Wicked Bad: WIcked³, Book 2 Page 7

  “That actually makes sense.” Was she right? Did they still want her?

  Tucker came further into the bedroom, his hands up. “No. Absolutely not. They opened two portals, took a Magian female against her will without informing her family and who knows what else. Forget the crazy family aspect. They are criminals. And you and I, honey. We’re the law.”

  Callie smiled at Harrison. “They had no other choice, did they, Harry? You weren’t about to give in without drastic measures. And you are the most powerful Magian in ages.”

  Her brother Tyghe, the final piece of Callie’s triad, came in without knocking and knelt at his wife’s feet. “I love you.” She blushed and he turned to his sister. “She’s right, Harry. You are powerful. Powerful enough to punish them yourself. Powerful enough to pay them back in kind until they give in.”

  Her heart was racing as his words formed an idea in her mind. A brilliant idea. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it before. Her mind was reeling with possibilities. “I can gag Jacob, if a siren can’t talk he can’t use his…oh but Ric is a morph, I have no idea how to restrain—”

  “So is Jenner.” Tucker sighed. “I’m obviously outgunned here, but you should at least be able to protect yourself. If anyone would know how to restrain her kind, it should be her.”

  Harrison’s gray eyes flashed with ire. “I heard. One of these days that woman is going to have a reckoning. Talk about secret keeping.”

  Callie snuggled in between her two men, looking more content, more confident than Harrison had ever seen her. “But she loves us, so you’ll forgive her.”

  She started out of her room, determined to grill their housekeeper for all she was worth, and she heard Tyghe chuckle nervously. “Anyone else a little scared? A male siren, Gryffin no less, a morph and our sister? Their powers joined? It may be a sign of the apocalypse. With magic like that she could take over the world.”

  Harrison smiled. She didn’t want the world. She just wanted Ric and Jacob. Finally admitting that felt good. What she was planning would feel even better.

  “Comfy, gentlemen? Feeling good? Nothing going numb?”

  Harrison walked into the room she’d reserved and smiled in approval. It was all going exactly as she’d planned. The only cloud in her perfect sky was Lorie. Conway was in the library, buried in research, determined to find what Lorie had. A clue to where her brother was. He promised to be careful, and that she would be the first to know anything. At least Lorie had given her and her family some peace of mind when he said he couldn’t die. It wasn’t much. But it was enough.

  While they waited, Tucker had called in some favors and the Proxenos had agreed to open the Triune club just for her. Just for tonight. And her brothers had helped her devise a way to transport her men to her. “We’re all alone in here. No deejay, no crowd of judgmental single Magians. Just us. But I thought a bed might be more comfortable than your thrown together stair illusion. Don’t you agree?”

  She glanced at the bed and bit her lip to hold back her smile. They looked nervous. Actually Ric looked nervous, Jacob was just plain angry. That’s okay. She could work with angry. If he’d been apathetic or disgusted she wouldn’t have been so calm.

  She fiddled with the ties of her long jacket and tilted her head, watching them. Her two men. Naked and bound to a magnificent bed that was perfect for what she had planned. She hoped.

  Jacob’s dark eyes burned into hers above the magical seal that had found its way onto his mouth the instant she’d pulled him through the portal. She made a face. “Don’t give me that look. You bound my powers and tied me to a bed, isn’t turnabout fair play?”

  Ric made a humming noise to get her attention, his mouth free, but his body unable to morph with the specially made bands wrapped around his wrists and ankles. “That situation was slightly different. We only intended to give you pleasure, princess. Not harm you.”

  She shrugged. “What makes you think I plan to harm you? Because you took me against my will? Or because you sent me away without giving me a choice?”

  His hazel eyes grew wide. “We thought you wanted to go. And Jacob, well he feels responsible for your attack. Both of them. We didn’t see her, but we had both suspected from the start that it was his sister. He thought it was because he’d been away from home for so long. That she wouldn’t hurt you if we returned.”

  Jacob’s glare was aimed at Ric, and Harrison felt his agitation as though it were her own.

  “Oh, he doesn’t like us talking about him when he can’t join in, does he?” Harrison rubbed her hands together, coming closer to the bed. “Tell me more about how Jacob feels.”

  His big, beautiful body jerked against his bonds, muscles flexing as he struggled against his bindings. Ric, on the other hand, looked more relaxed than he had since he’d arrived. He was even smiling.

  “He missed you. I know that. We both did.” He frowned, his eyes dimming for a moment. “We had to call in the law. Sara was stripped of her powers and sent to Magian healers. They were good people. Said they’d seen conditions much worse than hers. And once Jacob’s father was released, he sent the queen on holiday. Someplace too cold for anyone but her. I don’t think she’ll be back for a while. Her choice. It’s the only way the higher ups would agree to letting Leah participate in Triune when she comes of age.”

