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  “Besides—” Ric flopped on his side beside her, causing the bed to bounce slightly, “—tying you up isn’t really about you escaping, is it? Jacob finds the sight of you, bare on the bed, open and vulnerable to him, arousing. Don’t you, babe?”

  He ran one long, lean finger over her hipbone, making her shiver. “He likes to spank too. And leave you moaning in submission for hours with a vibrator buried deep inside you, driving you insane while he reads the paper. A bit of a control freak, our prince.”

  Jacob tilted his head, hands on his hips. “You love it.”

  Ric kissed her shoulder and she could feel his smile. “I admit it. But I love paying you back even more. And I have a feeling I’ll have a partner in crime now, won’t I, princess?”

  Harrison didn’t have a chance to respond. She was too busy being kissed by the flirtatious Ricardo. He was a good kisser. His lips were soft and warm. Delicious.

  The bed dipped again, she felt the blazing heat of Jacob’s thighs as he settled in between hers. She groaned. She was so weak. The last thing she was thinking of was pulling away. Of rejecting them. She’d been sure she was stronger than this.

  Ric lifted his mouth from hers and she followed his gaze down her body. Toward Jacob. Her skin felt super charged, her magic roiling beneath the surface. Red and gold twined with blue, swirling together like dancing light around their bodies.

  And Jacob. His eyes were closed, skin pulled taut over his cheekbones and his jaw clenched tight. She could sense him, knew he was desperate to regain some semblance of control in order to get what he wanted. Namely her, begging him for release.

  She heard Ric chuckle softly in her ear. “He doesn’t trust himself to taste you. He’s scared he’ll make himself into a liar by taking you before you offer. That’s a shame. Ah well, more for me.”

  He bent his head and opened his mouth around one achingly sensitive nipple. Harrison cried out, and the sound drew Jacob’s laser like gaze. Starbursts of gold sparked in the bottomless blackness of his eyes.

  She couldn’t help herself. Despite her determination to resist him, she found that she wanted to see if she could rattle his cage. Shake his control. Were these Ric’s emotions or hers? It didn’t matter. She wanted him to touch her. She pulled against the infernal ropes again. Still nothing but a soft caress and a nearly imperceptible tightening.

  Jacob held her gaze from his position between her thighs, his nostrils flaring as though he caught the scent of her increasing arousal. Ric’s mouth softened on her breast, his body alert, waiting.

  She lifted one eyebrow, taunting him. “Scared, Jacob?” She looked down at the daunting length of his erection, full and flushed and so close to where she wanted it to be she almost groaned aloud. “Afraid the big, powerful siren’ll be felled by a skinny, pampered, admittedly gorgeous—”

  He squeezed her knees, stopping her mid sentence. “I believe I’ve just been challenged.”

  Ric lifted his mouth from her breast and moaned. “You’ve done it, princess. The one thing a Gryffin has never been able to turn down is a challenge. There’s no escaping him now.”

  Harrison swallowed around the knot in her throat. If Jacob had looked intimidating before, now he was down right lethal. He slid his palms beneath her thighs, spreading her legs further apart, draping one over Ric’s lean hip.

  He didn’t speak, didn’t use his potent voice on her at all. He didn’t need to. His expression was every bit as effective as he studied the dark tuft of damp curls and what lay beneath. Despite the challenge he didn’t hurry, didn’t rush, just drove her crazy with the rough pads of his thumbs caressing her skin, his white teeth scraping across his lower lip.

  By the time he lowered his head Harrison was holding her breath, her body taut with anticipation. This would not be the same as her charmed shower experience. This would devastate her.

  Ric, who’d gone back to his feather light caresses and kisses along her neck and breast and hip, sighed shakily. He had no problem with verbalizing his need. “I’d believed I had either done or imagined every sensual delight known to our kind. But watching him savor this, seeing your desire, has surpassed it all.”

  He licked her earlobe, his words rough. “Sirens are renowned for their mouths, princess. What comes out of them, what they do with them. But the true secret, the true magic is in their wicked tongues.”

