Wicked Bad (Wicked 3 2)

“Harder, Ric. Fuck him harder.”

Ric laughed. “I can see you need to be punished more often. I’ll fuck him harder, princess. But you have to grant us a boon in return. Take pity on Jacob. He needs you. He needs your mouth on him.”

Jacobs tongue thrust faster, deeper, his fingers spreading her wide and slipping in to stretch her further. She pumped her hips against his face, looking up at his dangling cock. So big. Her mouth watered.

A perfect liquid pearl formed on the head of his shaft, and she couldn’t resist. Harrison lifted up onto her elbows, arching her neck and licking it with the tip of her tongue. It tasted like salt and sex and Jacob. She wanted more.

She wrapped her lips around the silken head of his erection and he shouted against her sex, Ric’s aggressive thrusts behind him pushing him deeper inside her mouth.

She relaxed her throat, breathing out slowly as she took him in. The energy crackled in the air, filling the room with those threads of color. Red, gold and a strong haze of blue.

Harrison knew she was close. Jacob had added another finger to the first, his mouth licking and sucking on her clit, his teeth scoring the sensitized flesh.

They were close now. All so close. She could sense it. Feel it. She lifted her hand again, caressing the base of Ric’s shaft as it pumped in and out, again and again. He swore in Spanish, his thrusts quickening, leading him toward the final, glorious end.

A power unlike any she’d known built inside her. Their magic was combining with hers, melding. It was heady, this feeling of completion. She was the siren and the morph. She was in them. Ric as he reveled in the bruising grip of Jacob’s ass. Jacob, loving her taste, greedy for more of her come, lost in the fullness of Ric’s lovemaking.

Her heavy eyelids lifted in time to see an explosion of blue fill the room, swallowing up the other hues, making their energy her own.

And then she burned.

Her orgasm had her screaming against Jacob’s erection. The two men were quick to follow. Both of them lost to their shared ecstasy. An intensity none of them had felt before, and all of them knew they would have to experience again and again.

When it was over they all collapsed in different directions on the bed. Arms and legs draped over each other as they caught their breath.

Harrison was in shock. No wonder. No wonder true triad matches spoke with such reverence about their joinings. She hadn’t even truly consummated hers and already she knew she was forever altered. Changed.

It was terrifying.

She felt random kisses being strewn over whatever body part was in their reach and she smiled. Something else had changed in that earth-shattering climax.

She’d broken through the magical binding. She wasn’t sure how or why it had happened, but her powers were once again her own. They were coursing through her, vibrating along her nerve endings. She was back. She could go home.

Why was that thought so heart-wrenching?

Chapter Six

She studied them as she dressed, memorizing every feature. They looked softer now in sleep, if either of them could ever be considered soft. Vulnerable. Every line of muscle and sinew captivated her. As did the way they were reaching for each other, even in sleep.

It must be the sex. How else could she explain it? This desire to join them once more, to give in to them completely. To stay. She was dreading leaving, and that by itself made no sense. She’d planned to go, had to go, and now there was nothing stopping her.

Their shared orgasm, that explosion of magical energy shattered the binding Jacob had used on her. An act of power she wouldn’t have been able to imagine yesterday. She could still, several hours later, feel it surging inside her, a heartbeat, the pounding pulse of waves against a shore. She’d found her trigger. At least, part of it.

Apparently one of her abilities was breaking spells, at least those put on her. Heady stuff. In the Magian world that could make her nearly unstoppable.

She dropped a shoe but neither man stirred. Perhaps it was the whispered suggestion she’d given them as they all curled together in bed. Sleep deep. Not forever, but it should last long enough for her to leave and call Conway, or maybe Lorie. She might even use a portal like the one she’d seen Jacob conjure. It would be the fastest, surest way home. But she had to get out of this fortress first.

Turning toward the door she lifted her hand, reveling in the blue sparking energy, so familiar, so missed. Touching the wood, she could feel the physical lock as well as its magical counterpart, and easily opened both.

She cloaked herself with invisibility, trying not to marvel at the splendor of the hall and wide balcony. The wooden banisters were carved with mermaids and barren trees, gilded in gold. A monstrous chandelier hovered in the air, each frosted bulb capturing a magical, fluttering light that shone down on the main foyer. Harrison thought of the shower again and hoped the lights weren’t sentient prisoners. Were there no protectors here at all then? No one to monitor the misuse of power?

The walls filled with oil paintings, drew her attention away from the flickering light. Some of them were snowy landscapes, but most were portraits of a single woman as she aged through the years. A woman who, though she may have been attractive in her day, maintained a sour and spoiled countenance that took away from the shining golden ringlets haloed around her head, the rosy cheeks.

That must be the queen. Harrison shook her head, trying not to feel sorry for Jacob, imagining how his mother might react to finding her gone before consummation.

Harrison walked light and swift down the stairs, noticing the servants scrambling back and forth, hands full of trays or linen, some of them close to tears. All of them shivering. It was cold. Unusually so. Magically so. A South American hacienda shouldn’t have an icy breeze, the kind that reminded her of December in Boston. Perhaps it was another charm for comfort. But comfortable was the last thing this was.

How could either of them, Jacob or Ricardo, live here? They were warm and passionate, at least that was how they’d seemed. They had tricked her several times, kidnapped her—not exactly heroic actions—but still, passionate ones.