Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) (15 page)

He’s all mine
.

Cash wrenched free unable to stand another second without
touching her everywhere. He palmed both breasts, admiring the pale cream color
of her skin against his sun tanned hands. Perfect berry nipples stood hard and
proud, practically begging for his touch. Unwilling to disappoint, he lapped at
one then switched and gave equal attention to the other. Every graze of his
teeth against tender flesh elicited cries of delight from her that were nothing
short of music to his ears.

Working his way down her body, he dipped and swirled his
tongue through the shallow indentation of her belly button. He thought about
her beautiful feminine curves nearly every waking moment. Only waiting until
the next time he got her in bed. With her he apparently had a one track mind.
He jerked at the light scraping of nails along his back that only caused his
dick to swell further, reminding him that he was hard enough to drill wood.
Much more of this and all of his good intentions regarding a sweet seduction
would disappear. As much as he wanted to fuck her, the need to make love to him
rode him equally hard.

Whatever it took to bind her to him once and for all. Fuck
the family prophecy and those damned tarot cards. He knew how lucky he was that
she wanted him and now he only had to prove just how damned good together they
could be. Whatever the future brought he planned on spending as much time as
possible inside her, making sure she understood their reality.

Pushing her legs apart with his shoulders, he bent to the
sweet smelling pussy he craved. He slid his tongue between the slippery folds
of her sex, sampling the liquid desire awaiting him. Desperate for more, he
wrapped his hands around her thighs and licked her again and again. She
squirmed under the onslaught but he only held her tighter, making sure she
couldn’t move. When her pants turned to cries he lifted his head and smiled.

“This is exactly the kind of thing you can expect from this
relationship on a regular basis.”

“What? You torturing me? I might die if you leave me like
this.”

He lifted to his knees and moved forward until the head of
his sex nudged at her opening. “I’m not going to let that happen. If anyone’s
going to die around here it’s going to be from too much pleasure.”

“Care to prove that?” She lifted her hips moving him an inch
inside her.

“Fuck, yes.”

Selene turned and bit at his bicep. Little love bites of
pain that surged through him like an electrical current straight to the tip of
his dick. “Hurry, Cash,” she pleaded.

The urgency in her voice went straight to his head, where
thoughts of a future he never thought he’d have flooded his mind. She made his
insides go soft where everything else about him was strung so tight he wanted
to burst. Or fuck.

“I’ve thought of little else than us just like this since I
drove away from your brother’s house. I wasn’t sure how I would survive.”

Cash groaned at her admission while sinking deep inside her.
She was so wet and hot. He pressed his forehead to hers and held as still as he
could. Perspiration broke out across his body as he struggled to keep his cool
while his heart raced out of control. From the moment he’d woken up to find her
gone he’d nearly gone out of his mind with the need to find her. Now that he
had he wouldn’t be letting go.

“I love you how you feel inside me. Everything about your
cock drives me insane.”

Cash clenched his jaw. How the hell was he supposed to stay
in control when her words pushed him closer to the edge.

“You go so deep. Damn, that feels good.”

Her muscles tightened around him and Cash swore he saw stars
in his head. No man could remain sane in the face of her dirty mouth reminding
him how incredibly hot she was. Not to mention the snug grip of her pussy
teasing him mercilessly.

“I especially love it when you just fuck me. The friction
literally sets me on fire.”

Images of Selene against the wall of his house open and
eager as he pounded into her unraveled his control. Goddess he loved her…

He gripped her hips and withdrew, lingering only a second
before thrusting deep once again. Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect. He retreated then
pushed deep again. Friction sparked and Selene’s moans filled his ears. Yes.
Just like that. Now and forever.

“Tell me how much you want to come now.” He curved his hands
beneath her ass and lifted her hips for deeper penetration.

“Oh yes, Cash. Please. I’m desperate.”

