Tucker slid the warm jacket from her shoulders and handed it to the girl at the coat check counter. Callie could hear the pounding modern beat of the music, and heard the hum of more voices than she’d been expecting. How big was this place?
She got her answer when they left the main entrance and headed into the sea of bodies. It was huge. Like a massive warehouse-cum-dance club. People upstairs leaned over the railing to study the moving bodies on the main dance floor below. A deejay rocked above the crowd beneath the colored lights. Was his equipment…floating?
Tucker placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her toward the long, bustling bar and her lashes fluttered. She would never get used to the shock of magic she felt whenever Tyghe or Tucker touched her. The thrill of energy that aroused her instantly, made her want to attack them. She wondered how Magians got anything done, if this was what it felt like to touch each other. Or perhaps, it was just her own emotions, her own desires for the two men making her react so intensely.
“Callie.” She turned at the muffled shriek, smiling when she saw the young woman from the salon, Veronica, waving at her and beaming as though they were old friends. “I’ve been waiting for you to show up. Isn’t this great? I’ve never seen so many Magians in one place in my life.”
Callie smiled at her excitement, secretly agreeing. It was an impressive turnout. The way some of them were dressed, she knew they weren’t from Boston. Doorways must be appearing in parking garages around the world for this event.
She chuckled and gave the girl a friendly squeeze. “You look wonderful, Ronnie. Have you met Harrison’s oldest brother, Tucker?”
Veronica blushed. “Actually, he’s how I got away from my mother. She insisted on coming, and she hasn’t let me out of her sight once.” Her smile turned mischievous. “Until I mentioned that the Abbott men had arrived and she all but pushed me out of my chair and across the floor.”
Tucker winced politely and lifted her hand to his lips. “How can I pass up the opportunity to save a lovely young lady from her mother’s disapproval?” Veronica’s face went from pink to beet red in a heartbeat. Tucker smiled. “She doesn’t have to stay you know.”
Callie watched the girl’s eyes widen. “What do you mean?”
“He means that by Magian law, it is permissible during Triune for you to request the absence of your parent’s presence. Makes sense to me. How can you enjoy yourself and find a compatible, um, match, beneath Mama’s hawk-eyed gaze?”
Tyghe’s charming laugh made Callie smile, as did the look of revelation on Veronica’s face. “She’ll have to go?”
Tyghe slid his hand along Callie’s ass, making her jump. Tucker’s fingers twitched on her back, letting her know he knew what his brother had done. If he felt the same kind of electricity she did whenever the two of them touched her, she wasn’t surprised. It was impossible to miss.
His answer to Veronica was clipped. “Yes. It’s the law. You can tell her I said so if you’re nervous about her reaction.”
“Are you kidding?” Veronica twirled, clapping her hands in almost childlike delight. “I’ve had my eye on this sexy Australian for hours. He’s a grower, just like me. Now I can finally approach him. After I tell Mom not to wait up.” She hugged Callie again. “You’re always lucky to run into. Enjoy your evening. I know I will.” With a wink and a giggle, she was gone.
“Our good deed for the night. Now we can be bad.” Tyghe’s whispered words in her ear warmed her blood.
Tucker pulled Callie close against his side, his narrowed gaze on his brother. “Harrison?”
“Safely making the rounds with our old friend Conway.” Tyghe glanced at Callie and explained, “Conway is a powerful Magian, and a true Abbott cousin. She is as safe as if she were with one of us. Safer, since Conway’s magic is shielding. The throng will only be able to come so close to baby sister without being pressed back by Con’s energy.”
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.
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.
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.
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