Thieves: Steal The Day Part 29

I hugged Sarah and Felix good-bye.

"I know it's hard, but you know what you have to do," Sarah whispered.

Zack led me to the car Lee brought around, and I walked mindlessly, unable to think about anything but the choice I was going to have to make.

"Zack, you and Lee have the rest of the evening off," Dev informed my bodyguard quietly. Zack nodded, and once he disappeared in the elevator, Dev locked us in. He was in his now familiar suit. He'd probably been meeting with someone important. He loosened his tie and turned his beautiful face to me. "Come on, sweetheart, Daniel is waiting."

I was happy for the endearment, but he still didn't touch me. I followed him into the grotto where Daniel waited.

Like Dev, he was in a suit that fit his spectacular body to perfection. His tie was already gone, and he'd unb.u.t.toned the dress shirt. "Hey, Z."

Dev walked to the bar and poured himself a drink. He came back with two gla.s.ses. I tried to refuse, but he pressed the vodka into my hand. "You're going to need it, sweetheart."

"Just get this over with." I wasn't some spoiled child to be called in for chastis.e.m.e.nt. Maybe I had made some mistakes, but I made them honestly. I couldn't help the fact that I loved them. I hadn't meant to hurt anyone.

"Daniel and I have been talking it over, and we've come to a decision," Dev explained, taking a short sip of what looked like Scotch. I was surprised because he hated Scotch.

"Do I get any say in this?" I asked, knowing I didn't.

"Of course. You can accept it or not." Dev sounded so calm and reasonable. I really wanted to push him. I wanted to get rid of the politician and fight with the man.

"Well, that seems fair." For the first time, I thought seriously about walking out on both of them.

"Z, just listen," Daniel said. "It's not what you think, but it is serious. It's your choice."

"Fine. Hit me, Dev." I had things to do anyway. I would get this deeply painful conversation over with and concentrate on finding Neil. Halfer was still out there and I had no doubt he would show back up, but I would put all my efforts into finding Neil and bringing him home. Felix said he needed time, well, he could spend time healing here in Dallas. I tried to think about anything but the choice they were going to ask me to make.

Dev smiled for the first time, and it was filled with a s.e.xy promise. "She really thinks this is going to be bad, doesn't she?"

"Dude, we've strung her along for days." Daniel shrugged. "You can't expect her to take that for long."

"There were things we needed to negotiate, Zoey," Dev explained, looking slightly amused. It threw me off balance, which I think was his point. "We can't go into this lightly. Daniel and I had to work some things out between us before we made our proposal to you."

"What is this proposal the two of you have come up with?" I wanted to hear the words. I wanted to know it was all right to keep dating both of them. I would be respectful and try to keep our worlds as separate as possible.

Dev's lips curled up in a s.e.xy grin. "We want to make our ruse into truth. The rest of the world believes we are a happy, settled menage trois, and Daniel and I have decided we can make it work."

"What?" The word sounded dumb coming out of my mouth.

"We're going to share you, lover," Dev explained, his eyes already heating up at the thought. "Do you remember what we did in Vegas? We'd be doing it on a regular basis. That's not to say you wouldn't be sleeping with us on an individual basis as well, but there will be an enormous amount of sharing. We liked it, Zoey."

I looked at Daniel for confirmation. He smiled slowly, and I caught a glimpse of fang. "It was hot, Z. I have to admit it. I liked watching you."

He also liked the power that had come from Dev's magic. If he fed from it regularly, he might be able to daywalk on a permanent basis. There was so much more to this proposal than mere s.e.x. Dev was right. I needed the vodka.

"Marcus called me your Lancelot, Zoey, and perhaps there is some truth to it," Dev said quietly. "But maybe Camelot would have stood a little longer if Arthur and Guinevere and old Lance had been a bit more s.e.xually liberated."

"How is this supposed to work?" I tried to catch my breath.

"We've decided to live here," Dev replied. "All three of us will share these rooms. I've already ordered a bigger bed and some light-tight drapes. The staff knows that you and Daniel are to be treated as residents not guests. The two of you will have access to everything. Daniel and I will continue to work together. You should think about this, Zoey. We'll more than likely be very demanding. We consider this a committed relationship. Any s.e.x we have is with you, and I, for one, am going to want a lot of s.e.x."