He smiled a second before he dipped to a breast and latched
a nipple between his teeth. Her gasp at the pain only fueled his movements as
he continued his pounding strokes, reveling in the rasp of his flesh against
hers. Fucking incredible. That’s how she felt. Before he knew it his magick
stirred to life as the heat between them built. His brain short-circuited and
thoughts of anything beyond the tight glove of her pussy disappeared. Her
breathless pleas mumbled into his ear built him into a frenzy of need to please
her.

Moments later, her scream filled the room. She pulsed down
on him, milking him, robbing him of the last of his restraint. The pressure
along his spine to his balls tightened fiercely seconds before he exploded.
Astounding pleasure overwhelmed him as she bucked underneath him, thrashing
through the pulses of her release. He cried out and emptied himself inside her,
shocked at the intensity arcing between them. Somewhere along the way from an
angry ride down a lonely highway to now she’d changed him. Irrevocably.

***

Time passed in slow motion as Cash struggled to recover. His
body thrummed with magick that wasn’t burdened with darkness. He’d gathered
Selene in his arms and held her tight until her breathing had evened out in
sleep. No words could fully convey the gamut of emotions still playing out in
his head. They’d put a whirlwind to shame. He half expected that any minute now
something would give. The door would come crashing down, the pain in his head
would return, or some shit like that.

“You’re thinking too hard.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” Cash pinched her
behind and laughed when she yelped.

“I can practically hear the gears turning. If you’re so
worried about this why did you come?” She turned in his arms and faced him. Her
hair tumbled across her eyes and he swept the strands out of the way without
thought.

“I came because this is where I belong. But that doesn’t mean
I won’t worry. Especially about my brothers. I don’t think Denn and Noah have
any idea what their in for.”

“Are you insinuating I’m a handful?”

“And then some, darling.” He smacked a kiss across her lips.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not up to the challenge.”

“I think you’re going to make me crazy.” She caressed her
fingers across his cheek as a her expression softened. “I think I love crazy.”

His chest tightened. He had to be careful or he was going to
crack. “Good. Because I think the road’s going to get rougher with my brothers
in charge.”

Selene sat up and scrambled across his legs straddling him
with the heat of her pussy riding his dick. “So…You’re saying that your
brothers are in charge now?”

Cash grabbed Selene and pulled her forward, her breasts
pressed against his chest. “Not of you that’s for sure. That’s my job.”

Her breath hitched before she turned and placed her lips
against his ear. “Bring it on, Cowboy.”

Epilogue

Find your empathic mate. His brother's final thoughts had
plagued Denn since he left. Well, that and the witch he'd had to bind to his
home. Bringing Raven St. Claire to New Orleans had seemed like the only option
at the time. His brother had nearly killed her in self-defense, but they wanted
her to live. They needed answers, and right now she was their only lead. Their
best guess was that she had been hired by their uncle to locate and destroy
Cash. His stomach churned at the idea.

She was an anomaly, a blight on their kind. At least a
warlock made his intentions somewhat clear—a mercenary witch, or witch
for hire, seemed worse. A loose cannon ready to work for the highest bidder.

He wondered what happened in her life that would turn her
away from her faith in such an extreme manner. Was it simple greed? Or
something more? Did it even matter? Not right now. He and his brothers figured
that Uncle Scott would be looking for her, and it was only a matter of time
before that search led him to New Orleans and his doorstep.

He gave one last glance to the deceptively frail looking
woman asleep in his bed. One way or another, a fight was coming. He only hoped
Destiny didn't fuck it up.

***

The Reverend sat calmly behind his desk despite the storm
raging inside him. Where had things gone wrong? And how could he use them to
his advantage?

A knock at his study door interrupted his train of thought,
forcing him back to the here and now.

“Yes.”

“Sir, there is a woman here to see you.”

“And she is…”

“She refuses to give her name.”

Ahh, now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe she could shed some
light on the major fuck up of her witch. “Send her in.”

Seconds later a petite, black-cloaked figure walked into the
room. When she removed her hood a mass of red curls tumbled across her
shoulders. She leveled her sharp green cat eyes, making contact with him immediately.
“Reverend, it's good to see you again.”

“Is it?”

