Wicked Bad (Wicked 3 2)

His response was all she could have asked for and more. He pressed his mouth to hers. She bit at his lips, grinning when he growled, taking her lower lip between his teeth. Their tongues tangled, a fierce passionate battle for supremacy that neither wanted to win.

Harrison gasped when another tongue traced a line up her inner thigh, lowering until it reached her sex. Gliding further until it was tracing the seam below, between the cheeks of her ass. Oh.

Yes.

Jacob grinned against her lips, lifting up enough to look into her eyes. “And he says I have a wicked tongue. I know. You be the judge.”

She bit her lip, her hand coming up to thread through his hair as he slid down her body until he joined Ric between her thighs. “Beautiful.” He sighed. “I’ve been tasting you on my tongue since you left. Remembering how sweet you taste. Like honey. I have to taste you again.”

Oh, she liked it when he spoke now. No longer holding himself back for fear of using his power. No longer stuffy. Just sexy as sin.

She clutched at Ric’s back with one hand, Jacob’s head with the other as both men feasted. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking between their mouths. Couldn’t believe how much she was loving the feel of Ric’s tongue pushing against her—there. Or Jacob’s, thrusting wickedly inside her, drinking in her slick juices, moaning in expressive delight.

And the magic. Their magic. It was filling the room. So much energy. Fire. Emotion. She was drowning in it. Reveling in the connection. Sensing Ric’s impatience to feel the grip of her ass around his cock, and Jacob’s thirst for more. More. More. They wanted her. They loved her. She belonged to them. Combined with her own need that knowledge, those sensations, flung her headlong into her first climax.

She cried out, her back lifting off the bed and the two men moved as one, climbing into the middle of the bed beside her. Restless need lined every muscle in their bodies. Harrison knew exactly how they felt. And she knew just what to say. “Please.”

Jacob lowered his lids. “Haven’t we played this game before? Please what?”

She rose up, her arms going around his neck as she straddled his lap. “Please, both of you, fuck me.”

“Have I mentioned lately how perfect you are for us, princess?” Ric bit her shoulder, his chest pressed against her back. “Please, Jacob, tell me we can keep her.”

“Of course we can.” Jacob dragged her hips closer until the head of his hard erection was lined up with the opening of her sex. She shivered, and he grinned boyishly, an infectious grin that had her smiling back. He winked. “She belongs to us. She was made for us.”

Yes, she was. She lost her breath when his grip tightened, lowering her onto him. Her muscles tightened instinctively around him, and he hissed out a breath. “Too much of that and I won’t be able to finish.”

She relaxed, loving the stretch as she took more of him. All of him. Perfect.

Jacob nuzzled her neck, and Ric moved in closer behind her. She turned to watch as their lips met, the arousing sight mesmerizing. They were so beautiful together. And they belonged to her.

Ric tore his lips from Jacob’s and kissed her. And then they were both kissing her, kissing each other for endless intimate moments. Ric was panting when he pulled away. “Are you ready for more, princess? I’ll explode if I have to wait much longer to be inside you.”

“Please.” She couldn’t form a more complicated word. She couldn’t think of anything but—Yes. Please. Now.

“I love the way she says that.” Jacob lifted her hips before lowering them back down in a slow, deep thrust.

“Fuck, I do too.” Ric placed a hand against her back, until she was leaning forward against a welcoming Jacob. She felt a cool liquid being rubbed onto the tight ring of muscles in her ass, felt a finger slip inside.

“Yes.”

Ric moaned. “I like that word even better.”

She could sense the power of his need, the vulnerability it made him feel, and she sent him her emotions. She loved him. She wanted him. She wanted him to let go of his control and take her. Wanted to know what it felt like to have her two lovers inside her.

He called out her name and spread her cheeks apart, guiding his thick cock between them. Jacob kissed her tenderly on her eyelids, her chin as she struggled to accept them both.

Blinded by pleasurable pain, she wasn’t sure how long it took before they were both inside her completely. Ric took a shaky breath. “Oh, princess, I can feel you. I can feel both of you.”

So could she. She could feel Jacob’s erection pressing against Ric’s through the thin barrier between them. It was too much. It was everything. The energy was spiking, an electric storm of red and gold and blue above their heads like a living canopy.

Inside her head a voice kept repeating. Move. Move. Move.

She rocked her hips subtly, gasping at the sensation, searching for a rhythm. Ric and Jacob stilled for a heartbeat, and then they took over.

Harrison arched her neck, crying out as Ric filled her, then Jacob, then Ric. They surrounded her, consumed her, burned her with their desire. She was taken. Branded. Theirs.

Her eyes opened as she grew closer and closer to her powerful climax. She watched her magic overtake theirs above them, watched the red and gold merge with blue, become blue. An ocean of blue light embracing them.