Wicked Sexy (Wicked 3 1)

The music came to a halt as the deejay spoke into the microphone. “Our first success of the night. Early hours, folks, but these three have come back from their private time with a perfect match. Let’s show ’em some Triune love.”

The crowd roared. Callie watched the blushing female, her energy glowing brightly and entwining with her two counterparts’, the different colors swirling around them like miniature fireworks. “Is that normal?”

Tyghe didn’t take his eyes from the threesome as they headed out of sight down a cordoned-off hallway. “If the match is true, yes. It doesn’t last long, but while it does there is no denying it. That glow has saved many a Magian from manipulative families who wish for profitable alliances as opposed to love. This is why Triune, for all its party-like atmosphere, is so important. We aren’t forced into arranged marriages anymore. We learned long ago that an incompatible match can throw our world out of balance. Without balance, we have chaos. Now they go to meet the Proxenos, to gain approval for their union.” He leaned around Callie and sent his brother a look. “Speaking of unions, brother...”

“Subtle, Tyghe.” Tucker kept her close as he began to walk through the crowd, Tyghe following close behind.

Callie studied the people they passed, their dancing, writhing bodies so beautiful beneath the strobe lights. “Where are we going? Shouldn’t we be looking for the killer?” Though how she was supposed to study anyone in this kind of atmosphere was beyond her. Why hadn’t Harrison told her this ritual was more like a rave?

Tucker held his finger to his lips, telling her to be silent, even though the music was blasting so loudly she could hardly hear herself think. The bracelet around her wrist warmed, and she looked down in surprise, feeling the soothing energy. Had Moira Abbott made this jewelry to calm her tempestuous child’s nerves? It may not work on Harrison, but it was making Callie feel really relaxed. More than relaxed. A little tipsy.

Tucker turned a sharp corner and led her up one flight of stairs, to a wall of doors, most of them with occupied signs hanging from their knobs. When he found one without a sign, he opened it and pulled her quickly behind him, shutting the door as soon as Tyghe was standing beside her.

It was a white room. Brilliant white. No paintings, no furniture. She couldn’t see where the door that Tucker just closed had been. “Are we in The Matrix? What the heck is going on?”

Tyghe laughed out loud and even the somber Tucker smiled, deepening his lickable dimples. “I suppose it is a little like that. The room is enchanted. It will take a few minutes for it to read all of us and come up with the perfect combination.”

“Combination?”

Tyghe licked his lips. “Our fantasies, Callie. The room can read our fantasies. It will find the ones that are most compatible and create a room made just for the three of us.”

“The three of us?” She’d turned into a parrot. “Is this part of the plan? I think I would have definitely remembered if it was part of the plan.”

Tucker walked slowly, determinedly in her direction. “There’s been a new development. After I told my superiors about our plan, they gave me a bit more information. For example, I know for a fact that the powers that be made sure that out of all the people at Triune tonight, only two have compelling magic.”

Callie knew she was one of them, but as she looked into his eyes she gasped. “You?”

Tucker nodded. “And you. I also know that until our magic is revealed through a compatible coupling, the attacker will do nothing. That is the only way these attacks make sense. Not only does that narrow down our list of potential suspects, it leaves us with only one choice.”

She was breathless. “What?”

Tyghe spun her around to face him, his expression unmistakable. “We fuck you, of course. Both of us.”

Chapter Six

As he spoke those words, the room began to form around them. Like paint dripping down colorless walls, filling each corner and crevice until every speck of white was covered.

“Sweet heaven.” Tucker’s ragged whisper captured her own emotions perfectly.

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Apparently their minds were hopelessly in the gutter. The room was a veritable cornucopia of copulation. Chains dangled from the wall with bright pink, fuzzy handcuffs at their ends. Toys, including vibrators, blindfolds, a whip, several butt plugs and enough lube for everyone outside to join them lined the shelves beside the bed. That bed. The bed was huge. More than big enough for all three of them to stretch out on.

All three of them. Was this really happening? Was she really going to have sex with the two of them? She was certain she was going to wake up any second. It had to be a dream. Tyghe may only be doing it for the novelty. Tucker may only be doing it to catch a criminal…but Callie? She couldn’t lie to herself. She knew exactly why she wasn’t going to question this fascinating turn of events.

She loved them. Both of them. She’d always known her feelings for Tucker. The ones for Tyghe had come as a shock. All the irritation and insecurity she’d always felt around him had changed over the last week into hunger and desire. She’d missed him when he wasn’t there, and each night he was, only fueled her desire for him. The feelings were just as strong, just as real as the ones she’d always had for Tucker.

But she had to know. “What if it doesn’t work? If the spell Harrison used would allow us to…well for our energies to merge like those others I saw?”

Tucker lifted her chin, turning her face up to his. He looked lighter than she’d seen him in a long time. Younger. “Tyghe told me about the energy you were giving off at the salon. I saw for myself what one of us can do to you.” His jaw tightened, almost imperceptibly, but Callie saw it. “We are compatible, Callie. There is no doubt in my mind. Now as beautiful as that dress is, I think its time to take it off.”

Tyghe surprised them both by ducking his knees and lifting Callie over his shoulder, carrying her, she soon realized, to the wall with the handcuffs. “Oh, hell.”

He spanked her bottom playfully. “Don’t play coy with us, wicked girl. It wouldn’t be in here if you weren’t at least curious. And I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.” He set her down, lifting her hand to place a kiss inside her palm, his tongue tracing her life line. Callie shivered, and he smiled, slipping one faux-fur lined cuff around her wrist. “In the spirit of honesty, you should know this is not the first time Tucker and I have shared a woman.”

Tucker swore and Callie flinched, but Tyghe wouldn’t release her free hand, methodically closing the cuff with a loud click. “In fact,” he continued, grunting when he adjusted the chains to raise her arms above her head, avoiding her knee. “For a year or two there, we developed quite the reputation. I’d ‘Tyghe her up’, and he’d ‘Tucker her out’. Remember that, Tuck?”

Callie glared at him, but it was herself she was angry with. Tied up, the two men staring intently at her, undressing her, she was still aroused. Tyghe unhooked the now flame red dress from behind her neck, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her exposed in nothing but her underwear and heels. She loved the fire that lit in their stormy eyes. She had no shame. They’d done this with other women, and she didn’t care. At least, not enough to ask them to stop.