Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) (18 page)

“I-I don’t know what spells he used.
 
Hell, I still have trouble
understanding the power he can yield.”

“Don’t give me that, boy. Dennison Scott writes every thing
he does in his blasted journal.
 
He
is meticulous about it, always has been, and I’m sure you know exactly what I
am talking about. So get it done and done fast, I’m tired of wasting my time in
this Godforsaken city. It really is the gathering place for the blackest
souls.”

Jake snorted. “Then it should be the perfect place for you.
Besides, shouldn’t you be out trying to convert those dark people or something?
You do claim to be a missionary of God on a regular basis.” He enjoyed taunting
the old man. Especially here in a place like this when he was trying to
maintain his ridiculous façade. Jake watched Scott’s eyes dart around the café
yet again, but this time something caught his eye and he lingered on something
over Jake’s shoulder.

He twisted a little to the side to see if he could get a
look at what he was focusing on. A group of college coeds sat at a table not
far from theirs, chatting and giggling and constantly sending not so furtive
glances in their direction. They were the kind of girls who were always around
town, probably from Tulane, looking for trouble in between classes. They must
have recognized Scott. He may be in his fifties but he aged well, and his
charisma was palpable when he turned it on.
 

Kind of scary when you thought about it.

“Here, give her this.” Scott slipped a tiny cell phone into
the palm of his hand.

“I can’t—”

“Jake, I’m growing tired of your resistance. Do you need
another motivator?”

Jake’s stomach wrenched. “No,” he seethed through clenched
teeth.

Good. Then don’t forget your mission. There are consequences
for betraying me, you might want to keep that in mind.” Scott stood and walked
in the direction of the girls and Jake heard the outbreak of giggles as he
approached them with his introduction.

He stood up and walked over to the bar, asking for his
coffee and sweet to go. After paying for his food, he headed out the door
without another glance behind him. He didn’t think he could stomach the
adoration on those girls' faces for a man he knew to be pure evil.

Chapter
Five

 
“Breathtaking.”

Denn stood at his study window and studied the woman in the
courtyard. Raven had gone out there after breakfast this morning and paced back
and forth for hours. She reminded him of a dangerous predator on the prowl.
Jake had picked up some clothes for her when he went out yesterday afternoon,
and she had chosen to wear black yoga pants and a thin matching black tank top.
Unfortunately, the outfit showed off every delectable curve of her lush body.
Denn had barely stifled his groan when he spied her coming down the stairs, and
all through breakfast he shifted around desperately trying to find a comfortable
location for his hard dick. Now, with the way her body tensed and moved with
grace and fluidity every time she turned, she made him think of the warrior he
knew her to be. It would do him well to remember that she was a highly trained
hunter and, despite the lockdown of her magick, she could easily prove lethal
if they didn’t keep a close eye on her.

So why was it every time he looked at her, he wanted to
touch her? He ached to see her naked—rubbing against him, begging for his
touch. Feel her lips caressing his skin. All the days he’d been forced to keep
his distance and watch Jake take care of her, his hands the one massaging
across her flushed skin had driven him mad. She was like a drug that he’d
become addicted to, and a dangerous one at that. The last thing he needed was
another addiction.

Since her outburst yesterday morning, when she’d searched
the house for a way to escape, she’d been remarkably calm. He was certain it
was one of those eerie calms before the storm or maybe more like the eye of the
hurricane. He needed to talk to Jake. His instincts told him that she was up to
something. He’d done some research on her, and what little information he could
find indicated a sharp intelligence as well as an above average aptitude with
weapons and hand to hand combat. None of which she’d attempted to use against
them.

He’d discovered her school records and had been impressed
with her achievements at Harvard. She’d gone there right behind him, entering
as a freshman the year after he graduated.
 
She bent at the waist, distracting him from his thoughts.
What was probably a simple move meant to stretch her legs turned into an erotic
fantasy as he imagined sliding into her from behind. Need for her built more
every day to the point he was now poised to blow like a keg of dynamite.

Denn turned away from the window. He was never going to get
any work done watching her move like that. When she was faced toward the window
he admired the smooth skin showing underneath the tank that barely hid small
pert breasts, and when she walked away from the window he found himself
entranced by the sleek curve of her back that dipped into a tiny waist before
flaring out to wide, curved hips.
 

“Fuck it.” He pushed the French doors open and walked into
the sunny courtyard. He wanted to be closer. Needed to be.