She blinked at his statement, fear briefly flashing in her
eyes before she tilted her chin and straightened her back in a defensive
posture. “Of course.” Her jaw clenched tighter.

“Good. Then tell me what you have come here to report.”

“It's about Raven, the witch sent for the one called Cash.”
Her gaze dropped contact for a brief second before leveling on him once again.
She might fear him, but she had guts, that was for sure.

His dick jerked in his pants, stirring to action. He stood
and walked around the front of his desk, taking slow punctuated strides,
watching for her reaction. The closer he stepped to her the more pronounced her
breathing became, until she finally turned her face away to hide.

“So far she has been unable to complete her mission. In
fact, it's been a couple of days since I’ve heard from her.”

“What else?” He knew she was holding out on him, they always
did. His fingers reached for her hair, tangling through the curls before grasping
a handful. She winced at his action as he tugged her head back, exposing her
neck to him. When he bent and stroked his tongue along the supple skin of her
neck, he felt the shiver that trembled down her body from either revulsion or
desire. He didn't care which one. “Tell me, Marissa, tell me what you came here
to say.”

“She's disappeared. I sent Raven after him, my very best
hunter, and she can be found by no one. We have been scrying for her for days
with not even a whisper of her presence.”

“Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” He reached with his free
hand to the front of her cloak and forced it apart to expose the naked skin
underneath. “Are you prepared to make the sacrifice?” He whispered the question
in her ear, watching for her reaction.

“What about Raven? You have to help me find her.”

He jerked her head back, forcing her gaze to his. “I don't
have to do anything for you, it is you who owes me now.”

She opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it
again.

“That's more like it. Besides, I already know where she is…”

He jerked his hand free from her hair and watched her
stumble backwards a few steps.

“Now, take off the cloak.”

Force of Magick

Book 3 of the Pentacles of Magick series

ELIZA GAYLE

Chapter One

Raven’s back bowed up and away from the bed as she fought
desperately against her restraints. Cries of anguish tore from her mouth as
Denn watched her helplessly. Night after night she’d suffered nightmares to the
point he had to restrain her for fear she might hurt herself. She should have
awakened by now. Physically her body was ready, but something—some mental
anguish, he would guess—kept her asleep.

“She’s at it again, huh?” Jake’s smooth voice at his ear
startled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, and I don’t know what more I can do for her. It’s
frustrating as hell.”

“You’ve done a lot already, as much as you can. I assume
even a witch as powerful as the great Dennison Scott has some limits that only
nature can resolve.”

Denn smiled at Jake’s words. The man had a way of knowing
exactly what he was thinking. “There’s something about her.”

“I can see that. You’ve been walking around here for days
trying to hide the hard-on in your pants every time you come from this room.”

“Don’t be crass, Jake. She’s been ill, and I’m doing all I
can to heal her. Besides, it’s not as if I’m going to forget she almost killed
my brother.”

Jake shrugged. “Yeah that’s true, but some things you can’t
control. You’ve learned that lesson by now.”

“Don’t go looking for something that isn’t there, Jake.”

“You’re just lying to yourself now. She fucking turns you on
and you know it.” The hard edge to his words surprised Denn.

“Not jealous, are you?”

“Fuck you,” Jake snarled.

“Anytime.”

“Look whose being crass now. Not to mention defensive. Exactly
how attracted to her are you?”

Denn sighed, letting his shoulders relax. He didn’t want to
think about Jake’s words and what they meant. His concern for the witch only
stemmed from the fact that her condition hadn’t improved by much. She
fluctuated day to day. Most days when he looked in on her, her color would be
improved and her body shifted restlessly as if she was trying to wake up, but
then by the time he got through with a physical exam she’d be still and pale,
looking worse than before he started. He didn’t get it. However, these
fluctuations were all good reasons to explain the amount of time he spent with
her on a day-to-day basis. Simple as that.

“I’m just concerned about her, Jake. She should be awake by
now. I’m not going to deny that being near her, touching her stirs something
inside me every time I touch her, but it’s not a big deal. I mean, look at her.
She’s a beautiful woman and I’m not completely immune to that fact.”

