a shudder of pleasure coursed over her. Exquisite. She

wanted more, but she couldn’t seem to rouse herself to do more than try to breathe.

“Come here, baby.” It was Lucian who pulled her in his arms as he lay down beside

her. Behind her, she was aware of Dev as he settled into the bed as well. Warmth

surrounded her. Lucian’s arms as he held her close, Dev’s chest at her back.

“Can I keep you?” She was only barely aware of the thought that drifted through

her mind, unaware that she had spoken the words.

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“Forever, Tally. Keep us forever,” Lucian whispered as he kissed her brow, Dev

kissed her shoulder and darkness enclosed her.

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For the first time in more years than she cared to remember, Tally made no effort to

make certain she was presentable before she slipped from her apartment. Escape was

the only thing on her mind.

Dressed in one of her few pairs of jeans and a bronze silk blouse, she pushed her

feet into leather sandals and practically ran out the door to her car. Lucian and Devril

were still sleeping when she left them in the bed after awakening. Getting from between

them wasn’t easy and had only been accomplished with a promise to return within a

few minutes.

Thankfully, the spare bedroom held older clothes that she rarely wore and

possessed a small bathroom. After a fast shower she had dressed, leaving her hair

damp, and ran. Like the coward she was, she all but raced from the apartment.

So where the hell was she going to go now? It was barely daylight on a workday,

her hair was wet, she wasn’t wearing makeup and she was trembling like a leaf as she

headed the car to the outskirts of town.

This was all Terrie’s fault, she decided in panicked desperation. If she hadn’t let

Jesse choose Lucian as the third in their little ménage, and if she hadn’t had it right

there at the office, then Tally would have never walked in on them. She would have

never seen him, or been overcome by lust. She wouldn’t have seen his cock, thick and

hard, fucking someone other than her. Her possessive instincts would not have been

aroused, and therefore, her control wouldn’t have been lost. Her calm wouldn’t have

been shattered. She wouldn’t be driving down a nearly deserted country road with wet

hair soaking one of her best silk blouses.

She felt lost. In her heart and in her mind, she had lost something that had kept her

centered over the years, something that went further than control. If this was what love

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did to you, then she wasn’t certain it was worth it. She was drowning now in her own

fears and her own demons.

“Damn you, Terrie.” She swiped at the tears that trembled on her lashes as she

cursed her friend. Perverted, depraved wench that Terrie was, she had to allow Jesse to

share her with one of the men Tally had staked out for herself.

It was Jesse’s fault. Every bit of it. She snarled silently at the thought. He knew she

didn’t want him to invite Lucian into that little threesome. He had at least suspected it,

otherwise he would have never asked her that day in the office if there was someone he

shouldn’t consider. He should have chosen someone else.

Her eyes narrowed as she took the turn to the Wyman property. It was all their

fault so they could share in the misery.

She pulled into the curved driveway of the Wyman home and threw the neat little

Lexus into park before moving quickly from the car and heading to the front door. She

pressed the doorbell hard. Once. Twice. She took her fist and pounded demandingly on

the wood panel.

“Dammit, Terrie, I don’t care how good a fuck he is. Open the damned door.” The

longer she thought about it, the longer she stood there, the madder she got.

“Tally?” The door flew open, but it wasn’t Terrie greeting her, it was a nearly bare-

chested, obviously ill-tempered Jesse Wyman.

“You and your friends are a threat to society.” She poked him in that bare chest,

between the edges of his unbuttoned shirt, hard, feeling no end to her satisfaction as his

eyes widened marginally and he jumped back from the sharp nail of her finger.

“Uhh, any friends in particular?” He gave her clear berth as she stomped into the

entryway.

Her eyes narrowed on him. He was staring at her a bit too amazed, a bit too

smugly.

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“Any friends in particular,” she mimicked him. “Try the son of a bitch who helped

you screw your wife. Him and his perverted brother, you, James…the whole damned

lot of you are a menace. A danger to every sane woman who ever walked this planet.

All of you should be locked away.”

She was yelling at him. She ignored the slowly dawning knowledge in his eyes, the

way his gaze went over her in near shock as well as the compassion that suddenly filled

his face.

“Tally, Terrie will be down in a minute.” His voice softened as she stood before

him, her fists clenched, her breathing rough and heavy. “She was in the shower.”

“Don’t you dare pity me.” Her hands fisted at her sides, fury enveloping her as she

faced him, knowing by his expression that she would never regain the respect he had

once watched her with.

“Tally?” He was saved from answering by Terrie’s incredulous voice as she came

down the stairs. “Tally, your hair is still wet and you’re wearing jeans?”

Tally turned to her, seeing the concern, the worry in her friend’s face and fought

back the tears that suddenly clogged her throat. She was shaking. God, she hated the