Steal the Day (Thieves #2)(82)

I put my hands on his chest, his anxiety an almost palpable thing. He really thought this was going to be unpleasant. His heart beat against my hand and his breath was unsteady. I smoothed a hand across his skin, trying to calm him. “It’s going to be okay.”

One of Daniel’s hands came around Dev’s body to rest on my back, pulling all three of us together. Daniel was at Dev’s back, trapping him in between our bodies. “I promise it’s not going to hurt. Just relax, man.”

An unsteady laugh rumbled from Dev’s chest. “It occurs to me that this could be a good way to get rid of me.”

Danny’s eyes rolled. “If I haven’t killed you by now, I’m probably not going to. I’ll make it short but sweet. And you have to promise to respect me in the morning.”

It was my turn to laugh because if Daniel was joking, then everything really would be all right.

A grin quirked up Dev’s lips, and he relaxed a little. “I promise nothing. I hope the Scotch works. It tasted like shit to me.”

Daniel’s free hand found Dev’s hair, sinking in. A soft pulse of his persuasion started to slide over me. “Well, you finished the whole bottle in record time. I’m looking forward to a little buzz. Maybe we can stay in, all three of us, and watch some movies or something.”

“Sure.” Dev gasped a little as Danny ran his nose along his throat.

He was using his senses to find that perfect vein he loved to pull from, but it was having an effect on Dev I didn’t think he’d planned on. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes sliding closed, and became very still. I couldn’t tell if he was forcing himself not to run away or if he was scared he might lean into Daniel, offering him more.

Yeah, that got my motor running.

Daniel’s eyes found mine, and I sent him a smile. It wasn’t a happy little thing. It was a seductive look, and Danny’s fangs seemed to lengthen. The hand he’d placed on my skin seemed to tighten as though in invitation. Or command. I didn’t really care. I was getting drugged by the closeness of them, by the picture they were making across my suddenly lust-addled brain.

I couldn’t help it. The fact that the two men I loved more than anything both had their hands on me aroused the hell out of me.

“Let yourself go, Dev.” Daniel’s voice was deep, his irises starting to bleed blue. “This won’t hurt. You want this.”

“What the hell is that?” Dev asked. I could feel the magic starting to work on him. The evidence was suddenly poking me in the belly. His erection popped up, straining at the fly of his slacks, and his heart was thumping against my palm for a different reason now.

“Heaven, baby,” I replied because there was nothing Dev loved more than pleasure and this was exquisite.

Looking up at Dev’s confused face, I found myself filled with more than simple lust. It was the only time in my relationship with Dev where I had more experience. He was the innocent one now, and I got to lead him through an encounter that would blow his mind. I didn’t know what was wrong with his previous vampire, but there was nothing painful about Daniel when he was on his game. I knew my Dev. He was going to enjoy this and more than likely feel absolutely no shame afterward.

Daniel growled a little, the vampire inside him taking over. I caught a flash of gleaming white fangs when Daniel struck. Dev’s whole body tensed as Daniel drew hard against Dev’s neck. The whole while, Daniel’s eyes were up, focused on me, drawing me into their intimacy.

“Fuck, that’s amazing.” Dev tried so hard not to moan, but it came out of his chest, a low, sexy sound. His hands finally found my breasts, fingers tugging in time to the beat of Daniel’s mouth. He pinched at my nipples before cupping my breasts and groaning again.

I let my hands run up the sides of his torso, glorying in the muscles I skimmed over. My hips seemed to move of their own accord. They nestled against his erection and I could feel it lengthening further, getting ready to go off and ruin those expensive slacks of his.

Daniel stared at me while his throat worked. I brought a hand to touch his sandy blond hair, holding him to Dev’s throat.

“Oh, god. That feels so f*cking good.” Dev rubbed his erection against me. “Zoey, sweetheart, you know how my magic goes a little crazy sometimes?”

His magic went wild at times, which was precisely why he almost never used it. “Yes. Just hold on, Dev. He’s almost done.”

“Too late. It’s already here. It feels so f*cking good. Yes.” His head rolled back, touching Daniel’s, fitting against him. “This is going to be wild.”

The room was filled with Daniel’s will, but suddenly there was something else. It was much stronger, and it crowded out that soft passion of Danny’s. It pulsed from Dev’s body, and it was lust. There was no other way to describe it. It was lust and need and love all rolled into one pulse that screamed across my skin, making my every nerve ending roar with wanting.

Every cell in my body seemed to come alive. Blood pounding. Heart racing. Pure grade A lust.

Daniel released Dev and, sure enough, my faery promptly fell over, a ridiculously happy smile on his face.

Daniel’s chest worked, trying to get enough oxygen into his body. He’d already forgotten Dev. His eyes were focused on me, and I was pretty sure I might not need that ice cream. Desire pulsed through the room. His fangs were still out, his eyes a glorious blue, and his cock was pressed hard to the front of his slacks. “I hate to f*cking admit this, but he tasted really good. Almost as good as you, but nothing, nothing compares, baby.”