Tyghe rubbed her shoulders and turned her back to his brother. Tucker, who’d been bent over removing his shoes and pants, stood. Callie licked her lips, her throat going dry at the sight of his bare body. Broad shoulders, a lean, muscled torso, abs she wanted to slide her tongue over—Tucker was a masterpiece. Perfectly made. And his cock…she swallowed. Hard and flushed and so big, she wondered if it would fit.
He went to lie down on the bed, never once taking his gaze from her body. Tyghe let go of her, and she turned toward him, watching as he quickly stripped off his pants as well. They’d gone after each other so quickly each time, she’d never had a chance to really study his body.
Leaner than Tucker, but just as chiseled, just as blessed in every way that counted. Could you ever have too much of a good thing? She sure as hell hoped not.
Tyghe smiled and tilted his head. “You gonna window shop all day? Or did you want to try something on?”
A surprised laugh bubbled in her throat. She was still laughing when he kissed her. There was no hesitation in his kiss. He took her mouth as though he had every right, his tongue tangling with hers while he walked her backwards toward the bed.
She felt the backs of her knees touch the soft coverlet, and then she was whirled around and lifted, her hands reaching out to balance herself and landing on Tucker’s rock-hard chest.
Tyghe was behind her, his arm around her waist as he guided her on the bed until she was straddling Tucker’s hips. “Isn’t she the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, Tuck? Who knew all these sweet, edible curves were hidden beneath those baggy sweatshirts she loves to wear?”
“I did.” Tucker wasn’t smiling, and Callie trembled at the rough need in his voice.
Tyghe’s lips rubbed against her shoulder, his hands smoothing over her hips as he mumbled. “Yeah. I did too.” He took a deep breath, kissing her one last time before leaning back on his heels.
Tucker lifted his hands to Callie’s hips, biting his lip at the arc of electricity that she could see flowing up his arms at the touch. “Are you ready, baby? I don’t think I can wait much longer.”
She nodded, lowering her hips until she could feel the wide head of his cock pressing insistently against her sex.
He growled. “You’re so wet, Callie. Hot. More.” His grip tightened, and Callie’s head fell back on a moan as he entered her slowly, inch by thick, delicious inch. She tried to press down harder, take more, but he held her fast. “No. I want to enjoy this. You don’t know how long I’ve…ahh, fuck, baby. So tight.”
Tyghe leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I know what he’s feeling right now, Callie. I haven’t been able to get your sweet pussy out of my dreams since I had you. Staying away from you this week nearly killed me. But the waiting is over. Take him, Callie. Take all of him, that’s right. Show him how much you want him.”
Tyghe’s words as Tucker filled her only added to the eroticism of the moment. Bright violet energy was already swirling up inside her, around her, and she knew there was more to come.
She rocked against Tucker slowly, sensually. He was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching her through his thick, dark lashes as she rode him. Tyghe’s hands were caressing her back, his low murmurs of approval guiding her as she quickened her pace, reveling in the feeling of Tucker beneath her, inside her.
Callie gasped in surprise when Tyghe’s hand slid around, his fingers massaging her clit as Tucker’s hips lifted off the bed, taking her deeper. “Oh God.”
Tyghe body was pressing against her back, his cock hard and blazing hot against the cheeks of her ass, his fingers massaging her. “That’s right, Callie. You want it don’t you? Want to feel both of us inside you. Both of us fucking you.”
Too many sensations. Too much. Callie cried out as she came. She could feel her energy reach out to lick at the male bodies surrounding her, heard their groans of pleasure. Tucker’s body jerked beneath her when her inner muscles squeezed him tight with the power of her climax.
“Perfect.” Tyghe’s rasping voice shook as he pushed her forward, until she was pressed breast to chest with Tucker, who instantly took her mouth with a hungry growl.
Tyghe was caressing her ass, spreading her cheeks, but she still jumped when she felt the cool liquid. His thumb rubbed it into her ass, massaging her intimately as Tucker’s cock pulsed inside her.
“I wish I could take my time. I have so many plans for this ass, Callie. So many wicked dreams of bending you over the kitchen table and fucking you with my tongue until you scream. Of sliding one of those plugs inside you and making you keep it in all day, knowing as you went to class or talked to your friends, you’d be spending the whole day thinking of me, ready for me to make you come.”
