Chapter Six

 

As he spoke those words, the room began to form around them. Like paint dripping down colorless walls, filling each corner and crevice until every speck of white was covered.

“Sweet heaven.” Tucker’s ragged whisper captured her own emotions perfectly.

Apparently their minds were hopelessly in the gutter. The room was a veritable cornucopia of copulation. Chains dangled from the wall with bright pink, fuzzy handcuffs at their ends. Toys, including vibrators, blindfolds, a whip, several butt plugs and enough lube for everyone outside to join them lined the shelves beside the bed. That bed. The bed was huge. More than big enough for all three of them to stretch out on.

All three of them. Was this really happening? Was she really going to have sex with the two of them? She was certain she was going to wake up any second. It had to be a dream. Tyghe may only be doing it for the novelty. Tucker may only be doing it to catch a criminal…but Callie? She couldn’t lie to herself. She knew exactly why she wasn’t going to question this fascinating turn of events.

She loved them. Both of them. She’d always known her feelings for Tucker. The ones for Tyghe had come as a shock. All the irritation and insecurity she’d always felt around him had changed over the last week into hunger and desire. She’d missed him when he wasn’t there, and each night he was, only fueled her desire for him. The feelings were just as strong, just as real as the ones she’d always had for Tucker.

But she had to know. “What if it doesn’t work? If the spell Harrison used would allow us to…well for our energies to merge like those others I saw?”

Tucker lifted her chin, turning her face up to his. He looked lighter than she’d seen him in a long time. Younger. “Tyghe told me about the energy you were giving off at the salon. I saw for myself what one of us can do to you.” His jaw tightened, almost imperceptibly, but Callie saw it. “We are compatible, Callie. There is no doubt in my mind. Now as beautiful as that dress is, I think it’s time to take it off.”

 

 

Tyghe surprised them both by ducking his knees and lifting Callie over his shoulder, carrying her, she soon realized, to the wall with the handcuffs. “Oh, hell.”

He spanked her bottom playfully. “Don’t play coy with us, wicked girl. It wouldn’t be in here if you weren’t at least curious. And I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” He set her down, lifting her hand to place a kiss inside her palm, his tongue tracing her life line. Callie shivered, and he smiled, slipping one faux-fur lined cuff around her wrist. “In the spirit of honesty, you should know this is not the first time Tucker and I have shared a woman.”

Tucker swore and Callie flinched, but Tyghe wouldn’t release her free hand, methodically closing the cuff with a loud click. “In fact,” he continued, grunting when he adjusted the chains to raise her arms above her head, avoiding her knee. “For a year or two there, we developed quite the reputation. I’d ‘Tyghe her up’, and he’d ‘Tucker her out’. Remember that, Tuck?”

Callie glared at him, but it was herself she was angry with. Tied up, the two men staring intently at her, undressing her, she was still aroused. Tyghe unhooked the now flame red dress from behind her neck, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her exposed in nothing but her underwear and heels. She loved the fire that lit in their stormy eyes. She had no shame. They’d done this with other women, and she didn’t care. At least, not enough to ask them to stop.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t torture them the same way they were torturing her. “Thanks for the history lesson.” She jerked her arms, jangling the chains. “This isn’t my first rodeo either.”

Tyghe’s smile was tight. “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t talking about what we did the other night? You mean your old boyfriend. How could we forget good old Mitchell? The rebel without applause.”

“There was nothing wrong with Mitchell.” He just wasn’t Tucker…or Tyghe.

“There was nothing right about him, either.” Tucker grumbled under his breath, surprising her. The few times he’d come out with Harrison when Callie was with Mitchell, he’d always been polite.

“He’s the reason Tucker went a little wild for a while. Mitchell was the first guy you seemed serious about, the first one who hung around long enough to meet all of us. I think Tucker fucked his way through half the single females in Boston before he came up for air.”

“Tyghe, you’re a bastard.” Tucker was unbuttoning his black shirt, his gaze snared by Callie’s hardening nipples.

“Yeah, I’m the bastard. I just didn’t want her hero worship to blind her to the fact that I’m not the only sinner in this room.”

Callie started, her gaze colliding with the vulnerability in Tyghe’s grey eyes. They’d been more intimate in the last few days than she’d ever allowed herself to be with another. Made love in positions and places that made her blush to think about. But they’d never spoken of her reaction to Tucker’s touch. Never spoken of Tyghe’s insecurities. Callie had believed he’d gotten over his concerns. Until now. Now she could see that he was still worried, even after all they’d done, that he’d be pushed aside for his older brother. As much as she wanted Tucker to touch her, as much as the revelation that he’d been jealous of her last relationship thrilled her, she couldn’t let Tyghe think she didn’t want him just as much.

She smiled at him, a little mischievously. “So, what do you do with a woman once you tie her up?”

