Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) (12 page)

“Please, Cash, tell me what you want me to do. Let me please
you.” Her words came out husky and raw with need, spurring him into action.

He grabbed her shoulders once again, hauling her against
him. “Be sure about this, Selene.” His voice dropped to a commanding whisper.
“There's no turning back.” Oh, he knew if she wanted him to stop in the middle
he would certainly do the right thing, but it might kill him to do so. Already
her acquiescing to his initial demand had his cock bumping against his zipper,
throbbing to get inside her.

The soft, eager look on her face as she looked up at him had
him yearning for his toy bag. The sudden image of sliding a ball gag between
her lush lips, fastening it behind her neck, clouded his vision, a sudden wave
of overpowering heat seared through him.

“Touch me, Selene. I want to feel your hands on me.” He
grabbed her hands and placed them at his waist above the waistband of his
jeans. The warmth of her skin seeped through to him. As her hands traveled
across his bare stomach to his jeans-covered cock, she sank slowly to her knees
in front of him. His mouth went dry at the sight and feel of her there. He had
to lick his lips, trying to focus on staying in control.

The steady tick of his zipper lowering filled the room. He
held his breath until her hands reached inside his boxer briefs and pushed the
thin fabric below his balls, exposing the true depth of his need. He moaned as
he sprang free and she caught him between her hands, stroking up and down his
engorged and aching shaft. When the soft, padded tips of her fingers caught
underneath the crest his body jerked and pre-come flowed from his slit.

“Has anyone ever told you how much air is attracted to
fire?” he gasped, barely able to choke out the words when her mouth covered the
head of his cock.

“Mmm.” Her moan vibrated along his sensitive skin,
sensations jerking through his body. No way he was going to be able to take
much more of this. Her mouth heated, the increasing temperature warming his
near to bursting cock. Her tongue stroked along the underside as she took him
deeper.

“That's it, baby, suck it.” His head fell back, getting into
the suction and rhythm of her mouth, the pressure building in his heavy balls.

Selene looked up into his darkened eyes. The murky amber now
looked nearly black. His magick sizzled across his skin straight into her body.
She felt the surge of it mingled with his lust and the orgasm that built within
him. It spurred her on. She ran her tongue from base to tip swirling along the
vein just under the head. His hands tightened on her scalp, holding her in
place while his hips pumped harder, it didn’t take rocket science to know he
was about to come. Her body tightened and shivered with want. The want of his orgasm
surged through her.

Just when his groans and thrusts would deliver his pleasure,
he pulled her off his dick. Losing balance, she fell back on her ass before he
caught her around the waist. Before she could gather her wits and utter a word,
he grabbed her wrists together as he pulled her from the floor and against his
body. The soft hair of his chest rubbed against her nipples, wrenching a gasp
from her throat. Her pussy creamed, coating her slit, readying her for him.

He pushed her back against the wall, holding her wrists
above her head. Looking at him, she noticed a cotton tie in his hands, the kind
used to hold back drapery, moments before he used it to bind her wrists
together and then attach it to a rod being used to display a tapestry above her
head.

“Clever, Cash, now what?”

A low growl sounded from his throat. “Whatever I want.” His
finger traced a path down her cheek and jaw, continuing along her throat and
shoulder before pausing at the swell of her breast. He teased around the
outside edges of her curves and only laughed when she tried to thrust her
breast into his hand. “Don't be a bad girl, Selene, I'd be all too happy to
take you over my knee.” Her pussy clenched. “Have you ever been spanked like
that? Spanked until your ass burned like fire, and your pussy dripped with
need?”

“No.” The word was barely a whisper as her desire raged out
of control.

In the blink of an eye, he grasped the waistband of her
pants, pulled them down her legs and off her bare feet, throwing them across
the room. Both hands grasped her ankles. “Spread your legs for me.”

