Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) Eliza Gayle (moboreader TXT) 📖

brother away from his woman. He bound his brother with a mere thought, but it didn't appease Cash's anger as the dark rage continued to grow within him.

“Graelen, look at me.”

He raised his head to meet Rena's gaze. She blinked as her eyes grew wide, no doubt at his appearance. He was lost in the thrall. The magick was in control. Despite the fear in her eyes, she grabbed hold of his hands, interlacing her fingers with his. Within moments the magic and anger winked out of his mind, leaving him to face a weak Rena and a shocked Cash.

Narrowing his gaze on his brother, “You aren't the only one in this family who suffers, you know.”

Graelen scooped up Rena before she fell down. He needed to find a better way to control his anger before he ended up hurting her.

“Graelen, you can put me down now, I'm fine.” And it was true. He looked her over and just that quickly her color had restored and he couldn't even tell the two of them had just mentally roughed her up.

“How?”

“Honey, I've been dealing with this kind of thing all my life. Well, okay, maybe not this exactly.” She motioned to the two brothers. “The magick is new, but the anger and helplessness is not. Have you looked around lately? The world is full of hate and anger that I defend myself against on a regular basis. I mean there’s a reason I work in the basement and spend days on end alone.”

He gingerly placed her back on her feet and she wriggled out of his arms. “I'll admit the emotions coming from a couple of witches like you is far stronger than anything I've experienced before, but I learn quickly and can adapt. You don't need to treat me like a weak kitten. I know how to take care of myself.”

“She's right about that, brother. I've got the bruises to prove it.” Graelen's head swung sharply toward his brother. “Whoa, don't look at me like that. You've got the wrong idea.”

“Enough, you two.” Rena stepped between the two of them. “I think I need to contact the dear Reverend and let him know that I won't be his pawn in this mess any longer and that I will not provide him with any more research services.”

“No!” Both he and Cash vehemently rejected that idea at the same time.

“I'll be the one to contact Uncle Scott,” Cash stated with controlled venom. “It's time one of us had a heart to heart chat with him.” Cash started to gather up his things, preparing to leave.

“Cash, I don't think that’s such a good idea.” Graelen worried that Cash confronting Scott would end badly. Bloody.

“No, for once, Graelen, you have to listen to me. I can't stay here and we both know it.” He shrugged into his black leather coat, sparing a longing glance at Rena. “You have to protect your woman. Let me do this.”

Graelen struggled with his need to protect them both, and the anger and frustration built along with the desire to punish his uncle. Trapped between the warring situations, he reluctantly gave in to Cash's request. He would let his brother handle the situation for now.

“Take care of yourself, brother. Be cautious when you confront him. But keep quiet about knowing Rena. I have an idea how to use this whole thing against him.”

Cash smirked. “I will.” They looked at each other for a few seconds longer, then Cash strode to the door.

In the meantime, Graelen had a feisty empath to deal with.

Rena headed for the door.

“Where do you think you're going?”

“I think it's time I went back to work as well. I was only supposed to be gone for a few days, and I imagine the work is getting backlogged. It's a long flight, so I'm going to try and get some rest.”

Graelen looked at her in disbelief. Did she really think he would just let her walk away?

“Rena, my uncle is not a man to be trifled with. He is far more dangerous than you’re aware of. You carry a piece of my power now. Eventually he will figure that out, and once he does you will be in as much danger as the rest of us. He’ll kill you if he can.”

“But—”

“I don't think so.” Graelen jerked her into his arms, pressing her soft body against his hard frame. His lips captured her mouth with an unexpected urgency, forcing his tongue between her parted lips.

Unable to wait another minute, his hands deftly began removing her clothes so he could get to her skin. His hands caressed her soft, curving flesh until he reached a tightly beaded nipple. She arched her back into his hands while his mouth sought that heated tip. Nipping with his teeth, he increased the pressure until she writhed in his arms, her little whimpers of pleasure soothing his soul.

“Please stay, Rena.”

Her body stilled at the seriousness of his words. His erection strained for release but he would deny himself the freedom of burying his cock in her body until she agreed to stay.

“For how long?” She had no idea how sensuous her voice sounded when she asked him that question. It was like a cool drink flowing over a parched throat.

“Forever.”

The prolonged anticipation of her answer grew unbearable. This was one time she held all the control. He couldn't force her submission. Although for her own safety he was prepared to hold her there against her will.

“For now, Graelen, for now.

Epilogue

The Reverend paced the perimeter of his compound. His anger bubbled close to the surface, and in an attempt to control his urges he walked. Movement would help clear his mind and heart. The use of his magick left him cold and dark for days. He abhorred the necessity of it. He frequently didn't remember what had been done while he was under the influence. It was a by-product of touching the dark magick of those boys. If not for their