Her head swung around at the noise he made entering the
space. She stood frozen like a deer in headlights, staring at him with a
mixture of anger and lust. She was so damned beautiful. Long black hair framed
a heart shaped face with skin so luminous he’d bet she’d glow under the
moonlight.
 

“Denn, you can’t keep me here like this.”

“I can’t let you go.” He stalked closer.

“Why not?” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“You’re a risk to my family.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“What do you mean?”

Her shoulders sagged on a deep sigh. “You know exactly what
I mean. There is something going on in this house that I don’t understand, and
I need to get out before something really bad happens.”

He stopped in front of her. “What do you think is going to
happen?” He used a finger to push her hair out of her eyes and behind her ear.
Her gaze stayed glued to his own, steady and intense. “You have nothing to be
afraid of here. I’ll take care of you.”

Her lips curved down. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Neither Jake nor I have any intention of harming you.” He
let his fingertips graze her skin, the now familiar streak of power whispering
between them. She shuddered under the tingling sensation, her mouth opening to
form an O. "Feels good, doesn’t it? Every time I have touched you these
last weeks has given me a myriad of energy surges and spikes.”

“Well, we are both witches.”

“I’ve touched plenty of witches before.” He continued his
trail along her jaw and along the line of her neck.

“I bet you have,” she whispered.

“I’ve never experienced anything even remotely like this.
It’s like my power changes when I spend time with you.”

Her mouth opened in a tiny o. “Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what? I’m not doing anything, just touching.” Everything
about her mesmerized him.

“No, it’s more. It actually feels like much more. This
pull…” She shook her head. “It makes no sense.”

Denn had to tell her the truth. Focusing on her lips, he
dipped his head—right after he tasted her he would confess. He meant to
be gentle with his first kiss, but when his mouth pressed against her lips he
lost his mind and forgot all of his good intentions, allowing the desire to
take control. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tight against him. He
traced his long along the outline of her mouth in a subtle demand to allow his
entrance. Her lips parted slightly and his tongue pushed its way in. He
groaned, a harsh rough sound that rumbled between them, giving away the true
effect she had on him. He swept through her mouth taking care to explore every
inch before tangling his tongue with hers.

Her hands reached for his shoulders, grasping at his shirt
as he continued devouring her. She tasted light and dark, an unusual
combination of sunshine and moonlight that reached in deep and grabbed him by
the balls. She made it impossible for him to think clearly when all he wanted
was to climb on top of her and fuck her until she screamed his name.

“I want you. I can’t explain it but I swear if I don’t get
inside you soon, I’m going to die.”

Her mouth fell open, giving him all the invitation he needed
to resume their kiss. Her breasts were pushed tight against his chest and her
tight nipples poked at him through both their shirts.
 
How he longed to remove their clothes right here and now. He
could ease her into one of the lounge chairs and have her stripped and naked in
no time.

Why the fuck not? They were alone and in private
. They both wanted it.

When she gasped into his mouth he gentled his movements,
easing her backwards. After a few slow paces he reached down, one arm around
her waist and one hand on her ample bottom, and lifted her. He carried her like
that until he reached the target and leaned her towards the chair. When her ass
and back hit the cushions she wrenched her mouth from his.

“Denn—Denn, what are you—what are we doing?” Her
words were urgent and breathless.

“I really don’t want to stop, Raven. You feel so good. Warm
and soft. Please don’t make me stop.” His hand roamed her hip, sliding
underneath the edge of her tank top to the bare skin underneath. Touching her
was electric, magnetic, magickal.

“I thought I was the enemy here.” Denn paused at her words.
He hadn’t thought about the fact that only a few short weeks ago she nearly
killed his brother. At least, not in the last few hours.
 
It was damned difficult to reconcile
that she worked for his uncle as a bounty hunter, and yet she was the
prophesied one to balance him.
Fuck
.
This makes no sense.
He pulled away from
her, looking at her lying there with her kiss-swollen lips and exposed belly,
the scent of her arousal filling his head.

This couldn’t be wrong. His magick swelled between them,
energizing the air around her. Hell, he was no damned saint. He was addicted to
a dark magick that few knew he even used. He’d managed to hide just how much he
used for years now, convincing himself that it was okay because he used it to
save people. But he had always known there were consequences and he did it
anyway.

He always thought it a good thing that he stayed so far away
from his brothers so they wouldn’t know. He had worried that Cash would, and
then he would have his brothers coming down on him, but Cash hadn’t been at
full strength, his mind not on his brothers when he left New Orleans and headed
west to seek out Selene.
 