“Uh huh. Not a big deal. Gotcha.”

Denn gave the witch on the bed one last glance before
turning to look at Jake. They were about the same height, but the similarities
between them stopped there. Where he was dark haired with a fair complexion,
Jake had sun lightened brown hair and tanned skin. They both worked out in the
gym together nearly everyday, but Jake was a runner. He left the house each
morning at the crack of dawn for a long run alone through the French quarter.
Denn understood Jake’s need for solace. New Orleans was an exciting city that
buzzed constantly with energy that pulled people in every direction. In the
early morning hours Jake could find a quiet peace within the city he dearly
loved. What Jake didn’t realize was the energy he exuded when he returned. It
crackled across his aura and urged Denn to partake.

“You really do sound jealous, Jake.” Denn stepped closer as
he watched the spark of anger in Jake’s eyes. His lover didn’t enjoy being
called on his emotions, and Denn couldn’t resist pushing his buttons every
chance he got. A riled up Jake fresh from a run came with some incredible
benefits.

“Stop doing that, Denn, you know it pisses me off.”

“Stop doing what?” He took another step closer, bringing
their bodies mere inches away from each other. Sexual energy radiated off of
Jake, making his own dick even harder, if that was possible. Jake was right
about one thing, touching the witch gave him a raging hard-on that he
desperately needed to ease.
 

“You are such a bastard, Denn.”

“Yeah, and you love every minute of it, don’t you?” He
reached down and cupped Jake’s hard cock through the flimsy material of his
jogging shorts. He rubbed the silky material along the sensitive underside of
Jake’s shaft until his eyes rolled back in his head. “It’s not like you could
hide anything in these pants if you wanted to.”

Jake groaned as he leaned his head back against the
doorframe.
 
Goddess, how he loved
watching Jake’s reactions every time he touched him. It had taken them a long
time to get to this point. Prior to meeting, neither had taken a man as a
lover, and they’d fought the natural attraction between them as long as they
could until one night, alone here in his house after a night of partying on
Bourbon Street, they’d devoured each other in the wildest, shred the sheets on
the bad, tear the house apart night of sex Denn had ever experienced. Amazingly
they had both woke the next day with no regrets and had shared the same bed
every night since. A fact he hadn’t yet shared with his brothers, who thought
he lived alone. Even Cash hadn’t slowed down long enough to realize how close
he and Jake were, and now with Raven here fucking with his body he didn’t know
what to think. The woman had tried to kill his older brother so the attraction
he felt messed with his head even more.

He still needed Jake, and his body was screaming for him
now, but something about the damn witch drew him as well, and Jake knew it. He
needed to forget her right now and concentrate on Jake.

Denn stripped his lover of his shorts causing Jake’s dick to
pulse against his hand. With his clothing gone, the man looked like a golden
warrior with his thick length jutting out proudly, and damned if he didn’t want
a taste.

Denn slipped to his knees while his hands roamed Jake’s hips
and buttocks, before cupping his ball sac with a tight squeeze. The groan from
Jake rumbled through his chest and spurred him to keep going. Denn slipped his
hand between Jake’s ass cheeks, taking a slow leisure path until he found the
tight, sensitive hole he sought and tapped lightly against it, knowing he would
drive the other man crazy.
 

“Denn, please,” he pleaded. At the husky, need filled tone
of Jake’s voice, he smiled, a deep and dark satisfaction running through him.
He might know that Raven attracted him, but he also knew the connection between
he and Jake couldn’t be broken. With his ability to sense exactly what Jake
needed and his lover’s open mind, the two of them couldn’t be more right for
each other.