  Harrison bit her lip, sitting down on the bed and looking over at Jacob. She thought Esther had gotten off easy, but she knew he must be hurting. “I’m so sorry about Sara. But I know several of the healers. She’ll be well loved there. She’ll get better.”

  His eyes glittered and he turned his head, and Harrison’s heart broke a little. She stood up and took a deep, shaky breath. “Maybe this was a mistake. I thought if I could just get you here, tell you that I’d changed my mind…but you’re free now. You don’t have to be in a triad with an heiress. After what you’ve been through you don’t have to do anything.”

  She waved her hand, releasing them from their bindings as she walked toward the door. She thought she’d have the stomach for this. That she could make them want her. But she didn’t want just sex. She didn’t want to manipulate them into something they might want with their bodies, but not their hearts. She wanted what Callie and her brothers had. And she wouldn’t settle for anything less.

  “Stop.”

  The deep baritone stopped her where she stood. Siren magic. She couldn’t take another step. Damn it, she bit the inside of her cheek, she wanted to escape before she started crying like a girl again. “Let me go, Jacob.”

  She sensed him behind her, so close she could feel his heat through her jacket. “Did you say you changed your mind?”

  He turned her around, but she closed her eyes before she could see the pity in his. Abbott heiress gets dumped. Gets what she deserves for running away in the first place.

  “I definitely heard it, Jacob. She said she changed her mind. Women are inclined to do that, as you know. Fickle creatures.”

  Harrison frowned and raised one eyelid, looking at the grinning Ric suspiciously. He gestured with his chin toward Jacob, and she grudgingly opened her other eye. And felt the room spin.

  She’d thought he was stunning before. Glorious. But now? He was smiling. Beaming. And it was as if she’d seen the sun for the first time. He was happy? Because of her?

  “Harrison Jennera Abbott, will you stay with us, love us and share the magic that is all you are with us, from now until the end?”

  She spoke without thinking. “I don’t know, will you?”

  Jacob threw back his head and laughed. “Stubborn woman. Don’t you know by now?”

  Ric motioned with his hand and her jacket disappeared, leaving her in nothing but her heels. He licked his lips. “That’s okay. We’ll have more fun convincing you. You know how Jacob loves a challenge.”

  She was on her back in bed before she could respond. And she was fighting back a smile. They wanted her. Not because of obligation or social politics. Not because
she was the Abbott heiress. They wanted her. Harrison. Stubborn warts and all.

  They knelt on either side of her, matching expressions of desire on their faces. Jacob bent down until she could feel his breath mingling with hers and looked into her eyes. “Scared, Harrison?”

  “Only of you stopping.”

  His response was all she could have asked for and more. He pressed his mouth to hers. She bit at his lips, grinning when he growled, taking her lower lip between his teeth. Their tongues tangled, a fierce passionate battle for supremacy that neither wanted to win.

  Harrison gasped when another tongue traced a line up her inner thigh, lowering until it reached her sex. Gliding further until it was tracing the seam below, between the cheeks of her ass. Oh.

  Yes.

  Jacob grinned against her lips, lifting up enough to look into her eyes. “And he says I have a wicked tongue. I know. You be the judge.”

  She bit her lip, her hand coming up to thread through his hair as he slid down her body until he joined Ric between her thighs. “Beautiful.” He sighed. “I’ve been tasting you on my tongue since you left. Remembering how sweet you taste. Like honey. I have to taste you again.”

  Oh, she liked it when he spoke now. No longer holding himself back for fear of using his power. No longer stuffy. Just sexy as sin.

  She clutched at Ric’s back with one hand, Jacob’s head with the other as both men feasted. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking between their mouths. Couldn’t believe how much she was loving the feel of Ric’s tongue pushing against her—there. Or Jacob’s, thrusting wickedly inside her, drinking in her slick juices, moaning in expressive delight.

  And the magic. Their magic. It was filling the room. So much energy. Fire. Emotion. She was drowning in it. Reveling in the connection. Sensing Ric’s impatience to feel the grip of her ass around his cock, and Jacob’s thirst for more. More. More. They wanted her. They loved her. She belonged to them. Combined with her own need that knowledge, those sensations, flung her headlong into her first climax.

  She cried out, her back lifting off the bed and the two men moved as one, climbing into the middle of the bed beside her. Restless need lined every muscle in their bodies. Harrison knew exactly how they felt. And she knew just what to say. “Please.”

  Jacob lowered his lids. “Haven’t we played this game before? Please what?”

  She rose up, her arms going around his neck as she straddled his lap. “Please, both of you, fuck me.”

  “Have I mentioned lately how perfect you are for us, princess?” Ric bit her shoulder, his chest pressed against her back. “Please, Jacob, tell me we can keep her.”

  “Of course we can.” Jacob dragged her hips closer until the head of his hard erection was lined up with the opening of her sex. She shivered, and he grinned boyishly, an infectious grin that had her smiling back. He winked. “She belongs to us. She was made for us.”

