Tyghe studied her intently. “Your eyes are changing, Callie. Did you know that? They’re always the clear blue of a winter sky. But now…now they look darker, like the ocean. What those eyes are telling me is that a cold shower won’t work for you either.” He looked down at her blouse, and she could feel the hard tips of her nipples scrape against the raw silk in reaction. “I’ll release you, Callie, but I warn you. If you send me away again, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
With those words Callie felt her hands stretch open, her body freed from Tyghe’s powerful hold. She wobbled and sent him a rueful expression. “You know in all these years I never knew what you were capable of. I’m glad. It probably would have given me nightmares.”
“I can’t tell you how many times you tempted me to use it, brat. But nightmares aren’t what I want to give you. Never have been. I think you know it. All you have to do is say yes.”
His words started the drumbeat in her veins again. It was crazy. It was the magic. When it was over how would she be able to be a part of this family? To act like nothing had changed? But he was right, some part of her had always known that beneath all the friction between she and Tyghe there was something different. Something that made them circle each other like wary animals. Denying it now was impossible. Even thinking about the horrifying prospect of what came after couldn’t stop what was inside her. It was an instinctual need, something deep within her crying out for him. How could she do anything other than give in?
“Yes, Tyghe.”
He reached out to trace the collar of her blouse with his fingers, silver energy flickering on the rough pads and making Callie shudder. “Yes to what, baby? Anything? Because I can think of all sorts of things I’d love to do to you. Throwing you over my lap and spanking that tight little ass until it turns pink for leaving me wanting for so long comes to mind. Making you crazy again and again, not allowing you to come until you’re begging for it also has its appeal. Would you beg me, little girl? Beg for me to fuck you? To make you come?”
“Kiss my ass, Abbott.” She turned away, angry with him for using her need against her. He wanted her to beg? Why? So he could laugh at her? She wouldn’t be able to take that kind of humiliation. Not from him. Not now.
Callie felt him move behind her, and then she was on her knees on the floor beside the bed, Tyghe’s body burning her through her clothes. “Is that an order, Callie? Are you compelling me? Because you know I’ll have to obey. I wouldn’t mind, I do love your ass.” She struggled halfheartedly in his grip, and he laughed. “Yes, I’d love to spank it. I’d love to kiss it…lick it.” He leaned close to her ear, whispering, “And someday soon, I’m going to fuck it.”
A purely feminine thrill, fear mixed with excitement and curiosity ran through Callie’s limbs in a shivering rush. He felt it and groaned. “Damn it, Callie. Don’t tempt me. I need you too much to be patient.”
His actions matched his words as she felt him shift behind her, shredding her shirt from her back. His mumbled, “I’ll buy you a new one.” was followed by the sound of a button rolling across the floor as he ripped open her pants and tugged them down over her hips.
She loved it. The wildness. Their energies played off each other, growing more heated, more intense with every touch. She wanted him inside her. Wanted to be claimed. She felt primitive. A lioness craving her mate. She leaned forward on her elbows, her back arching to lift her bare ass high against him.
“Fuck, Callie.” She could feel him fumbling with his own jeans, popping open the buttons with a swiftness that made her ache for him. Now.
“Please.”
Tyghe leaned over her again, bare skin to bare skin. His thighs spread hers farther apart. The first slide of his cock against her sex had both of them gasping like they’d been touched with a live wire.
She moaned. “What is that?”
He knew she wasn’t talking about his erection, but the unusual electric sensations that occurred between them with each touch, each caress. “It’s you, Callie. I knew it would be. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, but it’s you.”
She cried out in pleasured surprise at his first thrust. He closed his teeth around her shoulder, shouting against her flesh as her muscles tightened around him, instinctively reacting to the stretch. He was big. Hard. He pushed through her resistance until his hips were pressed against her ass, his front against her back. On her and in her. Owning her.
