Wicked Sexy (Wicked 3 1)

“Taking care of you.”

Her body lifted, hovering over him. His eyes were more blue than grey as he studied her naked flesh. “There won’t be enough time in this life to do everything I want to do to you, for you.”

She felt herself lowering, straddling his lap. The ropes that dangled from her arms pulled her wrists over his shoulders, binding them together around his neck. “You’re just as kinky as your brother, aren’t you?”

He smiled before he kissed her. “You have no idea.”

She couldn’t think after that, lost in the sparkling energy gaining strength between them. Passion, barely dimmed by their sober conversation, flared back to life inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, her tongue sparring with his for control.

He groaned, and she smiled against his lips. She could feel his erection pressing hard through his clothing, could feel the answering pulse in her sex. His hand slid between her legs and she gasped, his knuckled brushing against her clit as he unbuttoned his pants.

His lips lifted from hers and her lids lifted, marveling at the love in his eyes. “Calliope Fairbanks, you are mine. Finally mine.”

She inhaled sharply as he entered her, the plug filling her from behind making the fit deliciously, unbearably snug. Tucker noticed, his jaw clenching as his hands cupped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her closer. God, it was heaven.

“Get used to this, baby. To being filled like this every night and day for the rest of your life. I’m not letting you out of my sight again. I have a hunch Tyghe feels the same way.”

“Sounds, mmm, sounds good to me.” Callie arched her back, desperate to take more, to take all of him. She rocked her hips against him, slowly, sensually, loving each and every sensation.

Violet and darker shades of purple swirled around them, enclosing them in a cocoon of light. It felt as though she were merging with everything he was. Like magic.

His fingers tightened on her skin, marking her, she knew, as he took control. He buried his face in her hair, his teeth closing on the sensitive curve of her neck. He set a new rhythm. A primal beat that her heart raced to match.

A fuse had been lit inside her. Electricity arcing through her body in a way she was growing addicted to. Yes. So close. So… “Tucker.”

He stood up with her in his arms, his muscles bunching and rippling against her skin as he pumped inside her, hard and fast and achingly deep. She cried out, feeling her body dissolve into a blinding light.

“Tell me, Callie.”

“Love you. I love you. Oh, yes.”

He came with a shout, dropping to his knees with her in his arms as the power of it felled him. Callie felt the fine tremor in his limbs as he held her, crushingly close, and she kissed his damp forehead soothingly.

“I don’t know if I should be worried or if I need therapy, but that totally turned me on.”

Tucker huffed out a ragged laugh against Callie’s chest and she looked up with a satisfied smile. Tyghe stood in the bathroom doorway, his damp skin bare but for one small, obviously tented towel around his waist.

He strode toward them, attempting to look put out. “I can’t believe you didn’t wait for me.”

Tucker stood with Callie in his arms, holding her as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. “That was one long, damn shower for a man with a naked woman tied to his bed to take, Tyghe. You must have more willpower than I do.”

Callie noticed his reddening cheeks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why were you in there so long?”

He held up his hands. “I couldn’t help it. This is a fantasy reading room after all. Not my fantasy, mind you. I never imagined anything like that.”

Callie glanced at Tucker and they both smiled, thinking the same thing. She heard Tyghe let out a surprised laugh as his brother took off toward the shower at a run, with her bouncing in his arms. She knew he’d be right behind them. Beside them.

Always.