Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) (4 page)

As the last of the words left her mouth, Graelen slammed his
cock deep into her wet, warm pussy. Tight heat wrapped around him, threatening
the last of his sanity. Without hesitation he withdrew to the tip and thrust in
again, lifting her ass off the table and her pussy further onto his cock.

His control completely lost, he continued to bury himself
over and over again. He pumped hard with little thought of anything other than
the fist tight grip of her body that held him with every plunge of his hips.

As his orgasm built within his body, his movements quickened
and he lost his grip on Rena's arms. Her hands wrapped around his ass and urged
him to take her even harder. All the while, her whimpers and moans told him
just how close she was to coming herself. He was faintly aware of knickknacks
falling from the table and wall around them, but was too lost in his pleasure
to care.

His balls tightened painfully against his body as Rena
screamed and writhed when her orgasm ripped through her. Her muscles clamped
harder around his cock, forcing his own orgasm to suddenly explode from his
body. He gripped her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her slender neck
as he pistoned his hips with the urgent need to come deep in her body.

When Graelen was able to release her hair she slumped
forward against his chest. Her breath kissed his skin with every pant for air.
He wrapped his arms protectively around her as he soothed her, and worried if
he'd been too rough. His needs were straightforward to a man like him, but
likely confused a woman as soft as her. He slid his fingers through her silky
hair, breathing in her incredibly unique scent now mingling with the smells of
great sex.

Within moments her breathing slowed to a nice steady rhythm
and he realized she had drifted off. Smiling, he gently swung her into his arms
to carry her to his bed. She needed to rest, because when she woke his already
hardening cock would demand more from her. He may not understand exactly what
they had between them, but he was far from sated.

He looked down at her forgotten bags and saw one of his
family's Tarot cards had fallen from her pack.

Stolen. Betrayed.

The implication of that card lying there slammed into him as
common sense flooded his head, forcing him out of fantasy land and into the
here and now, which meant her presence here was destined to destroy what was
left of his family. An occurrence he wouldn't—couldn’t allow.

Anger simmered to the surface as he considered how easily a
sweet face and sensual body had lured him. Whatever her game, she’d managed to
grab the upper hand right under his nose. Well, he would show her what happened
to women like that. When she awoke she'd be shocked to see that she was no
longer in control. Instead she would have to face one pissed off witch.

Chapter Four

Rousing from a deep sleep, Rena's lids fluttered open.
Disoriented, she tried to remember how and when she fell asleep or even where
she was. With a slight movement of her hips she groaned at the tight, aching
pains of her body. Dawning swept over her as she remembered the intense
encounter with Graelen in the hallway of his house. Practically from the moment
she'd touched the tapestry a firestorm had taken them over. She smiled as she
recalled every delicious detail of his rough, dominating demands. Never before
had a man taken her with such hunger and urgency, or given her such pleasure.
It had been a scene right out of her wildest fantasies.

She couldn't help but wonder if he would be up for more. She
giggled. Maybe this time she would do the taking. Rena attempted to move and
suddenly realized that she couldn’t, her arms and legs were bound to the
corners of the bed. Fear and confusion knotted inside her. Her gaze frantically
searched the room for a sign—something, to find she was now utterly
alone.

Instinctively she struggled against the bonds. Have to get
free. After several minutes of accomplishing nothing but chafing her ankles and
wrists, she relaxed her cramping limbs. She needed to think. This was no time
to figure out how or why this happened. She had to come up with a plan to get
free. Then she’d hunt down the bastard who did this to her and find out what the
hell had happened. Where she’d gone wrong.

“Graelen!” she yelled for him but the house remained eerily
quiet. “Where the hell are you?” A quick and disturbing thought flickered into
her mind. What if Graelen wasn't the one who did this to her? What if he was in
some sort of trouble, too? In the aftermath of last night's shooting she didn't
know what to expect. At those terrifying thoughts she renewed her struggle to
free herself.

He might be counting on her for help.

After what seemed like hours she collapsed against the bed.
Her nude body was covered in a thin film of sweat, her wrists and ankles ached
from the abrasions, and the rest of her body continued to feel the effects of
sex with Graelen. The man had a ravenous sexual appetite, all consuming and
powerful. She could nearly feel his large hands gripping her thighs, burning
their imprint forever in her memory.

She valiantly fought the stinging sensation in her eyes, but
ultimately lost the battle as a single tear slid down her cheek.

“What's wrong, Rena, don't like having the tables turned on
you?” Her head whipped around at the sound of his voice to find Graelen
lounging against the bedpost.

“Graelen.” Her voice cracked as she tried to talk. “What the
hell is going on? Are you okay?”

Laughter rolled from deep in his chest, filling the room
with its mocking sound. Comprehension snaked along her spine as her brain
struggled to keep up with the truth that stood before her.

