Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) (6 page)

Out of breath from her mad spree, she sat down at the bottom
of the stairs. What did I miss? Where had she not searched? She got up and
retraced her steps to the kitchen, looking with a closer eye for signs someone
else had been here. Other than the aroma of the fresh brewed coffee she had
made and the few dishes she'd used, the room was spotless.

It was then she noticed the two doors at the far end of the
room. A pantry, she presumed. Fear shuddered down her spine at the possibility
of what she might find inside. Walking across the room, she yanked the door on
the right open. Very much like ripping off a Band-Aid, just do it. When nothing
fell from the closet she let go of the breath she didn't realize she'd been
holding, a long sigh escaping her lips. Inside the large, walk-in closet was
shelf after shelf of food supplies. Everything from jars of peanut butter to
nacho chips. She'd have to keep this in mind when all was well again.

Closing the door, she leaned against it, letting her head
fall back onto the wood. Get a grip, Rena. There is no need to panic. She
gripped the knob of the second door, pulling it open. Stairs. Winding down in
front of her was a staircase leading into a pitch-black space. She searched the
inside doorway for a light switch, not wanting to go down into a darkened
basement. When her fingers touched on the switch she flicked it on, watching a
soft yellow glow illuminate the stairway and not much else.

Knowing she didn't have much of a choice, she began her
descent into the basement. She walked with her mental shield completely down,
trying to sense any sign of Graelen, Cash, or trouble. At the bottom of the
steps there was enough light to see where she was going as well as get a
partial look around. Her feet stepped on cushioned carpet, an unexpected sensation
for a basement. She could make out low-lying furniture that were likely couches
in the far corner, and here in the middle of the room stood a large pool table.
It seemed the basement wasn't a basement at all, but a men's playroom. She
snickered.

Why am I not surprised?

Continuing through the room and beyond the other toys, she
headed for the double doors at the end of the room. These doors were made of
heavy steel and they didn't just ease open. This was it. If trouble was to be
found she imagined it would be inside the steel fortified room. With a sharp
intake of air she pushed her shoulder against the door as hard as she could.
When the door popped open easier than she'd expected, she found herself falling
down onto her hands and knees.

A wall of hot, humid air slapped at her, surprising her. The
smell of chlorine assaulted her senses. Chlorine?

She raised her eyes from the floor, squinting to adjust to
the brightness, taking in her first look of the room. Her eyes widened at the
sight before her. Where a normal estate like this might have included an indoor
swimming area, not here. No ordinary pool for Graelen Scott. Before her was an
elaborate swimming grotto complete with caves, waterfalls, and a black bottomed
pool to mimic what one would find in nature. The area was breathtaking.

Having grown up near many natural springs, surprising her
family with a natural talent for swimming and diving, Rena grew giddy at the
sight before her. That was when she noticed the man swimming across the length
of the larger pool. His bare, sleek muscled arms sliced through the water,
propelling him to the other side at a good clip. Unable to resist, she ran
along the pool's edge, catching up with him before hastily removing her
clothing and diving into the water, arching her body to place her right
underneath him.

When his hands reached around her waist to pull her to the
surface, she couldn't resist a satisfied smile. Breaking the water's surface
she choked on some of the water that ran from her hair to her face.

“What the hell, Rena? You trying to scare me to death?” His
booming voice sounded angry, but the undeniable spark of humor was what she saw
in his eyes.

“Me? What about you? You could have left me a note or
something letting me know where you were. I just spent the last thirty minutes
scared witless because I couldn't find you. And not only couldn't I find you,
but I couldn't feel you, either.” She stopped and stood still. Reaching out. “I
still can't. What's going on, Graelen?”

“It's the water, it shields me.”

“What do you mean it shields—ohh, water is your
element. I was wondering about that. Wouldn't have pegged you as water,
though.”

“Yep, and in this room with this much water I am pretty hard
to get to. Just being here restores all the energy you've been stealing from me
these past couple of days.”