Daniel held up his hand. "I will, too, Z. I'm done with denying myself. I want to f.u.c.k you daily, and I'm not going to walk away like a gentleman after you feed me. We've also decided that Dev is going to donate on a regular basis. His blood really is fairly close to yours. I want you both to take my blood at least once or twice a week. You're aging, Z, and I'm not. I can stop that. I can stop it for both of you."

Dev shrugged out of his jacket and laid it over the couch. He started in on his dress shirt. "If this proposal is acceptable to you, we would like to consummate our arrangement tonight. I've been miserable sleeping by myself." Dev tossed his shirt over the jacket. "Come with us, Zoey." He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue was insistent, and I let him in. I was drowsy with wanting by the time he was done with me. "I'll be in bed waiting for your answer."

Dev walked off toward the bedroom, and it was Daniel's turn to persuade me.

"You're really okay with this?" I asked as he pulled me into his arms and against his chest.

"We're stronger together than we are apart, Z." Daniel's hands cupped my a.s.s. He growled a little as he kissed me, letting me feel just how all right he was with the arrangement. "We need each other. The last few weeks proved that to me. We're not going to get a white picket fence and two point five kids, but we can still be happy." Daniel pressed his lips to mine once more and pulled away. "I love you. I'm going to go to bed. Don't leave me waiting too long because two dudes in bed gets gay after a while, even if we are waiting for a girl."

Daniel was tossing off his clothes as he walked to the bedroom.

I took a really long breath. I was stupid. There was so much more to this than simple love and l.u.s.t. There always would be with these two men. They were ambitious and could be cruel and ruthless when it came to fulfilling their well-thought-out plans.

If I walked into that bedroom, I would be walking into a relationship where I had to fight not one but two men. I would have to fight to maintain my freedom because they were already working in tandem to curtail it. I would have to fight to be more than a pretty face and a soft body in bed. It would be so much harder because they were already presenting a united front.

Daniel wanted that power he could only get from Dev. Dev wanted to play the game, and more than that, he wanted to belong. He wanted a brother to replace his own, and Daniel could be that person for him. I would be the conduit to bring them together. This was so complicated, and I knew it was going to be far harder than either of them could imagine.

I knew all of that. I knew the best course of action was to grab the key from Dev's jacket and march myself right back down to Ether. They would come around eventually. I could keep them both and maintain my control.

So why did that seem like a sad half-life compared to what they were offering me?

By the time I reached the bedroom, I'd gotten rid of those pesky clothes. I didn't need them with my loves. I let Daniel pull me into bed, and Dev's hands were on me before I hit the sheets.

I tried to kick my stilettos off, but Dev playfully slapped my hands away. "Leave them. We like the heels."

Daniel was in full agreement as he wrapped those heels around the small of his back and his fangs found my neck.

It was the longest time before I managed to get out of those d.a.m.n shoes.

Zoey, Daniel, and Dev will return in Steal the Moon, coming January 2014!

Steal the Moon Thieves, Book 3 By Lexi Blake Coming January 2014!

When an ancient artifact enslaves every werewolf on earth, humanity's only hope is a thief...

Zoey Donovan should be happy. Her love life couldn't be better, her demonic nemesis is on the run, business is booming, and no one has tried to kill her in seven whole months. But without her best friend to share it with, it all seems a little hollow. Neil, her fabulous furry wingman, is missing and two grumpy werewolf bodyguards have taken his place.

Undaunted by her humorless babysitters, she intends to track Neil down even if it means risking her newfound romantic bliss. But someone else has plans for Zoey, and they don't intend to play nice. Lucas Halfer is desperate for revenge, and he knows just how to get it.

An ancient Roman legend tells of an artifact that will grant its possessor the power to control all wolves. No one, including Daniel and Dev, believes the Strong Arm of Remus is real but Zoey thinks Halfer might have already located it. With every werewolf pack in North America gathering in Colorado, the demon could enslave an unstoppable army.

To save the day, and possibly the world, Zoey will have to find a way to steal the Strong Arm of Remus from one of the most powerful demons in existence. Then again, impossible is kind of her specialty.

Dev reached out and suddenly I was no longer wearing that towel. He tossed it aside and took a moment to let his eyes roam my body. "I believe we had an arrangement before, lover. Do you remember it? I was more than willing to concede the reins of our relationship to you as long as I maintained a certain level of dominance in one very specific place."

Dev liked to be in control in the bedroom. He liked to play certain games and we hadn't done anything like that since bringing my husband into the relationship. I have to admit everything female in me tightened at the thought of Dev taking control again. s.e.x had been good the last six months, but Dev had allowed Daniel and me to explore what we were willing to do together. The boundaries had yet to really be pushed. As I looked into those green eyes, I realized he was done with going with the flow.

