Natural Magick (25 page)

Just before he buried his cock hard into her, he nuzzled her neck, searching for and finding her rapidly beating pulse. As he slammed his cock into her heat and wetness, he bit down on her vein. Drawing quickly from her, she came again, the walls of her sheath pulling and milking his cock, driving him over the edge with her. As her essences and blood filled his mouth, he pumped into her hard and fast, needing both his release and hers to fulfill him.

He drank from her deeply once more then sealed the small wound with a lick of his tongue. He had not needed as much as Thomas had thought he would upon waking, as her power surged through her blood, feeding him in a way no other had before. He rolled to his side as he pitched forward, taking her with him to straddle his sated body.

“
I love you, Dominic.”

“
And I love you, Piccadilly. And I always will. But there is something of a problem I have. Aaron told me that you disobeyed him. Several times, as a matter of fact. He seemed to think that you needed to be punished. He said spanking you would probably do it. What do you think? Did you disobey my master when he told you not to go out alone, and did he not tell you to stay away from those men? I believe even I told you never to be alone as well.”

“
And if I had not disobeyed the man, you’d be dead. He does realize that I saved you and that wolf, doesn’t he?”

Dominic could smell her now, her arousal sharp and tangy in the air. He sat up and flipped her over his lap all in one movement. He traced his fingers down her spine and the vines stirred in his wake. When he got to the crack of her toned ass, he spread her cheeks wide and brushed his thumb over her little rosebud.

“
I can think of all sorts of punishments for you. Disobeying my master requires a special kind of punishment, don’t you think?”

“
Dominic, you know that I needed to—”

His hand came down hard across her ass. It pinked up immediately. He could feel her juices as they spread on his thigh.

“
I didn’t say you could speak, did I? No, I didn’t. You are going to be here a long, long time if you keep this up. Your best bet is to shut up and take it. It’ll go so much better if you do.”

His hand came down twice more, her ass bright now. Dominic was panting. His cock ached to be inside of her, buried deep within her heat. Running his fingers through her cream, he spread it up over her seam and began to work it into her bud. Pete began undulating up and down, her own panting as loud as his.

He was on fire and nearly came when the first digit of his finger worked past the tight ring and she moaned. Working more cream into her, he stretched her, in and out.

“
Pete, I’m gonna fuck you here. I’m going to slide my dick deep into you here and fuck this tight hole. Then I’m going to come, fuck you and fill you. You’re so tight. I ache to be inside here.” He worked another finger in and moved harder, faster.

“
Oh, Dominic, I want you. You have to fuck me now, please.” Her voice was deep and hard, husky with her need.

He pulled his finger out and her whimper had him nearly continue, but he needed her and helped her turn around and settle on her hands and knees. As he moved up behind her, he knelt down and nipped at her ass, licking the small wound as he inserted his fingers deep in her pussy.

“
You’re so wet, so hot. When my cock is inside of you, it’s like being dipped in lava, a tight fist of lava.”

Inserting another finger, he pushed his thumb into her ass again and worked them together, in and out, in and out. He leaned over her, nipped at the dimple at the curve of her ass, and licked.

“
Come for me, Pete. Come now and then I’ll fuck you.”

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, her ass too. Her scream tore from her throat. Over and over she came, screaming his name.

As soon as she began to come down, he move behind her and pushed his cock head into her heat, the virginal rings squeezing him tight. He had to stop. His body wanted to slam forward, to conquer, to claim. When she began to move back, taking more of him into her, he moved with her. For every push backwards, he moved forward. They did this, slowly, over and over until, covered in sweat, he was seated deep inside of her.

“
Are you all right, baby? I’ll stop if you say so.”

In answer, she moved back again, harder this time, slamming against him. His balls slapped against her pussy, soaking them with her arousal. Then she did something that had him sway against her. She tightened the muscles that held him in her.

His body took over and grabbing her hips, he began to surge into her, rocking hard, pulling nearly all the way out then moving back inside. He felt his balls tighten, his climax moving up his spine. He reached around her, slid his fingers through her curls, and found the swollen nub of her clit. He pressed hard with his thumb and then slid into her heat. She nearly bucked him off when she came, her body convulsing around him bringing him with her.

Dominic shot his cum into her, deep and hot. His growl was long, coming from his toes and working out of his throat. When she came again, Dominic rocked his body coming with her.

Spent, he fell forward and over her, then in the last minute, he rolled to his back, pulling her with him. Exhaustion claimed him. Grinning, he heard her snoring softly as he fell into a deep, deep sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-T
HREE

“
These men are with the police department in your family’s hometown. It seems your whole family has been missing for several weeks now, since we found the body of Hephaestus, actually. And they want to know if you’ve heard from any of them,” David asked her. David had told her that someone would eventually contact her about them and it had finally happened. He was with three men, two of which she did not know, but knew they were human.

Dominic was with her, as were Aaron and Sara. David had called her earlier to let her know they would be coming by tonight just to give her a heads up.

“
No, I mean, I didn’t even talk to Heph before...I mean, when he was here. In fact, I’d had nothing to do with my family for many years before this.”

“
Yes, ma’am, we’re aware of that. The town said that you’d left about eight or nine years ago. Actually, we all thought they’d...well, we thought you were dead, that them brothers of yours had killed you. It seems your family…well, they were practicing some black arts, magic I guess you’d call it. Never put much stock in it myself, but there are those who believe, I guess. Anyway, just after we were contacted by David here about that one’s brother, we started keeping an eye on the place. You know, seeing if any of them showed up or not. Nothing. But we did get a tip on some missing people and how they might be out around the property. We...well, we brought out the dogs, you see, to help find...then all the FBI showed up a few days ago.”

“
FBI? I don’t understand. Did they not file taxes or something? And what does that have to do with a missing person?” She was not fooled.

