Steal the Sun (Thieves #4)(71)

Dev arranged my legs, completely invested in his task. He pulled me this way and that until he was satisfied. His finishing touch was to pull my hair forward so it just touched the tops of my breasts.

“Stay that way,” he demanded, taking a step back and admiring his work. I was completely spread and open to his gaze. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable, and I got the feeling I was in for a couple of hours of Dev’s demands. I’d put him through hell and he would want some payback, which usually meant sexual servitude.

Sometimes I misbehaved just to get him in this mood. I wasn’t about to fight him because I got the feeling we could all stand to blow off some steam.

Dev continued staring at me while talking to Danny. “I’m serious, Daniel. I’ll expire one of these days because Zoey will finally have pushed my poor heart to its brink.” He glanced up at Daniel. “Are you going to stand there or are you planning on helping me torture our wayward wife?”

Danny was out of his clothes in record time. “I wasn’t able to get my torture on this morning, so I’m up for it. Literally,” he said, unselfconsciously pointing out his glorious erection.

Dev looked slightly horrified as he caught a glimpse of our vampire. “You’re covered in gore and bits of dead people.”

“Well, he…” I started.

“Hush, woman.” Dev immediately shut me down. “How can I objectify you if you keep talking?”

Danny’s hands were on his hips as he frowned down at Dev. “I’m sorry I’m offensive. I killed like a thousand zombies. It’s not exactly the neatest of professions. I didn’t stop to take a shower.”

“Get in here and clean up. Stand in the stream side though so it can take the filth away,” Dev told him, handing him a jar of something I was sure would smell good.

Daniel stepped into the water, careful to move to the part where the stream ran the swiftest. I sighed as he started to spread the soap across his chest and down his six-pack. He looked at Dev, obviously more amused than irritated. “You’re the bossiest person I’ve ever slept with.”

“Well, that’s not saying much, Daniel.” Dev turned slightly, and I didn’t miss the way he took in Daniel. “Everyone you have ever shared a bed with is currently in this room. Perhaps I’m normal. You won’t ever know.”

Dev went back to staring at his favorite piece of female anatomy as Daniel sank into the water to wash the soap from his hair.

He surfaced, slicking his hair back with big hands that I was pretty sure would be roaming all over my body soon. “Are you the one who got her to wax?”

“Yes,” Dev acknowledged. “I like to be able to see my sweet little * when I f*ck it.”

“I begged her to shave and she kept putting it off,” Daniel complained.

Dev shook his head. “That’s because you were asking, Daniel. Zoey prefers to be told what to do when it comes to sex.”

“Hey,” I started because I didn’t like the way that sounded. Even though it was probably true. Mostly true. Mostly always.

“Shhh,” Dev shot back and he walked up to me. I was seated above him, putting him in the perfect position to play with me. He stepped between my legs, letting his mouth linger over my *, his breath a warm temptation. “For the next several hours, you will speak only when spoken to. And I think I would like to be referred to as sir.” He dropped a far too light for my liking kiss on my clitoris. “How about you, Daniel?”

Daniel sent me a heated look. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea. I’ve had a shitty night. I think some submission from our wife might help turn it around. I do have a couple of questions for her, though.”

Dev was breathing deeply in, luxuriating in the arousal he was pulling out of me. “Ask away. I’m sure you’ll find her perfectly truthful now that her scheme is over.”

Dev started placing chaste kisses all over my wet flesh, and I whimpered because I needed a hell of a lot more than his lips. I wanted to beg him to use his tongue on me, but it wouldn’t do any good. Dev was going to enjoy his bit of torture, and the truth was I did like to be told what to do in bed. I loved it when they tied me up and I had no control over what they did. I knew it only worked because I loved and trusted the men I slept with. I certainly didn’t want them telling me what to do outside of the bedroom, but the thought of submitting to their desires always made me wet.

“Why don’t you explain how you thought running around in the middle of the night with the Hunter would help Dev?” Daniel asked, catching my eyes. He stood in the deepest part of the stream, the water up to his waist.

“There was an ogre in the forest.” I tried to fight the instinct to move against Dev’s mouth. I bit my lip as he used the tip of his tongue to delicately flick at my engorged clit. Dev’s fingers came up to play with my nipples, sending shots of pleasure/pain through my system. “Herne told me he thought it was what the bean si were talking about. He told me I was the only one who could help.”

Dev stopped what he was doing and looked at me expectantly.

“Sir,” I added quickly, hoping it would placate Dev and he would go back to what he had been doing.

Dev gave me a look that told me to behave and rewarded me with a long, luxurious stroke of his tongue. I was already so wet. All I needed was a little suck, maybe some firm pressure, and I would go off like a rocket.