“You did this? You tied me to your bed and left me for
hours?” Shock yielded quickly to fury as she renewed her fight against the
bindings.

“You're wasting your time, baby. Bondage is my specialty and
you won't get free until I say you can.” His features hardened as he spoke,
leaving Rena to ponder what the hell she'd gotten herself into.

Using her most authoritative voice, Rena made her demands
clear. “Graelen Scott, I demand that you release me right this minute. This
game you’re playing is not amusing.” She fought the restraints at her ankles
and her wrists, only to watch the corner of his mouth twitch with exasperation
over her futile efforts.

“I assure you, Ms. Gallagher, I hardly find the fact that
you’re here to destroy my family a game.” Stunned by his latest statement, she
watched his scowl deepen as she frantically tried to rack her brain for what
the hell he was talking about.

“Did I miss something? Did we have a conversation that I've
completely forgotten? Why the hell would I want to destroy your family? I don’t
even know you!” Her blood boiled and was about to spill over into a full-on
rage. She pulled harder on the bonds, ignoring the pain shooting through her
limbs. She wanted to get free so she could hurt him. Maybe knock some sense
into him. Never mind he had about a foot and close to a hundred pounds on her.
She didn't understand what kind of crap he was pulling, but he sure wasn't
going to get away with it. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Who was shooting at us last night, Rena?” He clenched his
mouth tighter, giving him a sinister look.

“How the hell am I supposed to know? I didn't have any
trouble until I came here.”

“Exactly. Now that I've had time to think about it, it seems
like someone was trying to scare me off of you or make sure they got you away
from me.”

“Graelen, you're not making any sense.” She twisted and
fought, desperate to free herself. Her lip trembled as she returned his glare.

“Stop pulling on the ropes like that. You're just hurting
yourself.” He walked forward, stopping at the edge of the bed. His fingers
wrapped around her bare arms as he attempted to still her body. The shift was
lightening fast as sheer black fright rolled through her, swamping her own
thoughts with his. Yes, the anger was still there, but more importantly his
anxiety for his brothers touched her. More deeply than she wanted. The thought
of his enormous burden tore through her insides as she fought to absorb his
pain.

“Rena, stop. You’ve got to be hurting yourself when you try
to touch my emotions.”

“I can't help it. The shields I've built over the years to
protect myself don't work with you.” She sucked in air in shallow pants.
“Something is happening here. It's as if—as if your power, your magick,
even your strength are combining with mine.” Her body warmed making everything
tingle from the top of her head to her toes. “Bonding together.” She gasped.
“Oh God, it’s so wild. I see everything now.”

“You shouldn't be here. It was a mistake to let you in.
Things are confused now. Your role in all of this is unclear.”

“My role? I only wanted answers to the questions that have
plagued me. I was compelled to come here by them. That's not fair, laying the
blame on me.”

“Prophecies don't lie, Rena.”

“No, but they are misinterpreted all the time. Why do you
think I have a job?” Her body trembled with her words, her voice catching in her
throat. “You're being a damned fool letting your so-called curse rule you
instead of—”

“Please don't do that, Rena. I can't take it.”

She saw the concern, raw and vivid, blazing in his eyes.

“What are you talking about now?” she sobbed. It was all too
much. She wasn't sure she could take another reproach from him. Her own anger
dissipated quickly as she sorted through his emotions. Somehow she was linked
to his fear for his family and his internal struggle broke her heart.

“Your tears, baby. They're killing me.” His hand swept
across her cheek to wipe a tear she didn’t know had fallen. She turned her head
into his hand wishing it were her body curling into his. Her overwhelming need
to comfort this man rode her hard. She wanted to prove to him that she would
never cause him or his family harm.

Her lips brushed his palm with a whisper of a kiss. The heat
she found there seeped through her as lust curled tight in her belly.

“This can’t happen again. Whatever this even is.” He shook
his head. “I don’t know what to believe.” The incredible sadness in his voice
broke her. She no longer cared that she was tied to his bed. Only that her body
ached for his.

“Graelen, please.”

“I know, Rena. I feel it, too. This incredible pull… I need
you. But more importantly, I need it on my terms.” His voice lowered yet
somehow sounded firmer, more in control. “Can you give me that? Do you want
to?” Instinctively she knew exactly what he wanted and her body wept to do
exactly as told. To others he may appear calm and cold, but his emotions
churning inside told her the real story.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice so low she wondered for a moment if
she'd spoken the words out loud, until she noticed the wry grin he tried to
hide.

“Be sure, baby. Because despite my reservations about you
and your motives, I plan to have you every way that a man like me can.”

