“Calm down, Callie. Nothing’s wrong. It’s me.”
Motherfuckingsonofabitch. Tyghe? She heard his voice behind her. How had he gotten in the room without her noticing? He’d done this? Immobilized her? She was going to kill him. As soon as she could move.
He circled her body until he was facing her, his grey eyes narrowing at her venomous glare. “Don’t look at me like that. I’d say we’re even now. You took my control away, now I’ve taken yours.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, the picture of frustration. “I won’t apologize. If you want sympathy find Lorie. Or Tucker. Your heroes would give you soft words and soothing smiles. But that’s not who I am.”
No it wasn’t. At the mention of her earlier actions, she felt herself calming down a little. He looked haggard, and a spark of compassion and renewed heat warmed her as she watched him. He was shirtless, the top button of his jeans undone, his hair damp as though he’d just come out of the shower.
He followed the movement of her eyes and grimaced. “Cold showers don’t work for Magians any better than I hear they work for humans. They’re just cold.” He stepped closer. “It didn’t make me stop wanting to fuck you, or take the scent of your honey from my fingers.”
She blinked. He pulled no punches with his words, but then, he never had. As simple as that, she wanted him again. The way she had only hours before. Insanely. Thoughtlessly. Wantonly. The energy inside her built, the hair rising on the back of her neck at the static charge.
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.”