She did as he said, widening her legs. There was certainly
something about his tone of voice that made her want to obey. His thumbs grazed
the insides of her legs all the way to her sex. He
 
reached for her pussy lips and used his thumbs to spread
them apart, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I can smell you. The rich scent of your lust. Goddess,
Selene, you're killing me.” He dragged his thumbs across her slit before
pushing them into her entrance. She bucked her hips against his hands,
whimpering, pulling against her bindings, with her head falling back against
the wall. The feeling of helplessness drove her wild with even more pleasure.

“So wet. Mmm. So ready.” He let his hands fall from her sex,
grabbed her thighs and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

One second she hooked her feet behind his ass and the next
he impaled her, his cock stretching and pushing to it’s full depth. Her breath
caught in her throat at the sudden fullness and pleasure shooting through her.
She sensed his control being broken as he thrust into her over and over again.
She watched the muscles of his arms and chest flexing with each plunge as
sensation after sensation built in her, pushing her to the edge.

“Oh, God, Cash!”

He pumped harder, pushing her tight against the wall, his
hips banging into her. They both spiraled out of control as he quickened his
pace with short, hard thrusts.

“Come for me, Selene. Let me feel that tight pussy milking
me.”

She moaned at his request. Letting the sensations flow over
her—pushing her. Pushing her until she exploded in his arms. At the same
time his body stiffened against her as a deep moan sounded in his throat, his
pleasure pulling more from her than she thought possible. Wave after wave until
she thought it might not end. Fighting for breath, his body finally stilled,
with them both replete. His arms reached for her bindings, loosening the bonds
at her wrist and lowering her arms to his shoulder. She collapsed against him.
Her body warm and satisfied, a pain developed in her chest to replace the
sexual hunger she had satisfied.

How could a stranger she ran into on the highway end up with
such an effect on her? She couldn't do this. She closed her eyes against his
shoulder, drawing in his scent. She didn't want to think about it. Right now
she needed some sleep and planned to do so in the warmth of his arms. If there
was only one night together why waste it worrying about the future?

“Are you okay, Selene?” His voice rumbled in his chest,
flowing through her.

“Mmm hmm. Sleepy.”

He laughed. “Then let's get some rest. We have a long wait
ahead of us before we can leave here.”

She didn't really hear what he said. The slow, easy timbre
of his voice put her to sleep. When he lowered her to the couch her last
thoughts were only ones of warmth and safety. And the most delicious man she’d
ever encountered.

Selene awoke, warm and content. A smile played across her
lips as she opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep in Cash's arms and now found
herself cuddled in a warm blanket still laid out on the leather couch of his
living room. Her body heated all over again as she briefly thought of what
they'd been doing just a short while ago. He'd demonstrated just how dominant
he needed to be, and she had surprised herself with how much she’d been pleased
by it. She'd never thought of herself as the submissive type in the past, what
with her troubles of accepting any kind of authority, but with Cash she had not
only wanted to let him do as he wanted, but she’d loved every second of it.

Her head snapped up when a low voice sounded from the
bedroom. Was that Cash? Maybe the woman had finally woken up. She would need to
be interrogated. She threw off the blanket, shivering in the cool air, and searched
for her clothes. Jeans on the floor, shirt on the back of the chair, bra in the
corner, but where the hell were her panties? Not wanting to waste any more
time, she hurriedly dressed without them.

When she approached the door of the bedroom she heard Cash's
voice.

“I have a bit of a situation here, Denn.”

Who the hell is Denn?

“Coven witch got through the wards on the house in Boston,
came after me with a sleep spell.”

Selene poked her head just enough in the door to see Cash's
naked back. It was hard to concentrate on his conversation with all that
delicious male flesh begging to be stroked. Tearing her eyes away from his
skin, she finally noticed he held a cell phone to his ear. Her gaze flashed to
the bed and saw the witch still bound to the wall and unconscious. Her body
twitched and moved a few times. She would be awake soon. Selene ducked her head
back out the door and stood against the wall outside, listening.