A chill swept over her at his words, hardening her nipples
to tight peaks. Her reaction to him didn't go unnoticed as his hands reached
for her breasts. He pinched and rolled the tips tightly with a constant
increase of pressure and pain streaking through them as he tortured her
nipples. She bit her bottom lip, attempting to stop her cries, but a low moan
escaped.

“You want this, Rena, don't you?” She hesitated a moment.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need, baby.” Instead of waiting for her answer, his
hands stroked down her belly, heightening her arousal to a fever pitch as her
body screamed and ached for more. When his fingers slipped through the dark
curls surrounding her sex, the muscles clenched in anticipation of that first
touch. Liquid fire pooled between her lips, readying her for his thrusts.

Bypassing her aching bud, he slid through her moist folds,
spreading her cream across her flesh. “Dear Goddess, Rena, you are so fucking
ready for me.” Without further warning two fingers were roughly thrust into her
passage, setting off a storm of sensation against her sensitive tissue.

“Oh. Oh. Please.” Her fingers flexed in an instinct to grab
a hold of him, stopped by the rope. Her muscles quivered as the build up
gathered around the fingers he ruthlessly continued to glide into her flesh.

“Please what, baby?” His strokes taunted her continuously as
she wriggled and fought the bonds trying to rub her clit against his hand.

“Take me. Use me. Fuck me.”

A deep smile crossed his face as his devilish intent
sparkled in his eyes. He removed his fingers from her body, leaving her close
to coming with no immediate relief apparent. “No. Oh, Graelen, please, please
don't stop.” She heard her own needy cries trembling from her lips, yet nothing
could have kept her from begging. Her cheeks burned with equal parts
humiliation and exhilaration.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the
floor, revealing a strength and power in his muscled torso she had only
imagined the first time. His tawny skin rippled over the bunched muscles as he
unfastened his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His boxer briefs
strained under the pressure of his engorged cock, the tip of which was visible
at the edge of the waistband. Her heart beat frantically in her chest at the
sight when his fingers dove to the waistband, shoving his briefs along the
smooth muscles of his thighs.

The thick shaft jutting heavy from the dark patch of hair as
he approached her riveted Rena. Before she even had time to wonder what it
would feel like in her mouth, he covered her body with his own, nudging the
head of his cock against her slick opening. She gasped her pleasure as she
bucked her hips upward, attempting to lodge him deeper. Instead he eased back
onto his knees, removing his cock from her pussy. She whimpered in agony at the
loss.

His feisty historian was making him crazy. The blazing heat
of her pussy almost more than he could bear. Goddess, he couldn’t remember ever
feeling this out of control. Not even as a teenager. Good thing she was still
tied up or there would be no stopping her. The little whimpers and moans
escaping from her plump lips went straight to his head, not to mention the need
rippling through his balls. More. He had to have more. Holding back was simply
not an option any longer. He needed to come and come hard. In slow motion he
pushed inside, savoring the tight muscles that parted for him. The pleasure of
the tight grip of her cunt around his flesh whipped over and around him. Power
sparked. Unable to bear another second he powered inside until his balls
slapped her ass.

He knew he should take his time so as not to scare her half
to death, but her gasps and sexy exclamations spurred him to heights he
couldn't come back from as he continued his ruthless thrusts into her body. He
pounded his hard dick mercilessly into her pussy as release welled in his
balls, drawing his sac tight against his body. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder
as her muscles clenched around his cock with a rush of liquid heat.

“Well, it looks like you've got her in the right position,
but I don't think you’re supposed to fuck the enemy, brother.” His brother's
voice seeped into his lust filled brain as his balls emptied all he was and all
he had into her spasming body.

“Ah, fuck. Cash, get the hell out of my room!” He managed to
roar the words as his body was racked by incredible sensations. He fucked into
her deep, hard while watching her beautiful eyes glaze over in the throes of
passion. He doubted she'd even heard Cash's voice. Damn that fucker. He was
going to kill him for this.

“Graelen. Stop.”

His body stilled instantly at her words as he realized he
must have been hurting her with his brutal demands on her body.

“Graelen, what's wrong? Your anger. It's pushing at me.” Her
voice came out in breathless little pants as she tried to recover.

He slipped from her body and quickly rolled off of her,
noticing Cash had wisely left the room. He deftly removed the bindings from her
wrists and ankles, gently rubbing the chafed skin. Her arms trembled under his
touch as unexpected guilt swept through him. Damn this woman. She had him tied
up in knots after just one day and now his brother was here and pissed on top
of that.

He pulled her into his arms and lie back in the bed with her
cradled against his body, absorbing her heat.

“I'm sorry, Rena, I didn't mean to hurt you. I hadn't
intended to be so rough.”

“You didn't hurt me like that, Graelen.” She twisted her
body around so that she faced him. Her eyes were soft and full of concern. “You
got upset and angry at the end. I felt it and it scared me. What happened?”