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

“I can smell you. The rich scent of your lust. Goddess, Selene, you're killing me.” He dragged his thumbs across her slit before pushing them into her entrance. She bucked her hips against his hands, whimpering, pulling against her bindings, with her head falling back against the wall. The feeling of helplessness drove her wild with even more pleasure.

“So wet. Mmm. So ready.” He let his hands fall from her sex, grabbed her thighs and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist.

One second she hooked her feet behind his ass and the next he impaled her, his cock stretching and pushing to it’s full depth. Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden fullness and pleasure shooting through her. She sensed his control being broken as he thrust into her over and over again. She watched the muscles of his arms and chest flexing with each plunge as sensation after sensation built in her, pushing her to the edge.

“Oh, God, Cash!”

He pumped harder, pushing her tight against the wall, his hips banging into her. They both spiraled out of control as he quickened his pace with short, hard thrusts.

“Come for me, Selene. Let me feel that tight pussy milking me.”

She moaned at his request. Letting the sensations flow over her—pushing her. Pushing her until she exploded in his arms. At the same time his body stiffened against her as a deep moan sounded in his throat, his pleasure pulling more from her than she thought possible. Wave after wave until she thought it might not end. Fighting for breath, his body finally stilled, with them both replete. His arms reached for her bindings, loosening the bonds at her wrist and lowering her arms to his shoulder. She collapsed against him. Her body warm and satisfied, a pain developed in her chest to replace the sexual hunger she had satisfied.

How could a stranger she ran into on the highway end up with such an effect on her? She couldn't do this. She closed her eyes against his shoulder, drawing in his scent. She didn't want to think about it. Right now she needed some sleep and planned to do so in the warmth of his arms. If there was only one night together why waste it worrying about the future?

“Are you okay, Selene?” His voice rumbled in his chest, flowing through her.

“Mmm hmm. Sleepy.”

He laughed. “Then let's get some rest. We have a long wait ahead of us before we can leave here.”

She didn't really hear what he said. The slow, easy timbre of his voice put her to sleep. When he lowered her to the couch her last thoughts were only ones of warmth and safety. And the most delicious man she’d ever encountered.

Selene awoke, warm and content. A smile played across her lips as she opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep in Cash's arms and now found herself cuddled in a warm blanket still laid out on the leather couch of his living room. Her body heated all over again as she briefly thought of what they'd been doing just a short while ago. He'd demonstrated just how dominant he needed to be, and she had surprised herself with how much she’d been pleased by it. She'd never thought of herself as the submissive type in the past, what with her troubles of accepting any kind of authority, but with Cash she had not only wanted to let him do as he wanted, but she’d loved every second of it.

Her head snapped up when a low voice sounded from the bedroom. Was that Cash? Maybe the woman had finally woken up. She would need to be interrogated. She threw off the blanket, shivering in the cool air, and searched for her clothes. Jeans on the floor, shirt on the back of the chair, bra in the corner, but where the hell were her panties? Not wanting to waste any more time, she hurriedly dressed without them.

When she approached the door of the bedroom she heard Cash's voice.

“I have a bit of a situation here, Denn.”

Who the hell is Denn?

“Coven witch got through the wards on the house in Boston, came after me with a sleep spell.”

Selene poked her head just enough in the door to see Cash's naked back. It was hard to concentrate on his conversation with all that delicious male flesh begging to be stroked. Tearing her eyes away from his skin, she finally noticed he held a cell phone to his ear. Her gaze flashed to the bed and saw the witch still bound to the wall and unconscious. Her body twitched and moved a few times. She would be awake soon. Selene ducked her head back out the door and stood against the wall outside, listening.

“Yeah, made it out of the house okay and captured the witch after nearly killing her.” He paused, probably to listen to what this Denn had to say.

“It couldn't be helped. I had to use in order to live. Couldn't save the house, though. It's gone. Burned down during the fight.” Selene wished she could hear the reaction of whomever he spoke with. Were they shocked?

"Yeah, the cops contacted Grae shortly after it happened. I sent him a text message to let him know I was okay but didn't go into the details with him yet.

“Hiding in the garage apartment, but I don't think I should stay here for too long. I'm not one hundred percent positive who sent her here or who they might send next.” This time when he paused she heard a loud voice coming from the phone. She couldn't make out the words, but he sure was yelling. “I know, you're probably right. What I don't know is why the hell he’s so stirred up right now. First Grae and Rena and now me. What the fuck is he up to?”

Thoughts swirled through Selene's mind as she got snatches of images from Cash. Four boys being scolded by an older man.