Detective Shaw was giving the appearance of a good old boy, but she knew he was far from stupid. And she believed he knew just what had happened to them, as well —well, maybe not exactly what happened, but that they were dead.

“
Not person, Ms. Bartholomew, persons. The Feds were called in because of the bodies, as in plural. Some of them have been buried on that land for fifteen years. You’d have still lived there about then, wouldn’t you?” Officer Bentley asked her with a sly grin.

“
Are you implying that Pete had anything to do with this, Officer Bentley? Because if you are, perhaps she should get a lawyer before this goes any further.” Apparently, Aaron had noticed it as well. She looked at him and smiled.

“
No, he isn’t. Simmer down, Jake, we’re only here to ask her what she knows, not accuse her of anything. Ms. Bartholomew, maybe you could tell us what you know. It sure would be helpful to learn something more than we got right now.”

“
All right, but it’s not Bartholomew, it’s Marshall now. But call me Pete. What I know...okay, I know that I left home when I was seventeen because they had planned to breed with me. You see, my oldest brother and mother came up with this idea that having a kid with me would create this, I don’t know...powerful something. I got out. I knew they were cruel and mean to others and not just people. I believe I even reported it to you, Officer Bentley. I told you that they were stealing animals and torturing them. I even told you where the animals were tossed when they finished with them. Don’t you remember? You told me that boys will be boys and don’t let it worry my little head about it. Now here you are today and you’re telling me that you have bodies. Well, go figure. Guess they advanced to humans, huh? Still think it was a boyish prank? As for the bodies, no, I don’t know anything about them. How many are there?” She hoped there were not as many as she thought there might be.

Officer Shaw looked over at Jake Bentley with so much distaste on his face that it was easy to see he was in some serious trouble when they got back to their own station.

“
So far, we’ve uncovered three hundred and ten. Most of them are so mutilated that we may never find out who they were. We have already begun the process of identifying some of them through dental records, about two percent so far. It may be years before we have even half of them claimed by their families.”

Pete felt sick. Three hundred. Three hundred people had lost their lives to them and their sickness. Dominic reached over, picked her up, sat her on his lap, and held her close. She turned her face into his chest and cried. She cried for those poor people and for the way they had suffered.

“
I’m sorry, Mrs. Marshall, I truly am,” Bentley said to her as he backed away. “I don’t think we’ll be bothering you anymore. I’d tell you I’m sorry for your loss, but I don’t think that’s what this is. You’re lucky, damned lucky to have gotten away when you did, and you shouldn’t feel the least bit sorry that you did. You have a good life here, it seems. I’d enjoy it and forget about those brothers of yours. Sad to think that your own mother would...I shudder to think what might have become of a pretty little thing like you.”

They walked to the door with Aaron and Sara, leaving Pete with Dominic, who just continued to hold her until she looked up at him.

“
I killed them, all of them. But I was too late, wasn’t I? I should have stayed there and—”

He cut her off with his kiss. “Had you have stayed, Pete, I’d of never have met you. If you’d have stayed, they would have had to have killed you, we both know that. You’re much too strong willed and stubborn to have let them do what they wanted you to do without putting up a fight. And no, love, you did not kill them. All of you did. You, Shade, Sara, and Mel, you all killed them and that’s why there are only three hundred and ten and not more. You should feel proud of yourself, baby. I know I am. Now, you are going to tell me how proud you are of me, right?” She laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“
So am I,” Aaron said as he and Sara returned to the living room. “You are brave and strong, and I, for one, will cherish you for the rest of my days. Without you and your help, my children would have died, my mate as well. Had you have stayed with them, Eon would have been on the streets when it was time for him to change, instead of having help and support like he has now. He would be dead, Pete. Just another statistic of the streets. You have touched the lives of so many people and made them better because of it.” Aaron kissed both her cheeks and then stood before her. “But you are, by far, the most stubborn, annoying woman I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. You argue about everything and with everyone. I swear to you, if I said it was raining outside and we were both standing in it, you’d swear the sun was shining just to be obtuse.”

“
Oh, yeah, like you’d know what the sun shining even looked like, you bloodsucking ass. And me, stubborn! Why, I believe I saw your picture show up when I Googled the friggin’ word. The caption reads, Stubborn, Blood-sucking Idiot who Doesn’t Know When to Back the Fuck Off. Aaron MacManus, a man who is not only stupid, but stubborn as an ass too. I think it might even show up when you look up the words arrogant and dickhead, too! I’m pretty sure I can fix that if it’s not already there. Just give me five minutes and a computer and it will say that.”

“
Oh, now you’re just being ridiculous. I don’t even think dickhead is a real word. Dickhead...do you have any idea what that word conjures up in ways of imagery? I see this . . .”

The door closed quietly behind Sara and Dominic as they left Pete and Aaron to their arguing. It seemed things were finally back to normal in Aaron’s Kiss.

About the Author

I woke up one morning and decided to give play time to the people in my head who were keeping me awake. Little did I know that they would be so relentless and want their time right now! I wrote for the pure joy of it and to entertain my family and friends. But mostly it was to get more than an hour of sleep without a story playing out. Of course, the more I write, the more they want. So…well, as a result of sleepless days (I work through the night as a gun toting grandma – nope not a vigilantly but an armed security guard) I have lots of stories written.

Hello! My name is Kathi Barton and I’m an author. I have been married to my very best friend Sonny for at times seems several lifetimes – in a good way, honey. And together we have three wonderful children and then the ones we brought into the world - Paul and Dale Barton, Jason and Wendy Barton and Danielle and Ben Conklin. They have given us seven of the greatest treasures on Earth. They don’t live at home seven days a week! No, seriously, seven grandchildren – Gavin, Spring, Ben, Trinity, Sarah, Kelly and Kian.