For a moment she was shocked, thinking she was robbing him
of his crucial protective energy. Until, she looked into his eyes and realized
exactly what he was referring to.

“Ohhh. You—you are incorrigible, teasing me like
that.” She dove for him but he easily moved from within her grasp. He swam over
to the edge of the waterfall and dove underneath it, reappearing on the other
side. She followed. As she moved closer to the waterfall the water warmed quite
a bit, soothing her own sore muscles. When she came up on the other side of the
fall she realized it was a spa on this side tucked inside the cave.

It was hard to even imagine that she was still inside a
house. There were exotic plants blooming sweet smelling flowers among the bank
of rocks, the light filtering into the cave even resembled bright sunshine.
Graelen had created a paradise in his home.

“You like?”

“Oh, Grae, it's incredible. I have always been drawn to the
water but this—” She waved her arms around. “This is beyond anything I
could have imagined.”

“Good, I'm glad you like it. I spend a lot of time here
whenever I can. My magick is strong here, and it makes even simple spells work
better.”

She arched her brow, curious to learn more about his magick.
“So what exactly can a water witch like yourself do?”

“Almost anything I want.” The look on his face pure
mischief, and she wondered what he was up to. She didn't have to wait long to
find out.

She startled when long, warm fingers stroked her foot,
caressing her ankles before traveling up her leg.

She looked at Graelen all the way across the spa, not moving
an inch. “How?”

“Water is mine to command. To bend and use as I will. As
long as I respect it, it will do as I wish. I can shape it, convert it and move
it.” The fingers she felt on her legs continued to move up her legs, skimming
the surface with a light sensual brush. She gasped at the sensation. She tried
to remind herself it was just water but it didn't feel like water. It felt
identical to the sensations of Graelen running his hands across her body.

As the caressing water continued to move, her pussy
throbbed, aching to be touched.

“Oh, Grae, you should stop.”

“Should I really? You really want me to stop?” Just then a
thick finger glanced across her clit, shooting a streak of pleasure throughout
her. She pitched slightly forward before the water caught her, cradling her
head above the surface. More fingers touched her, massaging her backside,
streaking up and down her thighs.

When the first touch of what felt like a tongue swiped
across her swollen labia, she cried out with the need to come, caught herself,
and held on to the sensation. Part of Rena's mind concentrated on the hot
tongue lapping at her slit, while the other part pictured how many pairs of hands
were touching her. One. Two. Three. With Graelen's magick he could give
her—

“Ohhhhhh…” One of the fingers massaging her bottom dipped
into her crease and began pushing its way into her smaller, tighter hole.

Graelen chose that moment to walk forward and join in,
dragging his calloused finger across her clit. Rena screamed, unable to hold it
back this time as her orgasm exploded, muscles clenching tight within her.
Graelen continued to stroke her as she rode out her orgasm hard against his
hand. Thinking of three men taking her all at once pushed her farther than she
thought, it was a while before she caught her breath. When she finally
collapsed she realized she was now cradled in the warm embrace of his arms.

“Let's go to bed, Rena.”

She heard the water of the adjoining shower shut off and she
jumped back in Graelen's bed to wait for him to join her. And this time she
wouldn't be tied up. She smiled as she recalled their fast and furious
lovemaking. Too bad he wasn't still lying next to her now. Her body craved more
of his demanding touch.

“Already awake, I see.” His voice rumbled through her,
further inflaming her need.

“Mmm hmm.” She rolled towards his voice and drank in his
appearance. Low riding faded pants molded to thick thighs. His chest was still
bare and her gaze roamed over every smooth, golden inch. She admired the hard
contours of bone and sinew, the tightness of his abdomen that trailed beneath
the waistband of his pants, leaving her with an uncontrollable itch to rip them
from his legs, freeing his cock for her exploration.

She licked her lips and dragged her gaze back up to his
brilliant green eyes that were twinkling with amusement as he stood watching
her perusal.

