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“I can’t deal with the two of you tonight.” A hard, decisive shake of her head and she turned from them as though she actually expected them to obey the underlying demand to leave.
As Sebastian had related to him earlier, her attitude was one of a princess dismissing a peasant or, rather, one dismissing the stable boy she’d taken as her lover.
“Alyssa,” Shane reproved her gently, “do you really think we’re leaving so easily? You’ve indeed forgotten a lot if you’ve forgotten exactly how untamable and untrainable, we really are.”
She turned back to them slowly and shot him a look from the corners of her eyes. What he saw there was all he needed to see. Pure, sensual purpose was reflected there along with sweet innocence and a hint of confused emotional responses.
Alyssa stared between them. From Sebastian’s dark, brooding sensuality to Shane’s determined lusts they were in some ways so very different yet in others so very alike. And when they were together their eroticism had a way of overwhelming the senses.
“What the two of you have in mind isn’t happening, either,” she informed them, praying they didn’t know just how hard it was to force those words past her lips. “You’ve both had your little revisit to the past. But I simply can’t afford what you’ll do to what’s left of my heart if this goes any further.”
She’d fought too long, too hard, to get herself to a place where she could function without them. She’d given them so much of herself, so much of her heart and soul, that at times she’d hated them for the handicap being without them had given her.
“And you really think that excuse is going to see us out the door, siren?” Sebastian’s voice was dark, smooth. It slid over her senses like the softest caress, yet the warning of power lay just beneath the surface.
“It’s not an excuse, Sebastian,” she assured him, watching him closely. For once, it was Shane who appeared relaxed and amused while Sebastian seemed ready to slip the leash of his control. It was clear neither of them wanted to listen to reason or any sense of logic. “I can’t risk destroying myself further. There’s just not enough left of me to risk losing any more.”
Turning away to escape to the only sanctuary she had left, a shower she didn’t need, Alyssa found herself swung around so suddenly she could only gasp.
Sebastian held her to his chest, the look of implacable determination hardening his expression.
“You did not suffer alone, Alyssa.” The hard, ruthless snap in his voice was an indication of how thin his control was at the moment.
The loss of that control didn’t frighten her, though; it excited her, infuriated her. Just as his statement left her astounded. She hadn’t suffered alone? She had been alone. Neither of them had been with her. She had lost everything and had nothing, no one to turn to for comfort, for warmth.
“Didn’t I, Sebastian? What do you call six years of not living? Six years of just drifting through life as though the only reason I existed was to love two men who couldn’t be with me and couldn’t be honest with me about the reasons why?” Struggling against him, she glared up at his set expression, his dark, tortured gaze. “The two of you made this decision for me.”
“To protect you.” Dark blond brows furrowed in a brooding frown.
“To protect me? You would have protected me far better if you had come to me and explained what the hell was going on.” Pushing her fingers through her hair, she tried to fight the frustration she felt each time she tried to make sense of the past eight years. “I don’t understand you,” she gritted out, frustration raking at her nerves. “What gives you the right to do this to me, after all these years?”
“The same right you took when you made the choice to wait for us,” he pointed out, the dark, latent anger throbbing in his voice. “Think about that, Alyssa. You can hate us for it all you need to, curse us until hell freezes over. But you knew, all these years you knew, we didn’t choose to leave you. If you hadn’t known that, if your heart hadn’t known that, then you would have never waited for us.”
“What did I know, Sebastian?” she cried, placing her hand over her heart, over the ache she’d known for as long as she’d been separated from them. “That I was alone? That something held me so locked inside myself that I didn’t know how to escape?”
“You didn’t want to escape,” the whisper came from behind her, from Shane’s lips at her ear, his hands settling on her shoulders. “No more than we wanted to escape you.”
Those wicked, drugging lips trailed down her neck to her shoulder as his fingers pulled the material of her blouse aside.
“You weren’t locked inside yourself, ’Lyssa. We were locked inside you. You were the only solace we could depend on. You were locked inside us. And you placed yourself there willingly when you gave us your heart.” His voice, soft, low, had her stilling herself between them, her heart racing as the sensual, erotic tone mesmerized her. “Just as we placed ourselves in your keeping. You belong to us.” Her eyelids drifted closed, her body melting between them. “And we belong to you. We have the deepest love that can be shared, sweetheart. It’s soul bound.”
Soul bound.
Would she have allowed it if she had known it was possible?
Her breath caught at the feel of the buttons of her blouse being undone, leaving the silent question unanswered.
“We were dying without you, siren,” Sebastian whispered, his hands spreading the edges of her blouse apart with a slow, seductive move. As it caught at her shoulders Shane eased it over her shoulders, down her arms and away.
They were doing it to her again. Completely mesmerizing her with the pleasure erupting through her senses. And was she strong enough to fight it?
“I’m crazy to let you do this to me,” she moaned, but she didn’t fight when Shane pressed her arms to her sides and Sebastian released the catch of her bra. “I should kick you both out now.”
“Hmm, foreplay.” The voice with the Texas accent was filled with amusement. “You’re makin’ me hard, darlin’.”
Anything she would have come back with dissolved in her brain as Sebastian’s lips wrapped around the stiff point of a nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Firm, hungry draws of his mouth had her arms wrapping around his neck and desperate mewls spilling from her lips.
“Oh God, the two of you are crazy. And it’s contagious,” she whimpered.