“Yeah, made it out of the house okay and captured the witch
after nearly killing her.” He paused, probably to listen to what this Denn had
to say.

“It couldn't be helped. I had to use in order to live.
Couldn't save the house, though. It's gone. Burned down during the fight.”
Selene wished she could hear the reaction of whomever he spoke with. Were they
shocked?

"Yeah, the cops contacted Grae shortly after it
happened. I sent him a text message to let him know I was okay but didn't go
into the details with him yet.

“Hiding in the garage apartment, but I don't think I should
stay here for too long. I'm not one hundred percent positive who sent her here
or who they might send next.” This time when he paused she heard a loud voice
coming from the phone. She couldn't make out the words, but he sure was
yelling. “I know, you're probably right. What I don't know is why the hell he’s
so stirred up right now. First Grae and Rena and now me. What the fuck is he up
to?”

Thoughts swirled through Selene's mind as she got snatches
of images from Cash. Four boys being scolded by an older man. Their father? She
certainly picked up anger, but more than that an overwhelming sadness consumed
him.

"The witch will be awake soon and may need medical
attention. I need your help with her. You need to check her out. I hate to ask
you, but she doesn't deserve to die even if she does work for the likes of him.
Not like this.”

Startled by the sympathy and sadness in his voice, her heart
squeezed. There was so much more to the man than he allowed to show.

“There's another complication.” His voice hesitated as if
unsure what to say.

“An innocent. Well, sort of, anyway. I found her by
accident. Denn, she has certain, uhm, abilities. In the same way as Rena.”

Who the hell is Rena, she wondered. When he got off the
phone she had a lot of questions for him.

“No, it's too late. The change has already started.
Seriously, don’t get your hopes up like tht, you’ll only end up disappointed.
Just come and get her, I’ll take care of the other. Please do this for me.” His
voice broke.

What the hell? Who
would he call to come and get me? And why?
The taste of bitter betrayal
welled inside her. Her face heated as she fought against the sheen of tears
forming.
Stop that, Selene. Fool.

She backed quickly away from the door when she heard Cash
hang up his cell. Sitting down on one of the chairs, she struggled with her
unwelcome emotions towards a man who had just asked someone to come and take
her away from him. When he walked into the room she wanted to look at him, to
yell at him, to demand answers. Instead she willed her body to go cold. Emotionless.
Burying everything she felt as deep as she could until she could come up with a
plan to leave.

“You're awake.” He sounded surprised.

“Yes.” Her voice flat, she couldn't even look at him.

“I just checked on the girl and she’s still out but moving
around a lot. I suspect she’ll be awake soon.”

“Is she in pain?”

“Probably, but I'm not sure. I've contacted one of my
brothers to come and take a look at her.”

“Is he a doctor?”

“Uh—not exactly. He’s what we call a healer. His
magick is of the earth and he has a unique way with the elements that is
extraordinary. Not exactly something that would be embraced by the medical
community.”

“Oh, my God. Dennison Scott. Of course.” She stood and
walked across the room, processing the information of who he'd been on the
phone with.

“Yes, how did you know?”

She turned to look at him. “You don't want to know.” How
could she tell him that her last mission, the one that she'd run out on before
she could leave for it, was the assassination of his brother? Then again, how
could she not? They needed to know because if it wasn't her who completed the
assignment, someone else would. She slumped against the wall, her head falling
back against it.

“What's going on? What are you not telling me?”

“Something is terribly wrong here, Cash. Too many
coincidences. I don’t believe this.”

“Selene, you aren't making any sense yet. Tell me what the
hell is going on.” He strode over to her, placing his hands on the wall on both
sides of her head, pinning her in.

“How did you find me, Cash? Just happened to be passing me
on the highway? Where were you headed? Where were you coming from?” Her voice
rose, all too aware that her emotions were heating. She slipped underneath his
arms and around his massive frame. She had to distance herself. Figure out the
why and what of the problem. It was there, she knew it was, she just needed to
find it.