Dev was going to take charge.

Dev stood up and before I could protest, he tossed me on the bed. I tried to scramble up but found myself tangled in green vines that shot out from the walls to hold my arms and legs. The lush ivy held me tight, and I couldn't stop the startled cry that sprang from my lips as I was spread in a very wanton fashion across the bed.

"Now, my G.o.ddess," Dev drawled as he and Daniel looked down at my body. Dev's eyes were hot, and there was no mistaking the erection he was sporting. "You were a very bad girl today. You caused an enormous amount of trouble. Did you think you could get away with it? It's time to discuss your punishment."

"G.o.d, she looks hot," Daniel said with an expectant grin as he looked down at me.

"She does indeed," Dev said, watching me struggle against the bonds. They caused me absolutely no pain but they held me tightly. I wouldn't be going anywhere. My skin was already getting hot under the boys' scrutiny.

Dev walked to the side of the bed and ran a single finger against my p.u.s.s.y, testing it. I sighed against the light pressure, wanting so much more. My Faery prince smiled down at me satisfied I was already responding. He drew the saturated finger directly into his mouth and sucked the cream off. He turned back to Daniel, who was more than interested in the proceedings now. There was a very large tent in those sweats.

"I have never had a lover get so f.u.c.king wet, so fast. It's intoxicating," Dev commented, shaking his head.

My vampire smiled. "I spent most of my youth with my face in her p.u.s.s.y, so I have to agree with you. It's my happy place."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Dev said as though suddenly noticing I was writhing on the bed. He walked up to me and gave me a slow, s.e.xy grin. "Was there something you needed, my mistress?"

I held my head up so I could look at them. "You know what I want, Dev."

He sighed. It was the sound of true contentment, and I knew he meant business. If I had busted out of my funk today, then Dev was right behind me. "I know exactly what you want. I know what he wants, too. I also know it will be a while before either one of you gets it."

"What does that mean?" Daniel was used to getting straight to the fun.

Cupping my breast, Dev sat on the edge of the bed. He played lightly with my nipples, allowing the tips of his fingers to dance softly across the peaks. They hardened and I tried to press up, needing a much firmer touch. I would have preferred his mouth there, but I was going to have to take what I could get.

Dev looked thoughtfully at Daniel. "It means that I am ready to move this relationship forward. It means I am done with merely partic.i.p.ating. You've trained me to be a better fighter. I've listened to your advice and allowed you to be the master. In this room, I am the master. Up until now our s.e.x has been what I can only call somewhat circ.u.mspect."

Daniel looked confused. "Dude, we f.u.c.k the same girl in the same bed. How much freakier can it get?"

Dev laughed. "You have no idea, Daniel. Until tonight, I've been content for the most part to wait my turn and allow you to have yours. We've watched as the other pleasured our lover. This is not true sharing. Tonight we're going to play a little game, and I'm going to take us places you haven't even thought of yet."

"Oh, I've thought of it, Dev," Daniel admitted, his voice tight so I knew his fangs were out. "Are you kidding me? It's all I've been able to think about for months. I just don't know if Z's ready."

"Do what I tell you and I a.s.sure you, she'll be able to handle it." Dev looked down at me his face serene even as I knew mine was tight with need. "Do you trust me, sweetheart? Will you let me lead you?"

"You know I trust you, Dev." I trusted him implicitly. "Please, please f.u.c.k me."

I was already going crazy. I was worried this little game of his just might kill me with wanting, and he hadn't really touched me yet.

"Why don't you find your happy place," Dev ordered softly, looking at my husband. "But Daniel, long, slow strokes of the tongue. This is meant to tease, to torture in the most exquisite fashion. We don't want her to come too soon. There should be some work behind a truly good o.r.g.a.s.m. Make her beg for it."

"Dev, that's not fair," I managed to say before Daniel took my breath away with that first sweep of his very talented tongue. It ran the length of my p.u.s.s.y, and I could feel every inch of that stroke. Daniel's big hands spread my legs further as he settled in and started to torment me with the light caresses. I tried to push down, to force him to f.u.c.k me with his mouth, but the bonds held too firmly.

"Will it help if I promise you'll be completely satisfied with the experience?" Dev asked as he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He leaned down and touched the puckered nipple with the tip of his tongue. Teasing the nipple to a hard point, he finally pulled it into his mouth. He lightly sucked on it, the sensation making me want so much more. I nearly came off the bed when he gave me just the slightest edge of his teeth. I wanted to cry, to beg, to plead with him to give me more.