  Jacob punctuated his lover’s words with a swirling brush of his tongue around the rim of her sex, and Harrison arched her hips with a cry. Their energies pulsed around them, heightening each touch, each sensation to such a degree that she wasn’t sure how she would stand more. Or how she would live without it.

  “Please.”

  Jacob’s head jerked up in surprise as though he hadn’t thought she’d succumb so quickly. “Please what, love? You have to say it. Anything you want.”

  No. She couldn’t. Not that. But for some reason she knew she had to experience it just once more. Had to relive the magic she’d experienced the last time they’d found their pleasure together. “I want Ric to—to take you while you taste me.”

  Ric growled beside her, biting her chin. “I knew I liked you.”

  Jacob’s dark eyes had narrowed suspiciously, but not before she’d seen the flash of interest, of need. “That is truly what you want? All you want?”

  Her chin dipped and she took a shallow breath, watching Ric roll off his side and onto his knees. “Let’s give her a front row seat, shall we?”

  Jacob leaned over her and tapped the ropes. “Relax.”

  Harrison felt her bindings slip away as though disappointed, disappearing under the bed. “Neat spell.”

  He didn’t respond, grabbing her waist and sliding her around until she was lying sideways across the large mattress. Her feet dangled off the bed and her head lay right between his thickly muscled thighs.

  Oh. Sweet. Heaven. Front row seat, indeed. She could see both of them. All of them. Every vein, every ridge. Everything. The mere idea of what they were about to do had her trembling.

  “Bend over and give the lady what she’s asked for, babe. I’ll do the rest.”

  Ric’s sassy tone had Jacob’s expression tightening. “Enjoy it while you can, babe. You’re good, but payback is my specialty.”

  Harrison watched Ric’s cock jerk at the words, his sac tight and full against his body. She wanted to lick it. Lick both of them. They were driving her insane. She wanted to see them together. She wanted to feel Jacob’s mouth on her skin. She needed to come.

  Her impatience must have reached them, because Jacob leaned over, placed his hands on either side of her hips and lowered his head. There was no waiting, no hesitant swipes this time. He stiffened his tongue and thrust deep, fucking her, making her think of something else she wanted deep inside her.

  Through her blurring vision she saw Ric slathering his erection with something thick and wet, spreading the tight cheeks of Jacob’s ass with one hand. He was going too slow. Teasing. All of their needs were swirling inside her, driving her crazy.

  “Do it, Ric.” Her demand was breathless. Her hand reached up between their legs and gripped Ric’s erection, stroking it and trying to guide him to where she wanted him to be.

  Jacob lifted his mouth and she saw the flash of a raised palm. He brought it down with a not so gentle thwack between her legs, and she shrieked in surprise.

  They stared at each other in silence for long moments. Jacob’s chest was rising and falling hard with each labored breath, and she knew his action had aroused him. Knew he wanted to do it again. He spanked her. There. The momentary sting was quickly replaced with a rush of blood, of desire. Her entire body was tingling with it.

  “Don’t be a bad girl, Harrison.” Jacob’s voice was little more than a growl. “Unless you want to be spanked again.”

  What if she did? Jacob and Ric moaned in unison, as though she’d spoken out loud.

  “Do it, Jacob.” Harrison watched Ric’s cock disappear inside his lover as Jacob m
oaned. “She wants it as much as you want this.”

  The ecstasy that transformed both of their expressions was intimate. So intimate that she felt for a moment she should look away. These two beautiful men rocked together in a dance as old as magic itself, their energies merging, their power combining. It was beautiful.

  “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” Jacob’s palm came down across her clit, making her scream and arch off the bed. When he did it a third time, she couldn’t stop her body from quaking with the first rush of climax.

  Jacob gripped her hips and lifted them off the bed, her body curling as he pulled her sex back to his mouth. His need to taste her was so strong she could feel it, and she wanted him to. Desperately.

