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

she wore nothing else under that shirt except a teeny tiny pair of white panties. Something neither of them needed to be thinking about. Jake blew out a harsh breath.

This was going to be a long damn day.

Chapter Four

Hot water sluiced over her shoulders and slid down her back, the warmth seeping into her skin. Goddess that felt good. Her thoughts wandered to just a short while ago when she had awakened to the unfamiliar sensation of a large male hand stroking her bare belly and heat pooling in her lower body in response. She’d cracked open her eyes to find an incredibly built man sitting next to her bed applying some sort of herbal lotion to her skin. His light brown wavy hair fell across his face as he bent down to his task. Thinking now, she knew waking up like that should have not only shocked her, but by every right she should have attacked him then. Yet something about him soothed her. His familiar voice lulled her, while he continued talking to her as if she still slept.

Eventually the fog in her brain his touch created dissipated and she’d realized she had to take action to get him away from her. It was either that or she was going to start moaning from the touch of a perfect stranger. The whole situation made absolutely no sense to her.

She’d heard stories about the incredible power that Cash and his brothers could wield, but when she’d gone after Cash for the Reverend, she’d miscalculated his strong moral code and found herself helpless underneath Cash’s attack.

But she wasn’t in Boston anymore, just the few glimpses out the windows as she’d ran from room to room looking for a way out had given her a pretty good view of Bourbon Street in the distance. She was in New Orleans. On vacation she would have been celebrating, as this town was her favorite to escape to, but Dennison Scott and his unknown friend were holding her captive. He wasn’t exactly unknown, though, was he? She knew his name was Jake and she had strange recollections of him caring for her the last few days. A reverent touch. Well-placed kisses to her heated skin…

Her soapy hands roamed over her body, lingering around her sensitive breasts and their hardened tips. Why did thoughts of a certain tall man with light hair and amber-colored eyes have her body burning with desire despite the obvious danger? Her fingertips grazed against her nipples where she couldn’t resist pulling and teasing them a little more. Sensation sizzled through her as the heat climbed higher in her body. A slight moan sounded in her throat at the delicious tingling in her breasts and pussy. The temptation to touch her clit and bring herself to orgasm rattled through as she fought to regain control over her traitorous body.

Stop it. What are you doing?

Her brain finally registered her lack of focus on the reality of her situation. She stopped rubbing her body. Determined to put these insane thoughts out of her head, Raven turned the water to an almost frigid temperature and quickly finished her shower. Drying off with the towel, she contemplated her options. Physical escape didn’t seem possible. Denn’s magick was far greater than hers, and as long as she was in this house she could barely even call up a wisp of her own power. Her temples pounded. Just trying it had given her the headache from hell.

First things first. Exactly how much time had passed since the fight with Cash? She walked over to the door and hollered through it. “How long was I unconscious, Jake?”

She heard muffled voices but no one answered her. She raised her fist and pounded on the door. “Can you hear me out there?”

“You were asleep for more than two weeks, Raven.” A strong but quiet voice spoke just on the other side of the door. Not Jake, though. Dennison. A chill swept over her skin, raising goose bumps and sending a shiver up her spine. She’d only seen him for a short time, but like Jake, there was something familiar about him as well. When he’d stood so close to her at the courtyard door, his clean male scent assaulted her senses and for a brief moment he’d paralyzed her. If she closed her eyes now and concentrated she could almost smell him again. Raven inhaled. What would it be like to run her naked body against his? Blend their scents together?

Oh, Goddess, she was in so much trouble in this house. What the hell was wrong with her? Her brain should be calculating every avenue of potential escape from them. The only thing that mattered was formulating a plan. She needed to report back to the Rev. What must he be thinking about her disappearance by now? And why the hell hadn’t he figured out where she was? He had said all of the brothers were under surveillance.

“Raven, are you okay in there? Do you need anything? Are you sure you don’t want one of us to help you? You’ve been very ill, you need to be careful not to overdo it.”

“Don’t worry, mother hen, I’m going to be fine.” She leaned into the door, smiling. Denn seemed to have a soft side. Perfect. A weakness to exploit. She pushed off the door and reached for the clean clothes they had provided. Really large sweat pants and another soft gray t-shirt. No bra or panties, so if she continued to get aroused around them she was going to have a damn hard time hiding it. She sighed as she knotted the corner of the overly large pants at her waist. That would at least hold them up.

First thing she needed to do was find a way to get a message to her coven or Scott. Preferably Scott. She wasn’t sure she could trust anyone in the group to actually convey a message to the Reverend. They were all scared to