"Dev, please." I gave in to the need.

Love and Let Die Masters and Mercenaries, Book 5 By Lexi Blake Now Available!

A Tragic Love Story Charlotte Dennis's mission was clear: distract and misdirect CIA operative Ian Taggart by any means necessary. If she failed, she would never see her sister again. With her training, it should have been simple, but after one night in Ian's arms, she knew that saving her sister would mean losing the man of her dreams.

Ian was tracking a terrorist when he met the beautiful American daughter of a Russian mobster. His instincts told him Charlotte was trouble, but his body craved her like a drug and his heart would not be denied. She took his ring and his collar. For once he was truly happy. But as he closed in on his target, her betrayal cost him his mission while her sacrifice saved his life. As she died in his arms, Ian vowed he would never love again.

A Dangerous Reunion For five years, Charlotte has thought of nothing but returning to her husband, her Master. Working in the shadows, she has devoted herself to earning a chance to reclaim her place in Ian's life. But forgiveness isn't a part of Ian's vocabulary.

Nothing is more important to Ian Taggart than his new mission. But the information he needs is firmly in the hands of the woman who betrayed him. To catch his most dangerous prey, Ian will have to let Charlotte back into his life. As the hunt takes them to some of the world's most exotic locations, the danger grows and their pa.s.sion reignites.

Will Ian forgive his wayward submissive...or lose her again?

"Who?"

Charlotte frowned as though the whole meeting wasn't going quite the way she'd planned. She'd no doubt expected him to give in to instinct number one. "What do you mean who?"

He liked the fact that she was off balance. She couldn't seem to get a handle on his calmness. He couldn't blame her. He'd always been a dips.h.i.t pa.s.sionate idiot around her. She didn't know the real Ian Taggart, the one he'd been before he'd married her, the one he'd found his way back to after long years of mourning. He was cold, calm, collected. He was a professional. "Who shot you, Charlotte?"

She stilled. "You're not going to like it, Master."

"Ian, please. I'm not your Master, sweetheart. I would prefer you use my given name. I keep the honorary t.i.tle for the submissives I top." He kept his voice at the same even keel, but the word "Master" did something to him when it came out of her mouth.

"You're always my Master," she said, her voice sweet and a little sad. "And I'm your submissive."

"We'll have to agree to disagree on that." Or he could shove her over his knee, work those jeans off her hips, and slap her a.s.s silly. Charlotte could take it. Charlotte craved it.

Who had been smacking her cheeks and tying her up and f.u.c.king her until she screamed? Because there was no way she went without.

"Master, I need you to listen to me." Her blue eyes fairly pleaded with him. Those eyes were what had gotten him in the first place. Oh, he'd loved her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and her hips. She was solidly built, and that just did it for him. He wanted a woman he could f.u.c.k for hours and not worry about breaking, but her eyes were striking. Ocean blue, like the waters of the Caribbean reflecting a crystal sky. He'd been drawn into those eyes.

"I'm listening, Charlotte." A thought occurred to him. "Is that the name you're going by now or should I call you Kristen? I have no idea what your real name is."

Her hands made frustrated fists. Ah, she hadn't changed her little tells. Those fists always made an appearance when she thought he was being stubborn. Her hair might have changed, but he could still tell when he was getting to her.

"I'm Charlotte Dennis and you d.a.m.n well know it. You checked me out the first time. I never lied about my background."

He raised a single brow.

She bit into her bottom lip, her eyes sliding submissively away. "I apologize, Master. I shouldn't have cursed."

He shook it off. It was just a habit. Disciplining her had been a habit, the same way her sinking to her knees at his feet and rubbing her cheek to his leg had been a habit. The way he'd been able to relax and think as he'd petted her hair and enjoyed the contact before he would inevitably pull her into his lap and start to make love to her.

Yep. Just a habit. He could break habits. He hadn't had her in five years and he'd survived perfectly well. "Curse all you like. I probably would if my boss had shot me and then dosed me up with puffer fish toxin. Do you think he expected you to live?"

He tamped down the panic that flared at the thought of someone shooting her and dosing her up and leaving her there on the floor of their flat like a sacrifice. The protectiveness was a habit, too. She wasn't his to protect, and she never had been. She hadn't really been his sub. She'd been his opponent, and the first round had gone to her.