  She reached up to grasp his legs, feeling Ric’s warm skin as he brushed against them in a hypnotic rhythm. Oh God, he was fucking Jacob. Filling him with his hard, hot shaft. She could feel that too. All of it. And it was turning her on just as much as Jacob’s mouth, just as much as it had on that stairwell. She loved it.

  “Harder, Ric. Fuck him harder.”

  Ric laughed. “I can see you need to be punished more often. I’ll fuck him harder, princess. But you have to grant us a boon in return. Take pity on Jacob. He needs you. He needs your mouth on him.”

  Jacobs tongue thrust faster, deeper, his fingers spreading her wide and slipping in to stretch her further. She pumped her hips against his face, looking up at his dangling cock. So big. Her mouth watered.

  A perfect liquid pearl formed on the head of his shaft, and she couldn’t resist. Harrison lifted up onto her elbows, arching her neck and licking it with the tip of her tongue. It tasted like salt and sex and Jacob. She wanted more.

  She wrapped her lips around the silken head of his erection and he shouted against her sex, Ric’s aggressive thrusts behind him pushing him deeper inside her mouth.

  She relaxed her throat, breathing out slowly as she took him in. The energy crackled in the air, filling the room with those threads of color. Red, gold and a strong haze of blue.

  Harrison knew she was close. Jacob had added another finger to the first, his mouth licking and sucking on her clit, his teeth scoring the sensitized flesh.

  They were close now. All so close. She could sense it. Feel it. She lifted her hand again, caressing the base of Ric’s shaft as it pumped in and out, again and again. He swore in Spanish, his thrusts quickening, leading him toward the final, glorious end.

  A power unlike any she’d known built inside her. Their magic was combining with hers, melding. It was heady, this feeling of completion. She was the siren and the morph. She was in them. Ric as he reveled in the bruising grip of Jacob’s ass. Jacob, loving her taste, greedy for more of her come, lost in the fullness of Ric’s lovemaking.

  Her heavy eyelids lifted in time to see an explosion of blue fill the room, swallowing up the other hues, making their energy her own.

  And then she burned.

  Her orgasm had her screaming against Jacob’s erection. The two men were quick to follow. Both of them lost to their shared ecstasy. An intensity none of them had felt before, and all of them knew they would have to experience again and again.

  When it was over they all collapsed in different directions on the bed. Arms and legs draped over each other as they caught their breath.

  Harrison was in shock. No wonder. No wonder true triad matches spoke with such reverence about their joinings. She hadn’t even truly consummated hers and already she knew she was forever altered. Changed.

  It was terrifying.

  She felt random kisses being strewn over whatever body part was in their reach and she smiled. Something else had changed in that earth-shattering climax.

  She’d broken through the magical binding. She wasn’t sure how or why it had happened, but her powers were once again her own. They were coursing through her, vibrating along her nerve endings. She was back. She could go home.

  Why was that thought so heart-wrenching?

  Chapter Six

  She studied them as she dressed, memorizing every feature. They looked softer now in sleep, if either of them could ever be considered soft. Vulnerable. Every line of muscle and sinew captivated her. As did the way they were reaching for each other, even in sleep.

  It must be the sex. How else could she explain it? This desire to join them once more, to give in to them completely. To stay. She was dreading leaving, and that by itself made no sense. She’d planned to go, had to go, and now there was nothing stopping her.

  Their shared orgasm, that explosion of magical energy shattered the binding Jacob had used on her. An act of power she wouldn’t have been able to imagine yesterday. She could still, several hours later, feel it surging inside her, a heartbeat, the pounding pulse of waves against a shore. She’d found her trigger. At least, part of it.

  Apparently one of her abilities was breaking spells, at least those put on her. Heady stuff. In the Magian world that could make her nearly unstoppable.

  She dropped a shoe but neither man stirred. Perhaps it was the whispered suggestion she’d given them as they all curled together in bed. Sleep deep. Not forever, but it should last long enough for her to leave and call Conway, or maybe Lorie. She might even use a portal like the one she’d seen Jacob conjure. It would be the fastest, surest way home. But she had to get out of this fortress first.

