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.