Both men relaxed at her words. She could see it in the set of their shoulders, their matching smiles. Tucker, especially, had seemed concerned about how she’d take the information about his past.

Tyghe pulled his silk, button-down shirt off over his head. It mussed his fiery hair, making him look a little wild. “I could tell you. But why don’t we just show you instead?”

Callie took a deep, shaky breath as the two, stunning Abbott men came closer until they stood on either side of her, their bare chests pressed against her sensitive skin. Tucker cupped her cheek in his hand, turning her face toward his. “I’ve been dying to kiss you.”

His head came down slowly, his eyes studying hers, as if unsure of his welcome. Callie lifted on her toes, arching her neck to press her lips against his, impatient for the taste of him.

Sparks flew. Callie felt as though she were floating, flying. She’d known it would be like this. She’d imagined kissing Tucker so many times. Had always wanted him to be her first. But from the instant his lips touched hers, she knew it had been worth waiting for. Worth all the other kisses she’d had with awkward college boys and blind dates. It was magic.

His anguished moan vibrated against her lips and then his hands were in her hair, angling her head so he could get deeper, take more. The soft kiss turned carnal, intimate. His tongue sought out every hidden part of her mouth. He seemed to be drinking her in, savoring her taste.

Her hands curved into fists, dying to touch him. She whimpered into his mouth when she felt another jolt, another powerful touch. Tyghe. He was on his knees beside her, slipping off her shoes, her thigh-high stockings, trailing tender love bites and wicked licks down her thighs, the inside of her knee, her calf. He tugged her simple, cotton panties down her legs, his breath hot against her wet sex.

Fire burned low in her belly, arousal making her hips tilt helplessly toward his mouth, silently begging. But he ignored her plea, offering only the lightest lick before his lips rose to caress the curve of her belly, the underside of her breast.

Tucker sucked her lower lip into his mouth at the same time Tyghe wrapped his lips around one nipple, his fingers lightly pinching the other. Callie cried out against Tucker’s lips, arching her back to push her breast deeper into Tyghe’s mouth. Yes. It was overwhelming. Hands touching, lips tasting everywhere. But she needed more.

Her clit felt swollen, the cool air of the room torturing her sensitive sex. Her thighs were wet with need, a need she wished one of them would fulfill. She pulled her mouth away from Tucker, gasping for air. “Please.”

Tyghe lifted his head from her breast. “Damn, I love it when she begs.”

Tucker growled. “Please what, baby? Tell us what you need.”

She closed her eyes on a moan, as two hands slid down her sides, tracing her hips before moving inward. Two sets of fingers tangled in the curls of her sex, and two matching male groans filled the air when she drenched their hands with her arousal.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Damn, Callie.”

Tucker bit her chin. “Is this what you need?” He slipped one finger inside her, Tyghe quickly following his lead. “You need us inside you? You need to be filled?”

Oh God. “Yes. Fill me. Fuck me. Both of you. I’ve wanted it so long.” Longer than she’d realized. And when she’d discovered that Magians had two mates each, a part of her had ranted at the fates that kept her so close to what she wanted. So close, yet worlds apart. But not tonight. She could have them—have this tonight.

“Tyghe, watch out. I can’t wait. Not with her. Not now.” Tucker stepped back, pulling away from her despite her sound of denial. Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes went wide. He looked fierce. Primal.

His cheeks had flushed, his face tight, nostrils flared as though scenting his prey. He lifted the hand that had touched her to his lips. Callie whimpered as he licked his fingers, his blue-grey eyes burning with desire. For her.

He made a motion with his hand and her cuffs popped open, releasing her from her confinement. Had Tucker done that? She felt Tyghe reach out, rubbing her arms until she tore her gaze from the watchful Tucker to look at him. He was in bad shape as well. His smile hard, eyes sparking with silver lightning. “He needs you, Callie. We need you. That’s what makes you different. No teasing. No drawn out games. Not with you. Not yet anyway.” He winked, and she nodded, feeling the same. She wanted to taste and touch every part of them. Wanted to study their bodies until she knew them better than she knew her own. But not now. Now the beat of her heart was a drumbeat, pounding its impatience through her veins. She needed them inside her. Needed to be whole. Now.

Tyghe rubbed her shoulders and turned her back to his brother. Tucker, who’d been bent over removing his shoes and pants, stood. Callie licked her lips, her throat going dry at the sight of his bare body. Broad shoulders, a lean, muscled torso, abs she wanted to slide her tongue over—Tucker was a masterpiece. Perfectly made. And his cock…she swallowed. Hard and flushed and so big, she wondered if it would fit.

He went to lie down on the bed, never once taking his gaze from her body. Tyghe let go of her, and she turned toward him, watching as he quickly stripped off his pants as well. They’d gone after each other so quickly each time, she’d never had a chance to really study his body.

