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

been unable to complete her mission. In fact, it's been a couple of days since I’ve heard from her.”

“What else?” He knew she was holding out on him, they always did. His fingers reached for her hair, tangling through the curls before grasping a handful. She winced at his action as he tugged her head back, exposing her neck to him. When he bent and stroked his tongue along the supple skin of her neck, he felt the shiver that trembled down her body from either revulsion or desire. He didn't care which one. “Tell me, Marissa, tell me what you came here to say.”

“She's disappeared. I sent Raven after him, my very best hunter, and she can be found by no one. We have been scrying for her for days with not even a whisper of her presence.”

“Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” He reached with his free hand to the front of her cloak and forced it apart to expose the naked skin underneath. “Are you prepared to make the sacrifice?” He whispered the question in her ear, watching for her reaction.

“What about Raven? You have to help me find her.”

He jerked her head back, forcing her gaze to his. “I don't have to do anything for you, it is you who owes me now.”

She opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it again.

“That's more like it. Besides, I already know where she is…”

He jerked his hand free from her hair and watched her stumble backwards a few steps.

“Now, take off the cloak.”

Force of Magick

Book 3 of the Pentacles of Magick series

ELIZA GAYLE

Chapter One

Raven’s back bowed up and away from the bed as she fought desperately against her restraints. Cries of anguish tore from her mouth as Denn watched her helplessly. Night after night she’d suffered nightmares to the point he had to restrain her for fear she might hurt herself. She should have awakened by now. Physically her body was ready, but something—some mental anguish, he would guess—kept her asleep.

“She’s at it again, huh?” Jake’s smooth voice at his ear startled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, and I don’t know what more I can do for her. It’s frustrating as hell.”

“You’ve done a lot already, as much as you can. I assume even a witch as powerful as the great Dennison Scott has some limits that only nature can resolve.”

Denn smiled at Jake’s words. The man had a way of knowing exactly what he was thinking. “There’s something about her.”

“I can see that. You’ve been walking around here for days trying to hide the hard-on in your pants every time you come from this room.”

“Don’t be crass, Jake. She’s been ill, and I’m doing all I can to heal her. Besides, it’s not as if I’m going to forget she almost killed my brother.”

Jake shrugged. “Yeah that’s true, but some things you can’t control. You’ve learned that lesson by now.”

“Don’t go looking for something that isn’t there, Jake.”

“You’re just lying to yourself now. She fucking turns you on and you know it.” The hard edge to his words surprised Denn.

“Not jealous, are you?”

“Fuck you,” Jake snarled.

“Anytime.”

“Look whose being crass now. Not to mention defensive. Exactly how attracted to her are you?”

Denn sighed, letting his shoulders relax. He didn’t want to think about Jake’s words and what they meant. His concern for the witch only stemmed from the fact that her condition hadn’t improved by much. She fluctuated day to day. Most days when he looked in on her, her color would be improved and her body shifted restlessly as if she was trying to wake up, but then by the time he got through with a physical exam she’d be still and pale, looking worse than before he started. He didn’t get it. However, these fluctuations were all good reasons to explain the amount of time he spent with her on a day-to-day basis. Simple as that.

“I’m just concerned about her, Jake. She should be awake by now. I’m not going to deny that being near her, touching her stirs something inside me every time I touch her, but it’s not a big deal. I mean, look at her. She’s a beautiful woman and I’m not completely immune to that fact.”

“Uh huh. Not a big deal. Gotcha.”

Denn gave the witch on the bed one last glance before turning to look at Jake. They were about the same height, but the similarities between them stopped there. Where he was dark haired with a fair complexion, Jake had sun lightened brown hair and tanned skin. They both worked out in the gym together nearly everyday, but Jake was a runner. He left the house each morning at the crack of dawn for a long run alone through the French quarter. Denn understood Jake’s need for solace. New Orleans was an exciting city that buzzed constantly with energy that pulled people in every direction. In the early morning hours Jake could find a quiet peace within the city he dearly loved. What Jake didn’t realize was the energy he exuded when he returned. It crackled across his aura and urged Denn to partake.

“You really do sound jealous, Jake.” Denn stepped closer as he watched the spark of anger in Jake’s eyes. His lover didn’t enjoy being called on his emotions, and Denn couldn’t resist pushing his buttons every chance he got. A riled up Jake fresh from a run came with some incredible benefits.

“Stop doing that, Denn, you know it pisses me off.”

“Stop doing what?” He took another step closer, bringing their bodies mere inches away from each other. Sexual energy radiated off of Jake, making his own dick even harder, if that was possible. Jake was right about one thing, touching the witch gave him a raging hard-on that he desperately needed to ease.

“You are such a bastard, Denn.”

“Yeah, and you love every minute of it, don’t you?” He reached down and cupped Jake’s