  Yes, she was. She lost her breath when his grip tightened, lowering her onto him. Her muscles tightened instinctively around him, and he hissed out a breath. “Too much of that and I won’t be able to finish.”

  She relaxed, loving the stretch as she took more of him. All of him. Perfect.

  Jacob nuzzled her neck, and Ric moved in closer behind her. She turned to watch as their lips met, the arousing sight mesmerizing. They were so beautiful together. And they belonged to her.

  Ric tore his lips from Jacob’s and kissed her. And then they were both kissing her, kissing each other for endless intimate moments. Ric was panting when he pulled away. “Are you ready for more, princess? I’ll explode if I have to wait much longer to be inside you.”

  “Please.” She couldn’t form a more complicated word. She couldn’t think of anything but—Yes. Please. Now.

  “I love the way she says that.” Jacob lifted her hips before lowering them back down in a slow, deep thrust.

  “Fuck, I do too.” Ric placed a hand against her back, until she was leaning forward against a welcoming Jacob. She felt a cool liquid being rubbed onto the tight ring of muscles in her ass, felt a finger slip inside.

  “Yes.”

  Ric moaned. “I like that word even better.”

  She could sense the power of his need, the vulnerability it made him feel, and she sent him her emotions. She loved him. She wanted him. She wanted him to let go of his control and take her. Wanted to know what it felt like to have her two lovers inside her.

  He called out her name and spread her cheeks apart, guiding his thick cock between them. Jacob kissed her tenderly on her eyelids, her chin as she struggled to accept them both.

  Blinded by pleasurable pain, she wasn’t sure how long it took before they were both inside her completely. Ric took a shaky breath. “Oh, princess, I can feel you. I can feel both of you.”

  So could she. She could feel Jacob’s erection pressing against Ric’s through the thin barrier between them. It was too much. It was everything. The energy was spiking, an electric storm of red and gold and blue above their heads like a living canopy.

  Inside her head a voice kept repeating. Move. Move. Move.

  She rocked her hips subtly, gasping at the sensation, searching for a rhythm. Ric and Jacob stilled for a heartbeat, and then they took over.

  Harrison arched her neck, crying out as Ric filled her, then Jacob, then Ric. They surrounded her, consumed her, burned her with their desire. She was taken. Branded. Theirs.

  Her eyes opened as she grew closer and closer to her powerful climax. She watched her magic overtake theirs above them, watched the red and gold merge with blue, become blue. An ocean of blue light embracing them.

  She sensed the exact moment Ric lost control, gripping her shoulder and Jacob’s for purchase as he powered in and out, faster and faster. She let go the same moment Jacob did, their shouts of completion calling to Ric, who came with a hoarse yell of victory.

  Her body was transformed. Filled with light, flesh, magic. Changed.

  The three of them stayed like that for a while. Shaking and touching, kissing whatever flesh they could, marveling at the connection between them. The strength of it. They laid down on the giant bed, unwilling to let each other out of their sight just yet.

  Ric was the first to break the silence. “All I can say is that it’s a good thing I don’t have any magic inadequacy issues.”

  Jacob chuckled, but Harrison frowned. It was odd, the way her power took over. She wondered if there was something wrong with that. Was she hurting them?

  She asked and Jacob shushed her. “I don’t know why it happens like that, but I think I can speak for Ric when I say I don’t feel a drain. Far from it. I feel more powerful. Like my magic has increased. As it should be.”

  Harrison bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

  He sat up, scooting away from them, followed by two groans of denial, until he sat at the foot of the bed. “Harrison?”

  “Mmmhmm?”

  “Come!”

  She felt as if she were going to break in two her body arched so hard. Fingers and tongues everywhere. Her two lovers inside her. Her clit throbbed and her heart raced and…she came. Hard. Instantly.

  Just from the sound of his voice.

  When she could breathe again she opened her eyes and saw Ric laughing down at her. “This has some definite possibilities. He’s definitely more powerful. As for me,” he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Have I ever told you that a morph can pick and choose what parts are changed? That he can make things bigger? Longer? Whatever he wants.”

  “Um…” Harrison sensed Jacob moving in behind her, determined not to be left out and she sighed. They might kill her with pleasure before they were scheduled to meet with the Proxenos. But what a way to go.

  It was good to be Magian. Think of all she’d have missed if she were human.

  Magic was wonderful.

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  Wicked ³, Book 1

  Callie has always known the Abbotts were different. Witches, though they call themselves “Magians”. They are her second family. Harrison Abbott has been her best friend since they were children. Tucker Abbott, her life-long crush. And their brother, Tyghe? A magical pain in her backside.

  When the Abbotts need her human perspective to solve a mystery, she doesn’t hesitate. Especially since it means getting everything she ever wanted. A chance to be one of them, to have magic, even if it’s only temporary.