Callie pressed her forehead against the floor, rocking her hips when he didn’t immediately begin the rhythm her body was desperate for. She didn’t care that she was half undressed, her pants around her knees. Didn’t care if anyone saw them. She needed to feel it again. Knew this climax would rival the last.
He moaned. He slid one hand between her legs where they were joined, the other slipping beneath her bra to cup her breast. “I’ve imagined this so many times. Fought with myself to stay away from you.” He angled his hips, going deeper, and they both groaned. “Human or not, I knew I’d never be able to let you go once I got inside you. But it wasn’t me you wanted back then was it?” He squeezed her nipple hard between his fingers, and she arched against him, crying out. She knew he was talking about Tucker. She shook her head, not wanting to hear his words, not wanting to be pulled from the moment, but this time he was the one in control. “He never did this, did he? As much as you wanted him to. Never slipped his cock between these luscious thighs. Never touched you outside of your dreams.”
Callie made a frustrated sound deep in her throat. Her body was burning with need for him, but his pillow-talk was pissing her off. “Don’t think you can match up to big brother, Tyghe? Wanna hear about all the times I touched myself in my bed at night, wishing it was him? We could always stop and talk about it.”
If he stopped now she’d kill him.
“I’m a masochist, didn’t you know?” He chuckled darkly. She pushed her hips back in hard, angry passion, and he groaned, panting against her hair. “Bad girl. You want me to lose my control, don’t you?”
She lifted her head and turned until their gazes clashed. His face was tight with restraint, his eyes dark with need. “Yeah, Tyghe, I really do. Don’t hold back. Stop talking and fuck me.” She felt the burst of energy flow from her to him, knew her need had done it again, sent a compulsion to him. She gasped as his eyes narrowed. “That’s not a command, damn it. Just a suggestion.” She didn’t want to force him. Didn’t want this strange magic within her to be the reason he took her.
Tyghe smiled. “Too late. No holding back.” His chest lifted, hands sliding from her clit to her hip, from her breast to her shoulder. “You asked for it, Callie. You fucking asked for it.”
Callie’s spine arched as he began to power into her, his hips slamming against hers, jarring her to the bone. Yes. This was what she wanted. Needed. No pretences. No soft caresses. She wanted to be marked, taken so completely that she would never forget this feeling.
She was being thrown up into the heart of a hurricane, a tempest swirling around her as he changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting a part of her that made her cry out. “Tyghe.”
“Yes. My name, Callie.” His grip on her shoulder tightened, holding her still for his punishing pace. “I’m the one fucking you. The only one who can give you this.” The hand on her hip slid over her skin, thumb slipping between her cheeks to press against her ass. “And this.”
“Oh God.” She wanted it. She wanted his fingers, his cock everywhere, anywhere. She couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough. When his thumb pushed inside, his cock still filling her sex, she couldn’t hold back. She screamed.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you, Callie? You were made for this, made for me. Tell me you love it. That you want more. Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.”
“Yes. I love it. More.” She had become a wild thing, oblivious to anything but the sensations he was creating through her body. His thumb thrust inside her ass, short shallow thrusts that matched the movement of his coc
k inside her. A sudden image of another man joining Tyghe, of both of them inside her, taking her, threw her over the edge.
Violet energy exploding around them, mixed with the silver of Tyghe’s. Her body was on fire, pulsing with life, with light. She could feel how her climax was affecting him, knew he couldn’t wait to join her, to fill her with his come.
Suddenly he was there, shouting out his pleasure as he continued to pump inside her, his grip on her shoulder almost bruising her as he ground against her again and again. He bent down, and she turned her head, kissing him with all the passion inside her.
Tyghe tore his lips away, panting against her mouth. “Pull the energy back, Callie. You can do it. That’s right.” He groaned when she focused on what he said, focused on calming her energy. “You felt so good, my bad girl. You came so hard. I knew you’d be addictive. I was right. Now that I’ve been here, felt your tight, wet pussy around me… I’ll never get enough.”