He did? She’d never known. She thought he’d hated her for so long. She moaned. So much for her Spidey sense.
Tyghe wasn’t done. “Tucker’s had his share of fantasies too. Fantasies some of the women we’ve been with didn’t take too kindly to. If he wasn’t an enforcer, an Abbott, he’d have been cursed for calling out one woman’s name while being taken by another.”
Her eyes popped open, and she pulled her lips from Tucker’s, meeting his storm-tossed gaze with her own. He’d called her name? Didn’t he know how she felt about him? How she’d always felt about him? Her brow furrowed, and his finger came up to smooth the crease. “Later, baby. Now, just breathe.”
The head of Tyghe’s cock pressed against her ass, pushing inside the tight ring of muscles until she felt a small pop, and he was in. “Fuck. Fuck.” She was shaking. Pleasure? Pain? She wasn’t sure. Tucker’s cock was inside her, her sex tightening around him as Tyghe slowly, but firmly thrust further inside her.
Tucker was kissing her cheek, her neck. “Breathe, baby. You can take us. You were born to take us. Born for this.”
She couldn’t. She wasn’t. But, oh God it felt good. Shocks of electric passion pulsed through her veins. Every small twist of Tucker’s hips brought him deeper, further inside her. She turned to look over her shoulder at Tyghe, immediately riveted by his passionate expression. His head was thrown back, his jaw flexing with restraint, eyes closed until he sensed her watching him. He stared at her with something akin to victory lighting his eyes. “Mine.” He thrust home, his hips flush against her, fully inside her, and looked over her head at his brother. “Ours.”
“Ours.” Tucker echoed, tugging her head back around to kiss her, as though he couldn’t help himself. He pulled away and grinned, his dimples deepening in his handsome face. Callie was hit by a wave of love so strong it almost blinded her.
And then they started to move.
Callie was caught between them, holding tight to Tucker as the two men began to thrust inside her. One retreating while the other advanced. In and out in a smooth, irresistible rhythm. Filling her. Claiming her.
She felt the power running through her, noticing as she bent her head that silver and deep purple arcs of energy were wrapping around her arms, her body—just as the violet light, the energy that only seemed to be growing stronger inside her, was wrapping around them. They were joining together, body and soul. It was more intimate than she’d ever imagined sex could be. It was making love.
The rhythm grew faster, more powerful. Tyghe was shafting her, his thrusts deep and long, harder and harder. Tucker was lowering her as he lifted his hips, pumping her against him, a low continuous growl of pleasure rumbling from his chest. She wanted it to go on forever. It couldn’t. Callie knew she was close again. Already so close to coming. She wanted them to come together, wanted to feel both of them lose control.
She tightened the muscles of her ass around Tyghe, pushing back hard against him. He shouted her name, and she smiled. Tucker saw the telling expression. “He’s right,” he whispered roughly. “You are a bad girl.”
She rocked against his hold, thrusting hard against him, making them both gasp. “I’ve never been bad before. You must bring it out in me.”
His eyes narrowed, a
nd Callie knew she’d won. Their moans mingled in the private room as they began to move against each other with a wildness that had nothing to do with technique, and everything to do with the goal. The bed shook with the power of their thrusts, and Callie felt the power spiking between them.
“Callie, baby, I need—I can’t—”
“Fuck, I’m coming.”
“Yes.”
They came together in a firestorm of light and color. Callie felt as though she were torn apart and put together again in the space of a heartbeat. Reborn. Alive. Tucker called her name, saying it over and over, like a touchstone, a mantra as he climaxed inside her. Tyghe bit her shoulder, hard, his hips pumping furiously against her, filling her with his release.
They collapsed beside each other on the bed, all of them groaning as their bodies separated. Bodies that were, even now, glowing brightly with their magic. And then something strange happened.
A phone rang.
Callie sat up instinctually, a small part of her brain screaming, praying this wasn’t a dream. That she wouldn’t wake to a phone call from Harrison in her own room, with no magic, no Tucker or Tyghe.
“I’m pretty sure none of us have a phone fetish.” Tyghe’s sardonic comment drew a chuckle from Callie, but Tucker tensed beside her.
