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

Chapter Three

Rage burned through him as he watched the woman drive away with Graelen. The blackness flowed freely and the desire to destroy overwhelmed him. What is she doing here? And why would she help one of the evil ones?

He had to find out their plans. With Samhain approaching all of their powers would be stronger, even his own. He would definitely need a boost, and he knew just where to get it.

“Boss.” He turned towards the voice calling him. “Charlie didn't make it. Whatever that asshole hit him with burned a hole right through him. He didn't stand a chance. What the hell is going on here?”

His energy surged and built.

“Your eyes, sir. They—They—Black—” The idiot backed up, holding up his hands.

“You and Charlie failed to get the girl. It was a simple task. Not too much to ask for.” He inched forward.

“I'm sorry, sir—”

“Shut up.” He raised his hands to show the energy forming in his palm. “Clearly you were not the right men for the job. All that's left for me to do here is clean up the mess.” He flung the energy at the coward cringing in front of him, striking his heart and absorbing the fear and shock emanating from the man. He looked down at the limp and empty dead body, the beginning of a smile tipped up the corners of his mouth. His power rolled through him like the churning seas of a hurricane. More. He needed more.

Relief washed over Rena when they drove through the gates of Graelen’s estate. The ordeal had scared her more than she cared to admit. The entire ride here her hands had shook uncontrollably until finally she’d slipped them under her thighs. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she would probably be safer with him than at her cheap motel with its flimsy chain latch to keep people out.

Neither had spoken the entire ride back to his home, the silence filling the car until it threatened to choke her. She assumed that, like her, he was trying to figure out what the hell happened back there. She doubted men firing on her from a rooftop, with weapons more powerful than varmint rifles, were just random criminals. The more likely scenario was that someone targeted her. But why? What would someone want from me?

Generally people don't chase after historians. It wasn’t exactly a dangerous profession. Plus a loner like her didn't even get out much. She frequently spent days on end working in her office at the museum. And lately her obsession with the Tarot had kept her at work. She hadn't left the building for weeks until she decided to come out here.

Wait. Her body stiffened as the possibility dawned on her.

“Graelen, do you think this has something to do with the Tarot cards I brought you?” She turned in her seat leaning closer to him.

She brushed his arm with her fingers and the same small spark of energy crackled between them. Her hand tingled, and it was damned annoying. But she took a form of comfort in being close to him and his power, even if she didn't really understand it.

He braked the car to a stop in front of the house killing the engine before turning to look at her. “You're playing with fire every time you touch me like that.”

She jerked her hand away, dumbfounded by his statement.

“We have a lot to talk about, don't we, Rena?” He leaned close to her, stopping scant inches from her mouth. “Looks like you're not going anywhere any time soon.” The planes of his face maintained his cool appearance, but the heat in his gaze gave away his true thoughts. “Like it or not, I'm in control now.”

His statement should have offended her, scared her even, but instead her already thrumming pussy pulsed and her nipples tightened to painful hard points of flesh. All she could focus on were his lips so close to her own. She noticed a tiny scar on the side of his lower lip, and without thought she reached up and ran her finger across the tiny patch of skin.

“No,” she whispered across his mouth before tentatively touching them with her own, igniting the firestorm within them. His mouth slanted over hers with a rough, demanding pressure. His tongue pushed through her lips, seeking out the deep intimacies of her heated mouth. Her calm shattered with his musky taste and hungry kiss.

She didn't understand this connection between them. But his close proximity had her body heating quickly in preparation.

Thoughts of Tarot cards and guns fled her mind to be replaced with warm skin, biting teeth, and power. Yes, as the intensity of his kiss continued to devour her mouth more of his power seeped into her. With every added touch her body sizzled from the energy he carried. His sexual wants and needs towards her flooded her system. As her body softened under the onslaught, his power changed. Something dark struck her mind.

“Get out of the car, Rena.” His sudden withdrawal startled her as his order seeped into her lust soaked brain. “Unless you want me to fuck you right here like a sex starved teen, get out of the car.”

Too confused by his sudden surge of anger, Rena grabbed up her stuff and fumbled for the door handle. Stepping into the night, she gulped in the fresh air in an attempt to clear her mind. He made it so hard for her to think straight.

Graelen stepped up behind her. Close. His heat seeped through her clothing to wrap around her. His head dipped until his lips grazed her neck. She couldn't breathe. Not with the delicious sizzle of his mouth on her skin.

“Are you ready to dance with the devil?” His whispered words sent shivers along her spine. He hadn't touched her and yet his voice had malevolently entwined her. Something about this incredible man made her want to rip off her clothes and beg him to take