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.

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.

“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.

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.

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.