She licked her lips, and he growled. “I forgot about that. I’ll have that charm unraveled before the night is out. If you need any easing, we will be the ones to do it from now on. Tell me you understand, Harrison.”
“Mmm hmm.” It was growing larger before her eyes. Everything about him was so large. Large and lickable. She really needed to get a hold of herself. Needed to remember that she was supposed to be resisting, insuring that they couldn’t officially claim her and trap her for the rest of her life. “Don’t you think you could untie me? Where am I going to go? We’re in the middle of the jungle, and you’ve already bound my powers.”
Jacob lifted one golden eyebrow, drawing her attention to his too serious expression. The one she’d love to change to laughter. Why did he never smile? He smirked. “Nice try. I won’t make the mistake of underestimating you a second time. Not after you disappeared for three months, hiding in plain sight with humans. Without using your magic once. You are an incredibly resourceful, incredibly stubborn woman.”
“Besides—” Ric flopped on his side beside her, causing the bed to bounce slightly, “—tying you up isn’t really about you escaping, is it? Jacob finds the sight of you, bare on the bed, open and vulnerable to him, arousing. Don’t you, babe?”
He ran one long, lean finger over her hipbone, making her shiver. “He likes to spank too. And leave you moaning in submission for hours with a vibrator buried deep inside you, driving you insane while he reads the paper. A bit of a control freak, our prince.”
Jacob tilted his head, hands on his hips. “You love it.”
Ric kissed her shoulder and she could feel his smile. “I admit it. But I love paying you back even more. And I have a feeling I’ll have a partner in crime now, won’t I, princess?”
Harrison didn’t have a chance to respond. She was too busy being kissed by the flirtatious Ricardo. He was a good kisser. His lips were soft and warm. Delicious.
The bed dipped again, she felt the blazing heat of Jacob’s thighs as he settled in between hers. She groaned. She was so weak. The last thing she was thinking of was pulling away. Of rejecting them. She’d been sure she was stronger than this.
Ric lifted his mouth from hers and she followed his gaze down her body. Toward Jacob. Her skin felt super charged, her magic roiling beneath the surface. Red and gold twined with blue, swirling together like dancing light around their bodies.
And Jacob. His eyes were closed, skin pulled taut over his cheekbones and his jaw clenched tight. She could sense him, knew he was desperate to regain some semblance of control in order to get what he wanted. Namely her, begging him for release.
She heard Ric chuckle softly in her ear. “He doesn’t trust himself to taste you. He’s scared he’ll make himself into a liar by taking you before you offer. That’s a shame. Ah well, more for me.”
He bent his head and opened his mouth around one achingly sensitive nipple. Harrison cried out, and the sound drew Jacob’s laser like gaze. Starbursts of gold sparked in the bottomless blackness of his eyes.
She couldn’t help herself. Despite her determination to resist him, she found that she wanted to see if she could rattle his cage. Shake his control. Were these Ric’s emotions or hers? It didn’t matter. She wanted him to touch her. She pulled against the infernal ropes again. Still nothing but a soft caress and a nearly imperceptible tightening.
Jacob held her gaze from his position between her thighs, his nostrils flaring as though he caught the scent of her increasing arousal. Ric’s mouth softened on her breast, his body alert, waiting.
She lifted one eyebrow, taunting him. “Scared, Jacob?” She looked down at the daunting length of his erection, full and flushed and so close to where she wanted it to be she almost groaned aloud. “Afraid the big, powerful siren’ll be felled by a skinny, pampered, admittedly gorgeous—”
He squeezed her knees, stopping her mid sentence. “I believe I’ve just been challenged.”
Ric lifted his mouth from her breast and moaned. “You’ve done it, princess. The one thing a Gryffin has never been able to turn down is a challenge. There’s no escaping him now.”
Harrison swallowed around the knot in her throat. If Jacob had looked intimidating before, now he was down right lethal. He slid his palms beneath her thighs, spreading her legs further apart, draping one over Ric’s lean hip.
He didn’t speak, didn’t use his potent voice on her at all. He didn’t need to. His expression was every bit as effective as he studied the dark tuft of damp curls and what lay beneath. Despite the challenge he didn’t hurry, didn’t rush, just drove her crazy with the rough pads of his thumbs caressing her skin, his white teeth scraping across his lower lip.