WiredinSin by Lea Barrymire Page B

going to carry you into your bedroom. He’ll be
calling in just a sec.”
    “I can’t believe I did this to myself. Gyn, what the hell is
wrong with me?”
    With a grunt, her friend hefted Vic from the chair and half
carried, half dragged her toward her bedroom door. She tried to walk, tried to
help propel them forward, but she just didn’t have the strength. Panic skated
through her mind. Even when she’d starved herself in a stupid attempt at
suicide she’d never gotten this sick.
    The softness of her comforter was wonderful under her aching
body. A feathery sigh left her lips. She wanted to burrow under the covers and
sleep. Screw dying—she didn’t really care. You do care, and you know you do.
And you aren’t dying, you’re going through withdrawal. She wanted to tell
the voice in her head to shut it, but her demon was right. She did care and
these were the classic symptoms of lust withdrawal. She didn’t want to die, but
she didn’t want to be tied so tightly to someone either. Damned if you do,
damned if you don’t. She snorted at her own thoughts.
    “Here, you need the phone near you. Are you going to be able
to activate the magic?” Gynger’s voice was thick with concern.
    “Yeah, I think so.” She did. Her demon was pushing against
her control. It knew that Dominick was going to be calling in a moment and it
wanted out. Her demon knew what to do to get them back on the up and up. Feed.
The word was being chanted in the back of her mind—the deep and cavernous voice
of her other persona was nearly doing cartwheels.
    “Okay. I’m sticking around until you get in his head just to
make sure you can, then I’m out.”
    The phone rang, saving Victoria from acknowledging the
implied threat in her friend’s words. If she couldn’t trigger the connection
Vic was sure that Gyn was going to be dragging some unsuspecting guy into the
room, even if death was his end.
    Reaching for the phone took more energy than she had, but
with a shaky hand she grabbed the receiver and plopped it on her cheek. “Hey.”
    “God, Victoria, what have you done to yourself? Connect with
me, hon.”
    Just the smooth sound of his voice was enough for her demon
to roar through her defenses and take over. She knew she wasn’t gentle while
she buried her mental hooks into his brain. She couldn’t wait another instant
to be connected to him, even if it was magical and not physical.
    The tingle from the merging was over quickly. A sigh of
relief slipped through her lips before she opened her eyes. She loved the feel
of his mind and his emotions, even if they were worry and fear.
    “Victoria?”
    The single word was enough to flip the switch in her mind.
Her demon took over, shoving the more civilized thoughts and emotions to the
back of her head. Her eyes opened and she scanned the room. Once again they
were in the same hotel room, but nothing mattered. She needed energy and she
was going to take it.
    “Dominick, love.”
    “Oh, don’t start that work voice thing with me. I can feel
your need clawing at me. Let me help.”
    She crooked a finger at him, smiling seductively, and
waited. He wouldn’t refuse her, couldn’t. She felt the rise of his lust even as
he worried for her. She spread her legs as an additional invitation and finally
noticed that she wasn’t nude. A beautiful cream-colored satin gown hugged her
curves. It was warm and soft against her skin, but that wasn’t what she needed.
She wanted his naked skin pressed against hers. To have him inside her while
she fed from his lust for her.
    His breath hitched and she knew she had him. With infinite
care she sat up and dragged the silky dress up her body. The entire time she
watched him. Again his face was fuzzy and unrecognizable, but she didn’t let
that bother her. She needed him more than anything else. It clawed at
her.
    “Come, I want to feel you on my skin.”
    “No.”
    She growled, her demon clawing to come out. No? He
refuses us?
    “Don’t growl at