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and falling back to earth in a thousand shattered pieces.
    When she finally came back to herself she was still panting,
her skin slick with sweat and her fingers tightly tangled in Rye and Dev’s
extraordinary hair. They were looking up at her, cheeks resting on her breasts,
hands cupping her sex.
    Dev gave her a slow smile that would have melted her knees
if she’d had any bones left. “That’s two.”
    She snorted. “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. It has
to be worth at least four regular ones.”
    Rye turned his head far enough to give her a playful nip. “Tansy,
all the orgasms we give you will be like that. I guarantee it.”
    God, how would a normal woman even survive that kind of
attention?
    That thought pulled Tansy to halt. It was the first time she’d
thought of herself as normal for longer than she could remember. Maybe this
sexual healing gig had more merit than she’d hoped.
    It took a bit of concentration, but she managed to unclench
her hands and slide her fingers from Dev and Rye’s hair. They moved back a
little to give her some space and she found she missed the weight of their
bodies, but it did give her an amazing view.
    “Wow, you two really are gorgeous.” She looked at Dev. “Can
I play?”
    That slow smile made another appearance as he rolled onto
his back. “Whatever you need, honey. I’m completely at your disposal.”
    Before she could move, Rye leaned down and gave her a long
kiss. “I’m going to run a bath for us, but you go right ahead. Just watching
you kiss Dev turned me on—I can’t wait to see you play when you’re both naked.”
    She smiled as Rye rolled off the bed, but her stomach gave
an uncomfortable flutter. She missed having the extra body next to her, and
being alone with Dev seemed more intimidating than being with both of them at
the same time. Which was ridiculous.
    Shaking her head at her stupidity, she rolled to her knees
and started stroking over Dev’s big body. He was safe. He’d never do anything
to hurt her, and there was no need for the weird, anxious sensation that curled
in her belly. This was Dev, she repeated to herself. Dev was safe.
    Just to prove how ridiculous her fears were, she leaned
forward and placed a trail of kisses over his chest. His big, warm, wide,
smooth chest, which was nothing like Willersby Lockmehdyhn’s flabby, pale,
paunchy excuse for a man’s body. Tansy blinked and shook her head. That bastard
had no place in this bed and she refused to think about him.
    She focused on Dev. She kept her mouth on him as she trailed
lower. He tasted good, a warm mix of man, leather and dragon. And something
uniquely Dev. He was strong and sweet. He was safe.
    Her knees were by his hips, and she angled her body so her
head hovered directly over his cock. It looked huge, and nothing like--
    No. She refused even to think of him.
    Keeping her attention firmly on Dev’s cock, on her
willingness and her need to take him into her mouth, Tansy gripped the base
with a determined fist. Her hair fell in a curtain either side of her face, so
she knew he wouldn’t be able to see the change in her expression. It didn’t
matter, though—she could do this.
    Dev must have sensed her hesitation. His rough palm grazed
her cheek and he cupped the back of her head, tilting her face so he could look
into her eyes. “You don’t have to, Tansy. Nobody will make you do anything you
don’t want to do. It’s your choice. Everything we do will always be your
choice.”
    Your choice, whore. The voice-echo wasn’t Dev’s. It
was Willersby’s, and it bounced around in her head, getting louder and louder. I
won’t make you do anything. Everything you do will be your choice. Every
perversion, every degradation, you will choose of your own free will.
    No, no, no, no, no, noooo…
    Tansy scrambled off the bed, trying to run from the
disgusting voice in her head. She found a corner, backed herself into it and
slapped her hands over her ears. But she could