Leaner than Tucker, but just as chiseled, just as blessed in every way that counted. Could you ever have too much of a good thing? She sure as hell hoped not.

Tyghe smiled and tilted his head. “You gonna window shop all day? Or did you want to try something on?”

A surprised laugh bubbled in her throat. She was still laughing when he kissed her. There was no hesitation in his kiss. He took her mouth as though he had every right, his tongue tangling with hers while he walked her backwards toward the bed.

She felt the backs of her knees touch the soft coverlet, and then she was whirled around and lifted, her hands reaching out to balance herself and landing on Tucker’s rock-hard chest.

Tyghe was behind her, his arm around her waist as he guided her on the bed until she was straddling Tucker’s hips. “Isn’t she the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, Tuck? Who knew all these sweet, edible curves were hidden beneath those baggy sweatshirts she loves to wear?”

“I did.” Tucker wasn’t smiling, and Callie trembled at the rough need in his voice.

Tyghe’s lips rubbed against her shoulder, his hands smoothing over her hips as he mumbled. “Yeah. I did too.” He took a deep breath, kissing her one last time before leaning back on his heels.

Tucker lifted his hands to Callie’s hips, biting his lip at the arc of electricity that she could see flowing up his arms at the touch. “Are you ready, baby? I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

She nodded, lowering her hips until she could feel the wide head of his cock pressing insistently against her sex.

He growled. “You’re so wet, Callie. Hot. More.” His grip tightened, and Callie’s head fell back on a moan as he entered her slowly, inch by thick, delicious inch. She tried to press down harder, take more, but he held her fast. “No. I want to enjoy this. You don’t know how long I’ve…ahh, fuck, baby. So tight.”

Tyghe leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I know what he’s feeling right now, Callie. I haven’t been able to get your sweet pussy out of my dreams since I had you. Staying away from you this week nearly killed me. But the waiting is over. Take him, Callie. Take all of him, that’s right. Show him how much you want him.”

Tyghe’s words as Tucker filled her only added to the eroticism of the moment. Bright violet energy was already swirling up inside her, around her, and she knew there was more to come.

She rocked against Tucker slowly, sensually. He was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching her through his thick, dark lashes as she rode him. Tyghe’s hands were caressing her back, his low murmurs of approval guiding her as she quickened her pace, reveling in the feeling of Tucker beneath her, inside her.

Callie gasped in surprise when Tyghe’s hand slid around, his fingers massaging her clit as Tucker’s hips lifted off the bed, taking her deeper. “Oh God.”

Tyghe body was pressing against her back, his cock hard and blazing hot against the cheeks of her ass, his fingers massaging her. “That’s right, Callie. You want it don’t you? Want to feel both of us inside you. Both of us fucking you.”

Too many sensations. Too much. Callie cried out as she came. She could feel her energy reach out to lick at the male bodies surrounding her, heard their groans of pleasure. Tucker’s body jerked beneath her when her inner muscles squeezed him tight with the power of her climax.

“Perfect.” Tyghe’s rasping voice shook as he pushed her forward, until she was pressed breast to chest with Tucker, who instantly took her mouth with a hungry growl.

Tyghe was caressing her ass, spreading her cheeks, but she still jumped when she felt the cool liquid. His thumb rubbed it into her ass, massaging her intimately as Tucker’s cock pulsed inside her.

“I wish I could take my time. I have so many plans for this ass, Callie. So many wicked dreams of bending you over the kitchen table and fucking you with my tongue until you scream. Of sliding one of those plugs inside you and making you keep it in all day, knowing as you went to class or talked to your friends, you’d be spending the whole day thinking of me, ready for me to make you come.”

He did? She’d never known. She thought he’d hated her for so long. She moaned. So much for her Spidey sense.

Tyghe wasn’t done. “Tucker’s had his share of fantasies too. Fantasies some of the women we’ve been with didn’t take too kindly to. If he wasn’t an enforcer, an Abbott, he’d have been cursed for calling out one woman’s name while being taken by another.”

Her eyes popped open, and she pulled her lips from Tucker’s, meeting his storm-tossed gaze with her own. He’d called her name? Didn’t he know how she felt about him? How she’d always felt about him? Her brow furrowed, and his finger came up to smooth the crease. “Later, baby. Now, just breathe.”

The head of Tyghe’s cock pressed against her ass, pushing inside the tight ring of muscles until she felt a small pop, and he was in. “Fuck. Fuck.” She was shaking. Pleasure? Pain? She wasn’t sure. Tucker’s cock was inside her, her sex tightening around him as Tyghe slowly, but firmly thrust further inside her.

Tucker was kissing her cheek, her neck. “Breathe, baby. You can take us. You were born to take us. Born for this.”

