By the time he lowered his head Harrison was holding her breath, her body taut with anticipation. This would not be the same as her charmed shower experience. This would devastate her.
Ric, who’d gone back to his feather light caresses and kisses along her neck and breast and hip, sighed shakily. He had no problem with verbalizing his need. “I’d believed I had either done or imagined every sensual delight known to our kind. But watching him savor this, seeing your desire, has surpassed it all.”
He licked her earlobe, his words rough. “Sirens are renowned for their mouths, princess. What comes out of them, what they do with them. But the true secret, the true magic is in their wicked tongues.”
Jacob punctuated his lover’s words with a swirling brush of his tongue around the rim of her sex, and Harrison arched her hips with a cry. Their energies pulsed around them, heightening each touch, each sensation to such a degree that she wasn’t sure how she would stand more. Or how she would live without it.
“Please.”
Jacob’s head jerked up in surprise as though he hadn’t thought she’d succumb so quickly. “Please what, love? You have to say it. Anything you want.”
No. She couldn’t. Not that. But for some reason she knew she had to experience it just once more. Had to relive the magic she’d experienced the last time they’d found their pleasure together. “I want Ric to—to take you while you taste me.”
Ric growled beside her, biting her chin. “I knew I liked you.”
Jacob’s dark eyes had narrowed suspiciously, but not before she’d seen the flash of interest, of need. “That is truly what you want? All you want?”
Her chin dipped and she took a shallow breath, watching Ric roll off his side and onto his knees. “Let’s give her a front row seat, shall we?”
Jacob leaned over her and tapped the ropes. “Relax.”
Harrison felt her bindings slip away as though disappointed, disappearing under the bed. “Neat spell.”
He didn’t respond, grabbing her waist and sliding her around until she was lying sideways across the large mattress. Her feet dangled off the bed and her head lay right between his thickly muscled thighs.
Oh. Sweet. Heaven. Front row seat, indeed. She could see both of them. All of them. Every vein, every ridge. Everything. The mere idea of what they were about to do had her trembling.
“Bend over and give the lady what she’s asked for, babe. I’ll do the rest.”
Ric’s sassy tone had Jacob’s expression tightening. “Enjoy it while you can, babe. You’re good, but payback is my specialty.”
Harrison watched Ric’s cock jerk at the words, his sac tight and full against his body. She wanted to lick it. Lick both of them. They were driving her insane. She wanted to see them together. She wanted to feel Jacob’s mouth on her skin. She needed to come.
Her impatience must have reached them, because Jacob leaned over, placed his hands on either side of her hips and lowered his head. There was no waiting, no hesitant swipes this time. He stiffened his tongue and thrust deep, fucking her, making her think of something else she wanted deep inside her.
Through her blurring vision she saw Ric slathering his erection with something thick and wet, spreading the tight cheeks of Jacob’s ass with one hand. He was going too slow. Teasing. All of their needs were swirling inside her, driving her crazy.
“Do it, Ric.” Her demand was breathless. Her hand reached up between their legs and gripped Ric’s erection, stroking it and trying to guide him to where she wanted him to be.
Jacob lifted his mouth and she saw the flash of a raised palm. He brought it down with a not so gentle thwack between her legs, and she shrieked in surprise.
They stared at each other in silence for long moments. Jacob’s chest was rising and falling hard with each labored breath, and she knew his action had aroused him. Knew he wanted to do it again. He spanked her. There. The momentary sting was quickly replaced with a rush of blood, of desire. Her entire body was tingling with it.
“Don’t be a bad girl, Harrison.” Jacob’s voice was little more than a growl. “Unless you want to be spanked again.”
What if she did? Jacob and Ric moaned in unison, as though she’d spoken out loud.
“Do it, Jacob.” Harrison watched Ric’s cock disappear inside his lover as Jacob m
oaned. “She wants it as much as you want this.”
The ecstasy that transformed both of their expressions was intimate. So intimate that she felt for a moment she should look away. These two beautiful men rocked together in a dance as old as magic itself, their energies merging, their power combining. It was beautiful.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.” Jacob’s palm came down across her clit, making her scream and arch off the bed. When he did it a third time, she couldn’t stop her body from quaking with the first rush of climax.
Jacob gripped her hips and lifted them off the bed, her body curling as he pulled her sex back to his mouth. His need to taste her was so strong she could feel it, and she wanted him to. Desperately.
She reached up to grasp his legs, feeling Ric’s warm skin as he brushed against them in a hypnotic rhythm. Oh God, he was fucking Jacob. Filling him with his hard, hot shaft. She could feel that too. All of it. And it was turning her on just as much as Jacob’s mouth, just as much as it had on that stairwell. She loved it.