“It’s probably for me. My superiors will want to move this along, catch our criminal while we have an opening. I should get it.”
Tyghe sighed, leaping from the bed to cross the room to where the phone had appeared. “I’ve got this, Tuck. I’ll just tell your boss that it’s rude to interrupt our afterglow just because there’s a psycho on the loose.”
Callie shivered. She’d forgotten the reason they were doing this. Forgotten for a moment that the magic whipping around her was an illusion. All of it was.
“What are you thinking?” Tucker’s voice was low, intimate. She didn’t want to ruin this moment with reality. She wished she had the power to stop time. She would freeze this moment, this feeling of satisfaction and love. She would stay with them forever.
“Thinking that you two really know what you’re doing. I’m surprised women aren’t following you around like lovesick puppies begging for a bone.”
Tucker lifted up on his elbow to face her, his expression sober, intense. “It’s never been like that, Callie. I’ve never felt—” He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair as he searched for the right words. “They weren’t you. I never forgot that, hard as I tried.”
Her eyes blurred. “You don’t have to say things like that, Tucker. I know why we’re here. I know that when this is done I’ll go back to being human, while you and Tucker will eventually have to find a Triune of your own.”
“Callie, you don’t understand. What I’m trying to say, rather badly, is that I—”
“Wow, they are a grumpy bunch. Now I know why I decided to get my degree in lazy playboy instead of law enforcement. They want to wrap this thing up. We have to go. Now.”
Tucker blew out a frustrated breath, but Callie leapt from the bed, reaching for her dress. “Let’s go get this jackass before my special afterglow wears off. I wouldn’t want this all to be for nothing.”
Tyghe’s hiss of reaction and Tucker’s silence filled her with guilt. She couldn’t help it. Her heart felt like it was crushing in her chest. She ran into the bathroom to clean herself off, angrily wiping the tears from her cheeks before throwing her dress back on. It instantly turned black. Great. Hopefully it didn’t mean she was going to her own funeral.
Chapter Seven
“Okay, that deejay thing was humiliating. I just love it when hundreds of people are staring at you as someone with a microphone announces you’ve just had sex.” She was trying to fill the silence. Neither man was looking at her, talking to her. She deserved it, she knew. But still. They were a team for the moment. “So do you think he’ll try to catch us before we get to the Proxenos? Try to separate me from the two of you? Anybody want to clue me in on the rest of the plan? Seeing as I’m bait and all?”
Tucker sighed, turning to face her in the quiet, empty hallway they’d been directed to. “We have to follow this through, as though we don’t know any better. At least I know now why it’s been so hard for anyone to see the victims’ last actions before the attack. This hallway has a powerful blocking enchantment. Can you feel it, Tyghe?”
His brother nodded. “Kind of unusual for a simple Triune judging, I’m thinking. Someone around here doesn’t want anyone to know what’s going on.”
“This way, all of you.” A man in a long green robe bowed his head, turning to guide them further down the seemingly endless red hallway. “Congratulations on your matching. I haven’t seen such a strong glow for years. A sure sign of a true and joyous match.”
Callie grimaced behind him. Sure sign, huh? They must say that to every trio, because she knew better. Knew it was fake. Tucker reached back to take her hand and squeeze, and she felt herself softening. He was a good man, reassuring her even after she’d been so rude. He was going to make some Magian female really happy someday. Callie would try not to hate her too vehemently.
“Here we are. Each of you are to go into one of these three doors. The Proxenos will question you separately, and then you will be questioned together before they can sanction your union officially. Good luck.”
The man disappeared as quickly as he’d come, and Tyghe raised his brow. “This is new. Separate questions? Tuck, I don’t know about you, but this feels wrong.”
Tucker nodded, and Callie silently agreed. Her senses were tingling, the tickling along her spine going crazy. Something was off. Something was a lie. She could feel it. But they had to do it. They were here for the truth, and they had to get it. She reached for her doorknob. “In for a penny…” She looked at her two men and smiled brightly. “Wish me luck.”