She couldn’t. She wasn’t. But, oh God it felt good. Shocks of electric passion pulsed through her veins. Every small twist of Tucker’s hips brought him deeper, further inside her. She turned to look over her shoulder at Tyghe, immediately riveted by his passionate expression. His head was thrown back, his jaw flexing with restraint, eyes closed until he sensed her watching him. He stared at her with something akin to victory lighting his eyes. “Mine.” He thrust home, his hips flush against her, fully inside her, and looked over her head at his brother. “Ours.”

“Ours.” Tucker echoed, tugging her head back around to kiss her, as though he couldn’t help himself. He pulled away and grinned, his dimples deepening in his handsome face. Callie was hit by a wave of love so strong it almost blinded her.

And then they started to move.

Callie was caught between them, holding tight to Tucker as the two men began to thrust inside her. One retreating while the other advanced. In and out in a smooth, irresistible rhythm. Filling her. Claiming her.

She felt the power running through her, noticing as she bent her head that silver and deep purple arcs of energy were wrapping around her arms, her body—just as the violet light, the energy that only seemed to be growing stronger inside her, was wrapping around them. They were joining together, body and soul. It was more intimate than she’d ever imagined sex could be. It was making love.

The rhythm grew faster, more powerful. Tyghe was shafting her, his thrusts deep and long, harder and harder. Tucker was lowering her as he lifted his hips, pumping her against him, a low continuous growl of pleasure rumbling from his chest. She wanted it to go on forever. It couldn’t. Callie knew she was close again. Already so close to coming. She wanted them to come together, wanted to feel both of them lose control.

She tightened the muscles of her ass around Tyghe, pushing back hard against him. He shouted her name, and she smiled. Tucker saw the telling expression. “He’s right,” he whispered roughly. “You are a bad girl.”

She rocked against his hold, thrusting hard against him, making them both gasp. “I’ve never been bad before. You must bring it out in me.”

His eyes narrowed, and Callie knew she’d won. Their moans mingled in the private room as they began to move against each other with a wildness that had nothing to do with technique, and everything to do with the goal. The bed shook with the power of their thrusts, and Callie felt the power spiking between them.

“Callie, baby, I need—I can’t—”

“Fuck, I’m coming.”

“Yes.”

They came together in a firestorm of light and color. Callie felt as though she were torn apart and put together again in the space of a heartbeat. Reborn. Alive. Tucker called her name, saying it over and over, like a touchstone, a mantra as he climaxed inside her. Tyghe bit her shoulder, hard, his hips pumping furiously against her, filling her with his release.

They collapsed beside each other on the bed, all of them groaning as their bodies separated. Bodies that were, even now, glowing brightly with their magic. And then something strange happened.

A phone rang.

Callie sat up instinctually, a small part of her brain screaming, praying this wasn’t a dream. That she wouldn’t wake to a phone call from Harrison in her own room, with no magic, no Tucker or Tyghe.

“I’m pretty sure none of us have a phone fetish.” Tyghe’s sardonic comment drew a chuckle from Callie, but Tucker tensed beside her.

“It’s probably for me. My superiors will want to move this along, catch our criminal while we have an opening. I should get it.”

Tyghe sighed, leaping from the bed to cross the room to where the phone had appeared. “I’ve got this, Tuck. I’ll just tell your boss that it’s rude to interrupt our afterglow just because there’s a psycho on the loose.”

Callie shivered. She’d forgotten the reason they were doing this. Forgotten for a moment that the magic whipping around her was an illusion. All of it was.

“What are you thinking?” Tucker’s voice was low, intimate. She didn’t want to ruin this moment with reality. She wished she had the power to stop time. She would freeze this moment, this feeling of satisfaction and love. She would stay with them forever.

“Thinking that you two really know what you’re doing. I’m surprised women aren’t following you around like lovesick puppies begging for a bone.”

Tucker lifted up on his elbow to face her, his expression sober, intense. “It’s never been like that, Callie. I’ve never felt—” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair as he searched for the right words. “They weren’t you. I never forgot that, hard as I tried.”

Her eyes blurred. “You don’t have to say things like that, Tucker. I know why we’re here. I know that when this is done I’ll go back to being human, while you and Tucker will eventually have to find a Triune of your own.”

“Callie, you don’t understand. What I’m trying to say, rather badly, is that I—”

“Wow, they are a grumpy bunch. Now I know why I decided to get my degree in lazy playboy instead of law enforcement. They want to wrap this thing up. We have to go. Now.”

Tucker blew out a frustrated breath, but Callie leapt from the bed, reaching for her dress. “Let’s go get this jackass before my special afterglow wears off. I wouldn’t want this all to be for nothing.”

Tyghe’s hiss of reaction and Tucker’s silence filled her with guilt. She couldn’t help it. Her heart felt like it was crushing in her chest. She ran into the bathroom to clean herself off, angrily wiping the tears from her cheeks before throwing her dress back on. It instantly turned black. Great. Hopefully it didn’t mean she was going to her own funeral.