Wicked Bad (WIcked 3)(15)

Jacob’s gaze narrowed. “Been talking out of school again, have you, Ric?”

Ric raised an eyebrow. “Somebody needed to. If only to prepare our guest.”

Harrison snorted at the word guest, then shivered when Jacob’s dark eyes went black. “She’s been prepared. And we’ve waited long enough. I think it’s time she learned what it means to belong to us.”





Chapter Five

When she left the safety of her childhood home and the ever-protective circle of family and friends, she had no idea what she’d been letting herself in for. The last thing she imagined was this, being tied to the bed with an affectionate, and obviously charmed, length of rope while two determined Magians undressed her.

She tugged at her restraints, but they just caressed her fondly, ignoring her request for release. She looked up at Jacob as he unbuttoned her sundress, feeling a new jolt of electricity with every brush of his fingertips against her bare skin. She liked it a little too much for her peace of mind. “Forcing me, physically or with your powers, will only bring more shame to your family line. The Proxenos…everyone will know. I will know.”

Jacob shook his head with a sigh. “You enjoy insulting me, don’t you? A Siren’s call can bring pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever known. Perhaps someday soon I will show you. But I know what needs to happen for this match to be sanctioned. No magical coercion. Only passion. So much passion that you will beg us to fuck you. Beg us to make you ours completely. We won’t take you until you do.”

Harrison bit her lip and Ric came up beside Jacob, that charmingly wicked smile once more lifting his lips. “I don’t know whose being tortured more. You or Jacob. He hates to wait, you know. Princes usually do. Be a good girl and give in quickly. You know you’ll enjoy it. I always do.”

Jacob’s hands left her body so swiftly she only saw a blur as he turned. He gripped Ric’s hips and yanked him by the belt loops until their hips were pressed together. Ric gasped, his smile slipping as need sparked in his hazel gaze.

Harrison watched as Jacob claimed Ric’s lips with his own. Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs, her body heating in the space of a jagged breath. Was it strange for her to be so affected by the sight of these two men together?

No. They were hers.

Now, where had that thought come from?

Ric’s long fingers reached behind Jacob and cupped the tight cheeks of his ass, pulling him closer, squeezing rhythmically. Jacob groaned and Harrison swallowed hard, watching their energy grow around them, wondering if they planned to truly torture her, to keep her bound while they took their satisfaction with each other.

Jacob pulled back, breathless. “It’s more intense now that she’s here, isn’t it? You feel more.”

Ric nodded, dazed. “I didn’t think it was possible, but yes.”

Jacob thrust his hips against Ric’s one last time before pulling away. “And when we are complete, when we are inside her…it will only increase. Now take off your clothes, Ricardo. Show her what she’s missing by resisting.”

Harrison had seen Ric naked before, when he’d shifted this morning, and parts of him that night on the stairs. But it seemed new, special. He kept his gaze on her face, his own flushed from Jacob’s kiss. His lips were so full, his almond-shaped hazel eyes lit with need.

She studied him carefully, her thighs tightening with each new patch of skin revealed. She saw some scars. Scars he hadn’t, or couldn’t have removed by magic. They only made him more appealing. He wasn’t as tall or broad shouldered as Jacob, but he more than made up for it in other areas.

Ric chuckled at the direction of her gaze, and she blushed. He came closer, his grip tight around his long, thick cock. “You like what you see? I’ve been thinking about you dropping to your knees and taking me in your mouth since I saw you in the shower.” He spoke over his shoulder at the disrobing Jacob. “She was in there with one of your younger sister’s more inventive spells. But it might be broken. Didn’t even take the edge off, poor thing.”

Harrison tore her gaze away from his erection and looked up to glare at Ric, but her attention was snared by Jacob. He spoke slowly, his tone dangerous to her heightened senses. “Did it fuck you?”

She wanted to tell him it had, make him jealous, but she found herself shaking her head no. Later she could blame it on her shock at seeing a naked god close up. He was too perfectly chiseled, too stunning to be real. He towered over her, his massive thighs pressed against the edge of the bed, close to her pillow. His hips were narrow and lean, and dark blond hair curled like crushed velvet around his thick erection. It was so close. All she had to do was lean over, stretch her neck, and she could taste him.