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

for someone like her. Termination was in her future soon if she didn't come up with a plan for escape. It was only a matter of time before Merc located her once again. The man was as relentless as a pit bull with a dog bone. He would track her down it was only a matter of time.

While she seemed distracted, Cash took a moment to study her. On the outside she was beautiful and cool. To anyone else she would appear cold. But he knew better. He'd seen and felt her heat. They had linked. The signs were unmistakable. After the magick he had just used he should be violently ill and angry. Yeah, the anger… He'd gotten so used to experiencing it, he felt a little weird without it. She'd absorbed it, then burned it with that final fireball, he would guess. He didn't regret losing his childhood home all that much. As soon as Grae found out about it he would have it rebuilt and restored to the exact specifications it had been. Besides a few personal belongings that would be lost, they wouldn't be able to tell it was a rebuild. Amazing what money and his determined twin could do.

This place was more his style anyway. His gaze swept the room, admiring the simplicity and comfort he had here. All of their houses had rooms like this. Somewhere they could escape to if the main house was breached. This wasn't exactly the first time someone had come after him. No, he stayed prepared for the all too frequent attacks.

“So are you going to tell me what's going on? Or are you planning to daydream all day?” Her smart mouth roused him from his thoughts, bringing a smile to her face. Oh, how he'd love to show her what to do with that mouth. His cock stirred in his pants at the thought of instructing her.

Her plump lips formed a smirk on her face and he thought how lucky she was to be across the room and not sitting next to him right now.

“The woman lying in my bed right now is from a small coven of particularly heartless witches. Ones that for the right price will do just about any job you ask of them. And, considering we saw her up close and personal this morning, I would assume she has been hired to capture, not kill.”

“Wait.” She held up her hands to stop him. “A witch for hire? Is this some kind of joke? 'Cause I don't think it's very funny.” She paced across the room.

“No, Selene, I am serious.”

She shook her head, looking confused and very unbelieving. “Since when did I step into an episode of Charmed? This is ridiculous. Right?”

He weighed his options here. How much did he tell her? It would be easy enough to make up a story that he was a target because of his wealthy family. That his uncle sought his fortune, not his life.

Then why was the witch trying to capture you? The voice of reason in his head whispered. Good God damned question.

“Selene, think about it. You have already seen that I have abilities like you but different.”

“Uh, yeah. I'd say different all right. Sure, I can throw a good flame and on a good day feel and sense emotions around me and even on a rare occasion hear things. But…I can't control the air, or throw up force fields or open doors without touching them. So yeah, we are—” She stopped mid sentence, staring at him. Her eyes narrowed as he watched the truth dawning in the clear blue eyes that entrapped him.

“Are you…are you telling me—no. No. No.” She turned and paced again. “You can't be trying to tell me that you are a-are a…”

“A witch, Selene. I'm a witch. A full-blooded one from a long line of true witches.” He stood up, walking over to her. His body ached to be close to hers. “It's not a dirty word, you know.” When she refused to look at him directly he reached down and touched his fingers to her chin, lifting her gaze to his. “There is nothing to be afraid of. I won't let anything happen to you.”

“It's not that,” she whispered.

“Open your mind to the possibilities, babe. You may not be a witch like me but, you do have special abilities that make you different from ninety-nine percent of the human population. It's not much of a stretch beyond that to believe in magick.” He softly touched his lips to hers, hoping to soothe her fears. “Magick is not bad, people are.”

Her mouth opened for him on a soft sigh and what was meant to be a comforting kiss turned electric and hot in seconds. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth, seeking his, sliding against his lips and setting him on fire. Meeting her tongue, he kissed her back, thrust for thrust as if fucking her mouth like his body burned to be fucking her.

With sure, slow movements, he unbuttoned her top, revealing the bare breasts beneath. She hadn't had time for undergarments when they'd fled from the house, which pleased him immensely. Pushing her top from her shoulders, it fell to the floor with a gentle wisp. His hands cupped her full breasts, rubbing his thumbs across her tightened nipples. A low moan sounded in her throat as he continued to caress her.

Breaking the kiss, he dipped his head to circle one of the delectable hard tips with his tongue. Her head fell back and her back arched, pushing more of her silken flesh to his eager mouth. His teeth nibbled gently until, encouraged by her moans, he bit one. Gentle at first, then a little harder each time, he moved back and forth between them. Pleased with her gasps and moans of pleasure, he increased the pain until she panted and pleaded for him to stop. A sly smile quirked at his mouth.

Trailing kisses along the curve of her neck,