It looked like an ordinary office. A judge’s chamber. There was even a set of golden scales sitting on the long oak desk in front of her. But she didn’t see anyone inside. She looked around, noticing the strange scrollwork and symbols painted along the top of the wall, the glass case filled with an unusual collection of small figurines, all of blonde females, their little faces contorted in various degrees of agony. “Lovely.”
“You like my collection? I have a fondness for the artist. He knows what I like. You must be the Abbotts’s match. Callie, is it?”
Callie whirled around in surprise. An elegant, elderly woman was sitting behind the desk, as if she’d been there from the very beginning. She wore a feminine business suit, and her hair was perfectly coiffed. She’d imagined a dark cloaked figure, someone ominous, but this woman didn’t look as though she’d hurt a fly.
Still, the tickle up her spine was going crazy. “Yes, I’m Callie.”
“What makes you think you are good enough for two Abbotts, Callie? They are the most prestigious family in North America. Their lineage is made up of powerful Magians dating back since the discovery of the continent.”
Callie hesitated, and the woman shook her head. “That was unfair of me. Especially since I can see for myself that you are powerful in your own right. Your energy is strong. Was your mother as powerful as you?”
Callie shrugged, feeling she was safe enough to tell the truth. “My mother died when I was just a baby. I don’t know that much about her.”
The older woman’s eyes narrowed. “What is your compelling power? Show me. Try to use it. Now.”
Okay, this was more like it. The woman was pushing all her warning buttons. Still, she had to see this thing through. She reached inside herself, focusing her energy. “Stand up.”
The woman shifted in her seat, her hands curling on the top of the desk as she resisted the order. “Good. Again. With all your might.”
“Stand up.” She was really trying, but apart from a moment of hesitation, a moment when the woman frowned as she again looked as though she might stand up, it didn’t work.
She smiled at Callie. It wasn’t a pretty smil
e. “Don’t feel bad. I’ve spent a lot of time on this room. It is full of charms to counter compelling magic. You can never be too careful, now can you?”
This woman did not like her. Or compelling magic. “I suppose not. Is that all, ma’am?”
The woman stood and walked closer to Callie, studying her features with hawk-like intensity. “You look familiar. Don’t lie and tell me you are a distant Abbott cousin. I know every family in existence. You look very similar to a line that died out nearly twenty six years ago.”
She was twenty-six. A shiver of foreboding ran through her limbs. “Oh?”
A nod and smirk was her answer. “The Fairbanks family. The last of them, Euterpe, was the most beautiful of her generation. But like all the spoiled children of powerful families, she believed she could do whatever she wanted. Hurt whomever she wanted. She had compelling power as well. The power to make people want her, the power to make them want to die without her.” She took another step toward Callie, smiling politely, though her eyes were hard. “All the Fairbanks had the strangest tendency. They loved to name their female children after figures in Greek mythology. Especially the muses. Tell me, dear. Is Callie your true name? Or is it short for something else?”
Her mind reeling, Callie answered thoughtlessly. “Calliope. My name is Calliope.”
The woman gripped her wrist, hard, the strength surprising in one who looked so frail. “It’s you, isn’t it? There were glimmers of potential in the others, they were the right age, distantly connected to your lineage with traces of that evil power, but it is really you. Euterpe’s bastard daughter. The last of the Fairbanks’s line.”
She was the killer. There was no doubt in Callie’s mind. Now in some insane twist, she believed Callie was her true target. The child of a Magian. It was impossible. She knew it was. But she needed to play along. Needed answers. “I told you I never knew my mother. Even if I am the child of Euterpe, what could you want from me?”
“Oh you are her child, all right. You have no respect for authority either.” She dragged Callie closer to the desk, a pull she could not resist, despite her efforts. “When I first became Proxenos, it was an honor to my family. I had the wisdom to be the best, and everyone knew it. I could have no match of my own, but it was worth it. My family would benefit from my service.” The woman’s eyes glazed with memory. “Euterpe was my only failure. She loved two men from a questionable family. Two men who were not worthy to continue the Fairbanks line. To make matters worse, my brothers loved her. She had flirted with them at her first Triune, and they had sworn to me their magic reacted to her touch.” She shook Callie’s wrist, bruising it in her vehemence. “She was meant for them. But she fell for physical beauty over the magical law. My law. Came in here and demanded I give my approval, glowing from her recent whorish escapade.”
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