Wicked Sexy (Wicked 3 1)

Callie’s spine arched as he began to power into her, his hips slamming against hers, jarring her to the bone. Yes. This was what she wanted. Needed. No pretences. No soft caresses. She wanted to be marked, taken so completely that she would never forget this feeling.

She was being thrown up into the heart of a hurricane, a tempest swirling around her as he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting a part of her that made her cry out. “Tyghe.”

“Yes. My name, Callie.” His grip on her shoulder tightened, holding her still for his punishing pace. “I’m the one fucking you. The only one who can give you this.” The hand on her hip slid over her skin, thumb slipping between her cheeks to press against her ass. “And this.”

“Oh God.” She wanted it. She wanted his fingers, his cock everywhere, anywhere. She couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough. When his thumb pushed inside, his cock still filling her sex, she couldn’t hold back. She screamed.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you, Callie? You were made for this, made for me. Tell me you love it. That you want more. Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”

“Yes. I love it. More.” She had become a wild thing, oblivious to anything but the sensations he was creating through her body. His thumb thrust inside her ass, short shallow thrusts that matched the movement of his coc

k inside her. A sudden image of another man joining Tyghe, of both of them inside her, taking her, threw her over the edge.

Violet energy exploding around them, mixed with the silver of Tyghe’s. Her body was on fire, pulsing with life, with light. She could feel how her climax was affecting him, knew he couldn’t wait to join her, to fill her with his come.

Suddenly he was there, shouting out his pleasure as he continued to pump inside her, his grip on her shoulder almost bruising her as he ground against her again and again. He bent down, and she turned her head, kissing him with all the passion inside her.

Tyghe tore his lips away, panting against her mouth. “Pull the energy back, Callie. You can do it. That’s right.” He groaned when she focused on what he said, focused on calming her energy. “You felt so good, my bad girl. You came so hard. I knew you’d be addictive. I was right. Now that I’ve been here, felt your tight, wet pussy around me… I’ll never get enough.”

Her heart jumped at his words, but she knew people said things in the moment that they didn’t always mean. She knew enough about his past with women that he wasn’t the kind of man who hung around. She needed that, more than fantastic, mind-blowing sex. She needed someone she could count on. Someone to trust.

He saw her expression change and gripped her chin with his fingers. “Don’t you dare.” He pressed his hips against her, and she could feel his cock, still hard inside her. “Don’t deny what this was. Don’t pretend that wasn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had. Or do I have to remind you again?”

“Am I interrupting something?”

Tyghe stiffened, his expression closing when he saw Callie blanch at the new voice in the room. “I’d like to say yes, but it appears as though Callie and I are done. For now. Although I think she would rather you’d knocked before you caught us in the act, so to speak.”

This was a nightmare. It had to be. Tucker Abbott was away on his yearly trip to commune with nature. He couldn’t really be standing in the doorway, watching as his brother slid out from between her thighs, leaving her half naked on all fours on the floor, the proof of their passion dripping down her thighs. There was no childhood humiliation she could think of that topped this. Child. She groaned and closed her eyes. At least she knew Magians didn’t reproduce unless they were married-matched-whatever. Something she was now incredibly grateful with Jenner for telling her. Not that it made this moment any less uncomfortable. Please let this be a dream.

Tyghe appeared beside her, shielding her body from view. “Come on now, there’s a good girl, I brought you one of your T-shirts.” He spoke over his shoulder to his brother as Callie, eyes misty and mind in chaos, allowed him to pull the shreds of her blouse from her body and slip a clean shirt over her head. “What brings you home, Tucker? You get lonely in the woods all by yourself? That’s what you get for preferring trees and rocks to soft beds and pretty women.”

He slid the washcloth between her legs with swift efficient movements, the passionate lover from moments before seemingly gone. She should slap his hand away, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Tucker had seen her with Tyghe. All the years she’d dreamed of she and Tucker being together like this. Well, not like this. In fact, this scenario had never crossed her mind.

He would never want her now.

What a perverted woman she was for even thinking about it so soon after having the best sex of her life with his brother.

“Now I have to kill you.” Tucker’s voice was low and dangerous, but his words didn’t register to her until Tyghe was yanked roughly away from her and thrown against the wall.

Chapter Four

“Son of a bitch.” Tyghe swore as plaster flew around his shoulders from the force of the blow. Callie watched as a stone-faced Tucker reached for him again, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Tyghe, who could have frozen Tucker in his tracks, instead lowered his head and plowed into his brother’s chest, sending them both careening onto the floor beside her.

She leapt to her feet, nearly tripping over her pants in the process. She tugged them up swiftly, her attention never leaving the two struggling men. She had to do something. This was more than the playful sparring she’d seen between the brothers in the past. It seemed as though they were really trying to hurt each other. “Stop fighting. Both of you. Now.” She tried to focus as she said the words. Tried to use her magic.

They stopped, though neither of them looked too happy about it. Especially not Tucker, who refused to look in her direction as he pulled himself up to a sitting position and cupped his jaw where Tyghe had punched him. “So it’s true.” He turned to Tyghe. “Is this Harrison’s doing?”

Tyghe tried to smile, but grimaced instead as he rose, rolling his shoulders. “Do you even have to ask?”

“I suppose not. Though I have to admit, I didn’t think even you would have the nerve to let a woman, a friend of our family, put herself in danger merely to get in her pants.”

Callie flinched at Tucker’s words, but Tyghe only laughed mockingly. “At least I take what I want instead of running away from it. You can hike all the mountains, take down all the criminals you like, you’re still the coward.”

Tucker leapt to his feet, his intent clear, and Callie reacted instinctively. She ran between them, a hand on each of their chests to hold them apart.

That’s when it happened.