Grasping the base of Jake’s cock, he guided it to his open
and eager mouth, anticipating the smooth skin and musky flavor unique to him.
He sucked the tip inside, swiping his tongue to gather the pre-cum already
leaking. Jake’s taste exploded on his tongue, causing his own dick to tighten
and expand to an almost painful pressure. He needed Jake’s hand or mouth
or…hell, he just needed to bend the man over and fuck him. Jake was a little
jealous of the witch and Denn felt the overwhelming urge to show him what was
what in his house. His long dormant Dominant side roared to life as he sucked
at Jake’s shaft aggressively, taking him to the back of his throat and
swallowing until he thought Jake might burst or collapse. Nothing pleased him
more than watching Jake come apart, giving up all of his control.

“Oh, oh—yes, yes," Jake’s cries of pleasure gave
him little warning before the hot streams of cum exploded in his mouth. Denn
didn’t stop, sucking every last drop of fluid from his cock and then some. When
Jake began to soften and tried to pull away, Denn gripped him tighter and held
him fast, continuing to work his mouth along the thick length, until Jake
writhed and moaned in what Denn expected was a mass confusion between agony and
pleasure.

Satisfied with Jake’s reactions, Denn slid his mouth off his
cock with a loud pop and stood, watching Jake’s body relax and loosen.
 

“My turn now.” Jake didn’t ask, just told him, which rubbed
Denn the wrong way. Jake started to slide down to his knees and Denn stopped
him.

“No, Jake.” His simple reply brought Jake up short as they
locked gazes. Emotion swirled between them, thick and sweet, calling out to
Denn’s magick. He didn’t tamp it down like he usually tried to, but instead let
it flow between them. Dark, fluid. Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, as he too
must have sensed the change.

“What do you want, Denn?” Jake’s voice came out thick and
gravelly, pulling at Denn’s groin. He hauled Jake into his embrace and nudged
his head to the side, giving him full access to the flesh of Jake's neck and
shoulder. He bit at the skin, working his way up to Jake’s ear, listening to
the murmurs the man made.
 

“I’m going to fuck you.” Denn unbuttoned his jeans,
releasing his erection. He grabbed it with a tight fist, stroking up and down,
watching Jake’s gaze travel down to watch. Jake’s tongue peeked out and licked
his lips while he stared at Denn’s hand. “Is that what you want?” Not that it
mattered at this point. Denn would have his way.

“Yes.” Jake’s answer came out breathlessly.

“Turn and face the wall.” Jake obediently turned as Denn
reached inside the dresser drawer for the lube he kept with all of his
medicinal supplies in this room. He ran his fingers against Jake’s taut,
muscled ass. The man really did work his body hard everyday to keep it looking
this perfect and he intended to spend every moment he could admiring it.
Letting him go, Denn put a generous amount of lube into his hand, spreading a
thick layer onto his cock. Denn had to bite back a groan and fight for control
so as not to come on the floor. He was so turned on he didn’t think he could
last long. It was always like this when he touched Jake. Intense. Breathless.
Overwhelming.

“Spread your legs some more, baby.”

Jake did as he was told, sliding his hands up the wall and
spreading those long, lean legs shoulder width apart. Denn guided his dick in
between Jake’s cheeks, pressing lightly against his opening at first. When
Jake's forehead hit the wall and his ass reared back oh so slightly, Denn
pushed inside him slow and deep.

Jake sucked in a ragged breath and Denn smiled, pleased with
his reactions. When he was buried to the hilt, he leaned forward to lick and
bite at the back of Jake’s neck.
 

“Tell me, baby, tell me what you want.” He loved hearing
Jake say the words.

“Fuck me, Denn, fuck me hard.”

The final tether holding back Denn’s magick broke free,
bathing them both in a powerful mixture of dark magick and lust. He pulled
back, pausing only for a second before thrusting back inside. He pumped a few
more times, loving the tight squeeze of his lover’s body. He wanted to spend
the whole day just like this, fucking Jake until he collapsed. His body had
other ideas. He felt the cum rising when his balls tightened. Jake fisted his
hands and pounded on the wall seconds before shouted out and came. His body
gripped Denn tighter, leaving him no choice but to succumb. He sank to the hilt
and let loose with his own release on a ragged groan.

Collapsing against Jake, Denn laid his head on his lover’s
back. “Good Goddess, but you kill me.”