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up,” Kev said, his breath hot on my
neck. “After you have her the first time, she’ll settle down. Then
you can hold her for me. We’ll trade off after that.”
    Vince stepped out of his pants, his penis
already erect, a drop of semen glistening on the tip. I began to
whimper with fear. What Devlin had done to me hadn’t been this.
Dev had been gentle, even considerate. These men just wanted to
hurt me. I kicked harder at Vince, thrashing.
    “Hold her still,” Vince said roughly, as he
began to ease his body down on mine.
    There was a hiss of air. Vince fell forward
onto me, shrieking in pain, a huge hole in his right shoulder, the
edges bloody hamburger.
    Kev sprang to his feet, and pulled out a
knife, holding it against my throat. “Stay back!”
    Lash stood there near the ballroom door, his
eyes flat and cold, a silenced gun smoking in his hand. “Kevin,” he
hissed. “You know better than this, to think you can fight me. Drop
her.”
    “Stay back!” Kev said, digging the knife into
my neck. I let out a cry. “I can knife her before you can shoot
me.”
    Lash stopped and holstered his gun. Then he
uncoiled his whip, pulled his knife in the other hand, and began
advancing.
    “Want to share her, Lash?” Kevin called
out.
    Lash moved closer. With the speed of a
striking snake, he curled the end of the whip around Vince’s right
arm, and jerked him off of me. With a flick of his wrist, he
loosened the whip from him, and began closing the twenty-five feet
that separated us.
    Kevin began to back up the stairs, still
holding me. “Stop!”
    I felt the point of a knife again against my
throat. Lash stopped where he was, but didn’t put down his whip or
his knife.
    “I know how good you are!” Kevin called. “But
you can’t get this out of my hand before I cut her artery. Titus is
off with Leri. She’ll bleed to death in moments. Now be
reasonable.”
    Lash didn’t reply.
    “We’ll share her with you, Lash. I know you
haven’t been with anyone since her. That was months ago! I just had
some last night, and I’m already horny just from feeling Sar
struggling against me. You must be in agony, going that long
without any—”
    Was that true? Shit, I hoped not .
    Lash was motionless as a statue.
    “Come on,” Kevin growled. “I can smell how
much you want her. You can even have her first, if you agree to
hold her for us after.”
    Lash resheathed his knife, and coiled his
whip up, snapping it back on his belt. “Hold her for me,” he hissed
lustily.
    “Yes!” Kevin shouted with relief.
    I struggled in his arms, but he held me
easily, the knife still at my throat.
    “I want to go first,” Vince growled from the
floor. “I’m hurt—”
    Lash looked down at him. Vince shut right up,
and didn’t move, staring up at Lash with fear.
    Lash strode over and stood before me, his
flat eyes staring into mine. “Put her hair in front of her body, so
I can see it,” he hissed. “And take the knife away from her
throat.”
    “You said to hold her,” Kev said
suspiciously.
    “Hold her arms. She’s afraid enough that she
won’t move. I don’t want to feel anything but her body against
mine, Jerk.”
    Kev put away his knife. Shoving my hair to
fall over my chest, he took firm hold of both of my arms. “You
should have known better than to put your faith in a celibate
were,” he murmured in my ear. “There’s no vampire here to save you
this time, Sar.”
    “Be quiet already,” Lash hissed at Kev, as he
grabbed hold of my shoulders and bent his head to my neck.
    I held still, praying the man I’d come to
know wouldn’t betray Devlin, even if he still hated me. His fangs
pierced me, and he began to drink. The moment he did, The Lust
washed over me again.
    Yes, God, Kev could hold me, anything to
feel this again, to feel Lash drinking me down like water…
    “Yes,” I murmured, letting my head fall back
as I clasped Lash closer. “Please—”
    Kev’s grip abruptly loosened. Lash groaned
and