Her heart jumped at his words, but she knew people said things in the moment that they didn’t always mean. She knew enough about his past with women that he wasn’t the kind of man who hung around. She needed that, more than fantastic, mind-blowing sex. She needed someone she could count on. Someone to trust.
He saw her expression change and gripped her chin with his fingers. “Don’t you dare.” He pressed his hips against her, and she could feel his cock, still hard inside her. “Don’t deny what this was. Don’t pretend that wasn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had. Or do I have to remind you again?”
“Am I interrupting something?”
Tyghe stiffened, his expression closing when he saw Callie blanch at the new voice in the room. “I’d like to say yes, but it appears as though Callie and I are done. For now. Although I think she would rather you’d knocked before you caught us in the act, so to speak.”
This was a nightmare. It had to be. Tucker Abbott was away on his yearly trip to commune with nature. He couldn’t really be standing in the doorway, watching as his brother slid out from between her thighs, leaving her half naked on all fours on the floor, the proof of their passion dripping down her thighs. There was no childhood humiliation she could think of that topped this. Child. She groaned and closed her eyes. At least she knew Magians didn’t reproduce unless they were married-matched-whatever. Something she was now incredibly grateful with Jenner for telling her. Not that it made this moment any less uncomfortable. Please let this be a dream.
Tyghe appeared beside her, shielding her body from view. “Come on now, there’s a good girl, I brought you one of your T-shirts.” He spoke over his shoulder to his brother as Callie, eyes misty and mind in chaos, allowed him to pull the shreds of her blouse from her body and slip a clean shirt over her head. “What brings you home, Tucker? You get lonely in the woods all by yourself? That’s what you get for preferring trees and rocks to soft beds and pretty women.”
He slid the washcloth between her legs with swift efficient movements, the passionate lover from moments before seemingly gone. She should slap his hand away, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Tucker had seen her with Tyghe. All the years she’d dreamed of she and Tucker being together like this. Well, not like this. In fact, this scenario had never crossed her mind.
He would never want her now.
What a perverted woman she was for even thinking about it so soon after having the best sex of her life with his brother.
“Now I have to kill you.” Tucker’s voice was low and dangerous, but his words didn’t register to her until Tyghe was yanked roughly away from her and thrown against the wall.
Chapter Four
“Son of a bitch.” Tyghe swore as plaster flew around his shoulders from the force of the blow. Callie watched as a stone-faced Tucker reached for him again, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Tyghe, who could have frozen Tucker in his tracks, instead lowered his head and plowed into his brother’s chest, sending them both careening onto the floor beside her.
She leapt to her feet, nearly tripping over her pants in the process. She tugged them up swiftly, her attention never leaving the two struggling men. She had to do something. This was more than the playful sparring she’d seen between the brothers in the past. It seemed as though they were really trying to hurt each other. “Stop fighting. Both of you. Now.” She tried to focus as she said the words. Tried to use her magic.
They stopped, though neither of them looked too happy about it. Especially not Tucker, who refused to look in her direction as he pulled himself up to a sitting position and cupped his jaw where Tyghe had punched him. “So it’s true.” He turned to Tyghe. “Is this Harrison’s doing?”
Tyghe tried to smile, but grimaced instead as he rose, rolling his shoulders. “Do you even have to ask?”
“I suppose not. Though I have to admit, I didn’t think even you would have the nerve to let a woman, a friend of our family, put herself in danger merely to get in her pants.”
Callie flinched at Tucker’s words, but Tyghe only laughed mockingly. “At least I take what I want instead of running away from it. You can hike all the mountains, take down all the criminals you like, you’re still the coward.”
Tucker leapt to his feet, his intent clear, and Callie reacted instinctively. She ran between them, a hand on each of their chests to hold them apart.
That’s when it happened.
