Wicked Bad (WIcked 3)(25)

“He missed you. I know that. We both did.” He frowned, his eyes dimming for a moment. “We had to call in the law. Sara was stripped of her powers and sent to Magian healers. They were good people. Said they’d seen conditions much worse than hers. And once Jacob’s father was released, he sent the queen on holiday. Someplace too cold for anyone but her. I don’t think she’ll be back for a while. Her choice. It’s the only way the higher ups would agree to letting Leah participate in Triune when she comes of age.”

Harrison bit her lip, sitting down on the bed and looking over at Jacob. She thought Esther had gotten off easy, but she knew he must be hurting. “I’m so sorry about Sara. But I know several of the healers. She’ll be well loved there. She’ll get better.”

His eyes glittered and he turned his head, and Harrison’s heart broke a little. She stood up and took a deep, shaky breath. “Maybe this was a mistake. I thought if I could just get you here, tell you that I’d changed my mind…but you’re free now. You don’t have to be in a triad with an heiress. After what you’ve been through you don’t have to do anything.”

She waved her hand, releasing them from their bindings as she walked toward the door. She thought she’d have the stomach for this. That she could make them want her. But she didn’t want just sex. She didn’t want to manipulate them into something they might want with their bodies, but not their hearts. She wanted what Callie and her brothers had. And she wouldn’t settle for anything less.

“Stop.”

The deep baritone stopped her where she stood. Siren magic. She couldn’t take another step. Damn it, she bit the inside of her cheek, she wanted to escape before she started crying like a girl again. “Let me go, Jacob.”

She sensed him behind her, so close she could feel his heat through her jacket. “Did you say you changed your mind?”

He turned her around, but she closed her eyes before she could see the pity in his. Abbott heiress gets dumped. Gets what she deserves for running away in the first place.

“I definitely heard it, Jacob. She said she changed her mind. Women are inclined to do that, as you know. Fickle creatures.”

Harrison frowned and raised one eyelid, looking at the grinning Ric suspiciously. He gestured with his chin toward Jacob, and she grudgingly opened her other eye. And felt the room spin.

She’d thought he was stunning before. Glorious. But now? He was smiling. Beaming. And it was as if she’d seen the sun for the first time. He was happy? Because of her?

“Harrison Jennera Abbott, will you stay with us, love us and share the magic that is all you are with us, from now until the end?”

She spoke without thinking. “I don’t know, will you?”

Jacob threw back his head and laughed. “Stubborn woman. Don’t you know by now?”

Ric motioned with his hand and her jacket disappeared, leaving her in nothing but her heels. He licked his lips. “That’s okay. We’ll have more fun convincing you. You know how Jacob loves a challenge.”

She was on her back in bed before she could respond. And she was fighting back a smile. They wanted her. Not because of obligation or social politics. Not because she was the Abbott heiress. They wanted her. Harrison. Stubborn warts and all.

They knelt on either side of her, matching expressions of desire on their faces. Jacob bent down until she could feel his breath mingling with hers and looked into her eyes. “Scared, Harrison?”

“Only of you stopping.”

His response was all she could have asked for and more. He pressed his mouth to hers. She bit at his lips, grinning when he growled, taking her lower lip between his teeth. Their tongues tangled, a fierce passionate battle for supremacy that neither wanted to win.

Harrison gasped when another tongue traced a line up her inner thigh, lowering until it reached her sex. Gliding further until it was tracing the seam below, between the cheeks of her ass. Oh.

Yes.

Jacob grinned against her lips, lifting up enough to look into her eyes. “And he says I have a wicked tongue. I know. You be the judge.”

She bit her lip, her hand coming up to thread through his hair as he slid down her body until he joined Ric between her thighs. “Beautiful.” He sighed. “I’ve been tasting you on my tongue since you left. Remembering how sweet you taste. Like honey. I have to taste you again.”

Oh, she liked it when he spoke now. No longer holding himself back for fear of using his power. No longer stuffy. Just sexy as sin.

She clutched at Ric’s back with one hand, Jacob’s head with the other as both men feasted. She couldn’t stop her hips from rocking between their mouths. Couldn’t believe how much she was loving the feel of Ric’s tongue pushing against her—there. Or Jacob’s, thrusting wickedly inside her, drinking in her slick juices, moaning in expressive delight.