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

been trying to heal her, he’d actually been harming her. Without even knowing it he’d gone from Dennison Scott the healer to Dennison Scott the killer.

Chapter Three

Jake rubbed the herbal potion in a circular pattern across Raven’s bare, flat stomach. The contrast between his work roughened hands and her unblemished skin thrilled him. So much so that his cock was now pressed so tight against his zipper he wondered if he might break it. He could certainly hammer fucking nails with it.

No wonder Denn had spent so much time in here. Just touching her was like a sexual aphrodisiac, the effect so strong that he found himself spending a lot more time in here than he needed to. Were all witches this potent?

With Denn unable to touch her, Jake followed his directions and took care of her all day and evening. Occasionally he would find Denn standing in the doorway watching her. Yearning for her, if the look on his face was any indication of what was really going on with him. If he hadn’t experienced some of the same feelings and desires toward the witch, he might be jealous. Denn was his lover, after all.

Between Denn’s confusion and his guilt they’d certainly become the pair. What a fucked up mess he’d landed in. Not that he’d trade a second of his time with Denn for anything.

Once all the lotion had been applied, he loosened the rope on her left wrist. God, how he hated that they had to restrain her but afraid she would hurt herself in her nightmares, they’d had no choice. There were fresh red streaks on the inside of her wrist from her latest episode that his thumb passed over in a caressing motion. Unable to resist, he brought her wrist to his lips and rained kisses all around her weary skin.

Not paying attention to anything but the chafed skin of his patient’s wrist, he was shocked when her hand jerked out of his grasp and fastened around his throat in the blink of an eye. Her fingers dug into the vulnerable skin between his jaw and shoulder blade, nearly rendering him helpless. He looked into her midnight blue eyes and saw pure rage and fear—she wanted her freedom. His throat constricted as she cut off his air supply, and he swung his arm down in a circular motion, hitting at the weak part of the wrist, forcing her fingers apart long enough for him to twist out of her grasp and rocket off the chair next to the bed.

“Dammit, woman, are you trying to kill me?” He massaged his throat as she continued to stare at him with a venomous anger that might maim him if he got even an inch closer.

“Where am I? What the hell is going on? Why the fuck am I tied to a bed? Untie me right now,” she ordered.

“If you’ll calm down for a minute, I’ll get Denn and we can explain what happened to you. Jesus, chill.” He watched her lips move again, but the sound coming out was whispered and fast. On and on, she spoke.

“What? I can’t understand you.” Still, she didn’t stop, and it finally dawned on him that she wasn’t trying to talk to him but instead was chanting. Fuck, she was trying to work a spell. Panic flooded him as he reached for an idea to protect himself.

Calm down, Jake, you know her magick won’t work in this house.

Denn made sure of that as soon as he brought her home. Yet the more she chanted the louder she got. The fine hairs on his arms stood on end as a whisper of power buzzed around his body.

“Denn!” he shouted. Where the fuck was he?

“Your magick won’t work here, Raven.” Her chant ceased abruptly as she lifted her cold gaze back to his face. “That’s right. This house has been warded up tight against witches like you. The only magick that works in here is Scott Magick.”

“I demand to be released. You can’t hold me here like this. My coven will be searching for me and when they find me you can be sure there will be hell to pay for this.”

“Are you sure about that, witch? You’ve been here for weeks and we haven’t heard a peep about you from any coven, local or in Boston.” Again her gaze registered shock at his words. “Yes, we know exactly who you are. Hell, with Gralen’s research we probably know more about you than you know yourself. You’ve got quite the colorful past.”

Her eyes turned hard again. “Why am I being held here? I’ve never known the Scott clan to be violent.” Her voice grew stronger with every word out of her mouth. Already she had gained some strength since she woke up. Amazing, really, how well Denn’s magick could work when applied correctly.

“You’ve been ill. You fell sick in Boston and Denn brought you here to heal.”

“Kidnapped, you mean. And I didn’t exactly ‘fall’ sick now, did I? That bastard Cash almost killed me.” She struggled with the loose bed sheet, trying to pull it up, until finally it gave and she was able to cover her partial nudity. “I’ve heard rumors for years about the depraved sexual practices of the Scott twins.” She struggled against the ropes. “But this is a little ridiculous, don’t you think? They really have to resort to unwilling victims now?”

Jake bit back a laugh at the incredulous look on her face. She sure was a sassy little thing. “You’re only tied up because we were afraid you were going to hurt yourself in your sleep.” She fell silent at his statement, not only that but she also she turned her face away, focusing on the far wall. “I take it you’re not surprised by that fact?” Still she said nothing.

Several awkward minutes later she spoke. “So, who are you? You don’t look familiar to me, you can’t be a Scott.”

“You know all of them, huh? Not just the