  Turning toward the door she lifted her hand, reveling in the blue sparking energy, so familiar, so missed. Touching the wood, she could feel the physical lock as well as its magical counterpart, and easily opened both.

  She cloaked herself with invisibility, trying not to marvel at the splendor of the hall and wide balcony. The wooden banisters were carved with mermaids and barren trees, gilded in gold. A monstrous chandelier hovered in the air, each frosted bulb capturing a magical, fluttering light that shone down on the main foyer. Harrison thought of the shower again and hoped the lights weren’t sentient prisoners. Were there no protectors here at all then? No one to monitor the misuse of power?

  The walls filled with oil paintings, drew her attention away from the flickering light. Some of them were snowy landscapes, but most were portraits of a single woman as she aged through the years. A woman who, though she may have been attractive in her day, maintained a sour and spoiled countenance that took away from the shining golden ringlets haloed around her head, the rosy cheeks.

  That must be the queen. Harrison shook her head, trying not to feel sorry for Jacob, imagining how his mother might react to finding her gone before consummation.

  Harrison walked light and swift down the stairs, noticing the servants scrambling back and forth, hands full of trays or linen, some of them close to tears. All of them shivering. It was cold. Unusually so. Magically so. A South American hacienda shouldn’t have an icy breeze, the kind that reminded her of December in Boston. Perhaps it was another charm for comfort. But comfortable was the last thing this was.

  How could either of them, Jacob or Ricardo, live here? They were warm and passionate, at least that was how they’d seemed. They had tricked her several times, kidnapped her—not exactly heroic actions—but still, passionate ones.

  Unless they’d done it under instructions. Or duress.

  Voices coming through the archway on the left distracted her from the main door, from freedom. She had to know more before she left. She moved closer.

  “Do stop harassing me, Leah, you know it upsets my appetite.”

  “I wouldn’t want to upset your appetite, Mother dear. It may be our last meal, after all.”

  Mother? Still cloaked, Harrison stood in the doorway, hesitant to enter until she knew what she was dealing with.

  Three Magian females, wearing old-fashioned dresses that looked surprisingly faded against the grandeur surrounding them, sat at a pretentiously long dining table. They were differing shades of blonde, all of them with features that instantly told her they were related to Jacob. Full lips, dark eyes…frowns.

  The youngest one, who
couldn’t be any older than twenty, was radiant. She was a tiny, feminine version of Jacob. Her golden waves bounced off her shoulders as she shook her head at the older woman seated at the head of the table.

  The woman from the portraits. Her face and figure were fuller, her hair the brassy blonde that came from excessive magical coloring, but it was definitely her. She slurped her soup and made a face, waving her hand in the air impatiently until a servant came to take it away before looking back at the younger woman. “Why can’t you be quiet and thoughtful like your sister, Leah? Sara knows I don’t like to be bothered.”

  Leah snorted. “You want me to be catatonic? I suppose that would make life perfect for you. You’ve already silenced my father and sister and guilted Jacob into submission. I must be such an inconvenience.”

  Sara. She must be the other female at the table. Harrison thought she might be in her early thirties, but her sallow skin and sunken cheeks made her look far, far older. Her white-blonde hair hung in frayed hanks down her back, and she sat at the table, expressionless, unresponsive, hardly breathing. What was wrong with her? And what was Leah saying? Father? Why had she mentioned only one?

  “Impertinence. That’s what I should have named you.” Her mother took a sip of her tea. “You should be helping your brother and I. Applauding his ingenuity. After all his screw-ups, he is finally doing something right. In fact, I wish I’d thought of it myself. Kidnapping is so much easier than courting.” She set down her cup and wagged one pudgy finger at her daughter. “You don’t know the kind of favors I had to call in to get him to that Triune without alerting Magian law. What I had to do. The only way you will ever be allowed a chance to find your matches is if he is successful. Until then you are just a drain on this family. Wasting food and wasting my time.”

  So the kidnapping hadn’t been planned by his mother. The thought gave Harrison a strange sort of comfort.