The jolt she’d felt when Tyghe had first touched her, that same strange energy that had swelled between them when they’d been joined—but more. Callie’s mouth opened on a silent gasp as she lifted her chin to stare at Tucker in shock.
Where her hand covered his shirt sparks of light violet and deep purple swirled around her fingers. She met his blue-grey gaze, heated with anger, surprise and something else. Desire? She trembled. What was happening? It was similar to what had happened when she and Tyghe had touched…but more.
She remembered with vivid clarity a night, years ago, when she’d come to the Abbott house in need of solace. Her foster mother had been cruel, and Callie had felt lost, alone. She ran to the family she wished was hers, the family who didn’t treat her as though she were a stranger. When she realized none of the Abbott’s were home, she’d been so disappointed that she’d collapsed on the porch and wept as though her heart were shattering.
Tucker had found her. As soon as he’d realized she wasn’t physically injured, he’d lifted her into his lap and rocked her in his arms in silent comfort. She’d only been twelve years old, and he fifteen, but she was sure at that moment that she was in love with him. There’d been no sparks that she could see, but she had felt safe for the first time in her life. Warm. Loved.
She’d been devoted to him. But he’d made it clear by his actions through the years that he didn’t feel the same. He was always kind, but he never looked at her as though she were a woman. She’d never seen his eyes darken with passion for her.
There was passion there now.
She studied his face. A face she knew as well as her own. The strong jaw, the dimples so deep she could see them even when he wasn’t smiling. His full, sensual lips and blue-grey eyes. Eyes that were saying he wanted her. Needed her. He leaned closer, as though he might press his lips against hers, might finally kiss her after all these years of waiting. She tilted her head back.
Tyghe started chuckling again, a grating, sarcastic sound that broke the moment. He stepped away from Callie’s touch, and the energy between them ebbed. Callie curled her hand at the loss, stepping back and crossing her arms defensively.
Tyghe clapped his hands together and shook his head. “Priceless. Well, little girl, looks like I’m not the only one who can ring your magical bell, temporary though it may be. If only your hero had gotten here a little earlier, you wouldn’t have had to waste your time with second best.”
“Tyghe, wait—” But she could hear his footfalls as he headed down the stairs, followed quickly by the slamming of the front door. He was gone. “Damn it.”
“I’m sorry,
Callie.” She turned to face Tucker, standing stiff and uncomfortable beside her. “If I’d known he was in here…”
She sighed. “I know. You don’t have to tell me. You wouldn’t have come in.”
He met her gaze. “That wasn’t what I was going to say. If I’d known, I would’ve been here sooner.” He studied the mass of tangles that had been her hair and smiled. “You’ve changed your hair. It’s shorter, and the color is a little different. I like it.”
He noticed her hair? Why did that make her heart beat faster? “I went to the salon with Harrison.”
At the mention of his sister’s name his smile faded. “I have to talk to her. I can’t believe Jenner didn’t stop her. The fact that she could do it at all is…I didn’t know she had this much power.” He strode toward the door, stopping at the opening without looking back at her. “Callie, I… I’ll talk to you later. Don’t worry. I’ll fix everything.”
When he was gone she fell backward onto the bed, her head spinning. Maybe having magic wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. She thought about what had happened since she’d woken from Harrison’s spell and realized she was actually smiling. Who was she trying to fool? She’d had more excitement in one day than the rest of her life combined. More passion and chaos and confusion, not to mention a magical facial.
And Tyghe.
She frowned. She couldn’t deny the strength of her desire for him. Couldn’t even deny that just the thought of him aroused her, made her thighs tingle with heat. Being with him only made her want him more. She’d go search him out right now but she knew he wasn’t in a welcoming mood. She wished he hadn’t left like that, but she couldn’t really blame him. She’d almost kissed Tucker, would have if he hadn’t interrupted, right in front of the man who’d just given her a mind blowing orgasm. Innocent, proper Callie was a hussy when it came to the Abbotts.
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