Denn had gotten lucky that time.

Now, looking at the luscious Raven watching him with caution
and lust in her eyes, he sensed that she meant no real harm. He decided there
would be no holding back this time. He would take the consequences. Besides, who
was he to argue with ancient prophecies?

He jerked his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground
before easing himself down next to her on the lounge. “Are you my enemy, Raven?
Do you really want to kill me or my brothers?” His hands again touched her bare
skin, quickly moving her tank top up her torso to expose her tits. They were
small and round, fitting perfectly in his hands when he caressed them. They
were topped with large perfect pink nipples, and he gave in to the temptation
to squeeze and flick them. “Do you?”

“No.” She shook her head violently.

“Then relax.” Again he pinched her tips, and this time he
was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a deep shudder under his hands.

“Mmm, so sensitive. I like that, babe.” He lowered his dark
head to take a tight nipple in his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth.
That elicited a moan from her and he smiled around her flesh. “Do you want me
to stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” she managed in a breathy voice through
gritted teeth.

He swirled his tongue around and around, switching from one
breast to the next, nibbling and sucking until she writhed underneath him.
Touching her like this sent heat zipping through his body but wasn’t nearly
enough. He stood and shucked his own jeans before pulling her up and off the
chair. Exchanging positions with her, he reached for the waistband of her pants
and rolled them down her hips. He leaned down to peel further and the scent of
her arousal hit him full force. Sweet, sexy and fucking hot. He kissed her
torso just above the dark soft curls barely hiding her sex from his eyes as she
stepped out of her pants.

“Can’t wait to taste you.”

She jerked, a sexy hiss escaping her.

His cock ached to bursting to thrust in between her legs,
and push its way through her tight opening into the warm heat of her sex. With
those thoughts running through his head he stood and leaned into the chair
lying down on his back.

He grabbed her hand. “Please, Raven, I can’t wait.” She took
a couple of cautious steps toward the chair and he wondered what held her back.
She’d gotten under his skin with barely a glance and now he wanted to see her
control shattered as much as his. He pulled her roughly down on top of him,
ravaging her mouth once again while his hands kneaded her ass.

When her wriggling nestled his cock to the wet opening of
her sex, he froze. Holy hell she was so fucking wet. He pushed his thigh
between her legs and spread them wide, giving him access to slide his hand
between their bodies and into the slick swollen folds of her sex.

“Good Goddess, baby,” he muttered as he shifted under her
and settled her down on top of him. She was incredibly tight around him as her
body adjusted to accommodate him. Looking at her face, he watched her eyes roll
back and her breathing quicken.

“You’re going to scream.”

“No I’m not.”

“I think it just became my life’s mission. To make you
scream.”

She laughed. A deep genuine sound that vibrated to his core.

“You’re so damn tight, I’m afraid to move.”

Her gaze returned to his and a sly smile passed over her
lips. “Then let me.” She rested her hands on his chest and did exactly that.
She lifted herself off of his cock until just the tip was still inside, then
she roughly pushed herself down, letting him impale her until her ass cheeks
were again resting on the tops of his thighs.
 

Denn’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. “Fuck. Do it
again.”

He groaned in the sheer tormented pleasure of her tight
flesh moving against him as she repeated the process over and over again. He
gritted his teeth, forcing a level of concentration to hold back. His balls
tightened against him and the need to empty himself inside her nearly
overwhelmed him, but he refused to allow it until she came apart in his arms.
He wanted to watch her face and body as she exploded. And he wanted her scream.

He reached for her bouncing breasts to squeeze and roll her
nipples between his fingers, and watched the sensual lines of her face and body
flush in excitement.

“Oh Denn.
 
I—I’m so…”

“I know, babe. I’m right there with you. Let it go. Scream
for me, sweetheart.” Her movements turned frantic as one of his fingers moved
to her clit and squeezed the hard bundle of nerves. She cried out in shock.

He growled. “That’s right, Raven. Come.”

Goddess, he was so lost inside her. Deep inside her pussy,
his cock jerked. She thrashed and bucked against him until she screamed in
release. The tiny muscles of her pussy clamped down on him like a vise and
cream covered his fingers, sending his own body over the edge. He emptied
himself in her convulsing body, barely noticing his own groans of pleasure
almost outdoing her screams of delight. His fingers continued the movement
against her sensitive spot as they came together, dragging out the sensations
for them both until finally she collapsed against his chest, sweat covered and
exhausted.