“Like what you see, baby?”

She nodded and scrambled off the bed, sinking onto her knees
in front of him. She watched his rapidly growing erection as she contemplated
her plan. Wait for his permission, or take what she wanted?

“I need you again.” Her simple statement resulted in a deep
groan from Graelen.

She spied the glowing hunger in his eyes just before she
lowered her lashes to focus once again on the bulge in front of her. Feeling
quite bold this morning, she decided to go for it. Her shaking fingers fumbled
with his buttons for a moment until finally she was able to glide his zipper
down, one tick at a time before freeing his rigid shaft.

His hands slid through her hair, grasping tightly as he
wrapped it around his hands. She pulled in a lungful of air just before he
tugged her mouth onto his cock head, his size stretching and filling her with
an intoxicating blend of submission and control. Her tongue made sweeping,
swirling motions around the tip devouring the salty essence of his pre come.

“Oh, fuck, Rena.” His voice was harsh and uneven as his hips
bucked forcing himself deeper in her mouth.

As their essences bonded together, as they did every time
they touched each other, her mind crowded with unfamiliar images. Two young men
racing around a track trying to out do one another, then they were fighting in
a boxing ring, not each other but rather as a tag team against two much larger
men. The larger pair looked plenty capable of winning the match, but together
the two men seemed unstoppable.

The next image of them stopped her cold. The same two men in
bed with a beautiful red-headed woman between them.

The three of them engaged in rough and raw sex. The woman
was on her knees on the bed while one of the men stood in front of her,
brutally thrusting his enormous cock deep into her throat. She had a leather
strap buckled around her head with a ring over her mouth, holding her mouth in
perfect position for his driving sex.

Her torso and arms were wrapped in a black leather harness
and the second man was gripping the harness along her back for leverage,
enabling him to pound himself mercilessly into her pussy. Yet despite the near
violence of the scene, tenderness was evident in the way the men gazed upon the
submissive woman and in the way their hands touched and glided across her
slickened skin. She sensed a gratefulness in them for the gift they were
receiving.

Rena discovered a much darker side of herself while watching
these two men ruthlessly fuck their companion in her mind. It was by far the
most erotic image she had ever seen. Cream slicked her pussy and the top of her
thighs.

When the man grinding his cock into the woman's backside
turned in Rena's direction she was shocked to see the man was none other than
her lover, Graelen. His sharp features and intense green eyes—wait,
that's not—

On a sharp intake of breath understanding bloomed in her
mind as she realized she was seeing and feeling Cash's memories and emotions.

Graelen had managed to link Cash into her mind, so while she
sucked Graelen's thick cock, Cash shared with her some of his thoughts and
memories. This kind of power added a whole new level to the unique intricacies
of twins. She smiled inwardly as she placed another swipe of her tongue around
Graelen but heard both men moaning from the pleasure.

Holy hell, Cash could feel everything his brother could.
Each and every sensation as she licked and teased Graelen's engorged shaft.
Overwhelmed with arousal, she didn't know what to do. Could she do this? She
started to pull off of Graelen to object, but his grip on her hair tightened
and he held her in place.

“No, Rena, don't pull away. Let me share this with my twin.
It's what I need.”

She wavered, trying to comprehend what she was hearing.

“Please, Rena.” His words came out on a harsh broken sigh,
letting her know just how much this meant to him. Her own emotions shifted,
opening her to him further. It was a slippery slope and she was definitely
falling.

She loosened her head and neck in a show of submission as
she took him in deeper than ever before while gripping the rest of him with a
tight fist. Both men groaned when she relaxed her throat and swallowed, taking
another inch deeper into her mouth. The musk and salty taste of Graelen built
her own arousal to a near frenzy as more moisture leaked onto her bare thighs.
His flesh jerked in her mouth as she began a gentle sucking motion to go along
with the circling motion her tongue created on the sensitive underside of his
erection.

Cash's demanding voice invaded her mind. Touch yourself,
Rena.