Forbidden Magic (13 page)
Had to keep her.
Ram slipped his arms under Ginny and rose, walking to the couch. He sat, holding her to him. Soon the lightning would recharge, and he’d be throwing stronger jolts through his fingers.
But for right now, he could hold her and touch her. Feel the solid weight of Ginny on his lap and in his arms.
He’d almost lost her. A tremor rocked him right to his bones. Never before had he given all of himself to a woman, never before had he cared so damn much. Ginny was everything to him.
Carla and Sutton walked over and sat adjacent to them.
He stared at the witch. “I mean it, Carla. Don’t ask Ginny questions about what she is or what happened tonight. Don’t use your third eye to try to find out.”
“I won’t,” Carla agreed. “But Ram, you’re still in danger. You have to—”
“No,” he shook his head, refusing to hear it. “Ginny is mine. I choose Ginny.” Ginny stiffened, pushing herself up to look him in the eyes. “Ram, you can’t. Didn’t you hear Carla earlier? You’ll die.” She dropped her gaze to the ink on his chest that now had two red lightning marks near the eyes. “The bird will kill you.” He stared back at her. “Make your choice, little angel. You either love me enough to fight for us…”
“Or?” she challenged him.
He leaned forward and brushed his mouth over hers. “Or I’ll fight for both of us. I’m not letting anyone come between us, not this bird, and not the bastard who tried to take you from me tonight.” He kept it vague enough so that Carla and Sutton wouldn’t know exactly who he meant.
“But how?” she asked in a bemused voice. “How do we stop him?” He shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t have any answers, Ginny. Except one.” He brushed her hair off her face, and gave her his heart. “I love you, and I’m not letting you go.” She smiled, relief and joy bringing hot color back to her face. She leaned up and kissed him, then said softly, “I love you, too.”
Carla cleared her throat.
They both looked at her.
“This time, just listen.” She glared a warning at him, then went on, “I know how you both feel, believe me. Sutton and I, we weren’t true soul mirrors.”
“And it killed Carly, literally killed her,” Sutton said.
Carla looked at her mate. “Sutton made a sacrifice that changed everything, that brought our souls together.” She turned back to them. “But that’s our story, not yours.”
“So what do we do?” Ginny asked.
Carla looked at her. “Since Ram said I can’t ask you about your…heritage, I’m going to focus on Ram’s problem. That thunderbird on his chest will kill him. I saw it clearly.” Ram tensed, ready to tell Carla to stop. This wasn’t helping, this was only torturing his angel.
But Ginny put her hand on his shoulder. “She’s trying to help and I want to hear what she has to say.”
He nodded, looking back at Carla.
The witch went on, “Find Shayla and unravel the mystery of her Infertility curse and the thunderbird. If you can do that, you two have a chance at having a life together.” Ginny turned to look at him. “Find her, Ram. You have to.” She leaned closer. “For me. For us. I’ll help you, we’ll do it together if you want. I’ll make sure you won’t lose control around her. But we have to find her.”
He knew she was right. It would be the biggest fight of his life, the toughest mission he had ever faced. But he was ready, and he told her why. Framing her face with his hands, he said, “I can do anything with you by my side, angel.”
About The Author
Jennifer Lyon grew up under the shadow of the Matterhorn at Disneyland in Anaheim, California. She attended Walt Disney elementary school and her very first playmate was her beloved dog, Duke, who was cast in the role of hero in all their adventures.
Clearly Jen was born to daydream. But it took her years to figure out how to turn her imagination into a career as an author. After marrying and becoming a full-time mom to three sons, Jen launched her career with the award-winning Samantha Shaw Mystery Series and other romantic mysteries under the name Jennifer Apodaca. Later, she took the name Jennifer Lyon, combined her love of witches, alpha males and sizzling romance into another award-winning series, the Wing Slayer Hunters.
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Cage Magic
A Wing Slayer Hunter Novel
Jennifer Lyon
Copyright 2012 © Jennifer Apodaca
Chapter One
Las Vegas, Nevada
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Linc Dillinger hadn’t even washed the sweat of his latest kill off him when he lifted the woman—
Kelly? Molly? Didn’t matter.
—against the wall, spread her thighs and positioned his aching cock to her entrance. She was wet, ready, and yet he stopped and forced himself to look at her,
to see her
.
He used these women to fight back the blood curse, to keep the animal in him caged. He’d damn well give them the courtesy of acknowledging them as more than a warm, willing body. So he looked into her dilated, desperate eyes.
And for that second, he felt almost human. But then the curse came roaring back, swamping him in a tidal wave of fierce craving.
Witch blood. Nothing could touch the icy hot pleasure of that powerful blood spilling over his skin, then whipping through him like multiple orgasms.
Shit! Linc gripped the woman’s hips tighter and thrust into her hot sheath. The fires of sex would singe the craving for witch blood enough.
Just enough.
Barely enough.
The woman’s fingers dug into his arms. “Oh God.”
Her cries hit his gut and he pounded into her, the sounds of raw sex filling the locker room of the boxing club. He looked down, watching as his cock filled her thirty-something body, seeing her legs tremble as the pressure in her built.
Linc shoved his shoulder close to her mouth. “Bite,” he told her.
She clamped down on his skin and muscle.
Then he rotated his hips and her tremors exploded in an orgasm so wild, a high-pitched keening noise spilled from her throat as she ground her teeth into his upper arm.
Her nip on his shoulder, combined with her pleasure, drove him higher, closer to the pinnacle. He was almost there, almost…he pumped into her, feeling the sweet heat of her release gloving his dick, hearing her mewling cries as he stroked her sensitized nerve endings.
Not enough, it was never enough these days.
The clawing, unending need for sex rode him relentlessly but the single moment of release was getting harder to achieve. The feel of her teeth added just enough sensation. His balls drew up, begging for release. He slapped one hand on the wall, bracing himself as he drove his cock into the willing woman. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the feel, the heat, until finally, the streaks of fire raced down his spine and slammed him into an orgasm.
He leaned his forehead against the wall just over her head and let out a breath of relief. For these brief minutes, he could fucking breathe.
But in five minutes he’d be rock hard again. The need for witch blood and violence would be riding him, destroying his sanity and his soul.
Finally he pulled out settled the woman onto her feet and touched her face. “You okay, sugar?” Her gaze was still vague.
“Yes.” She smoothed her skirt down.
“Need a ride home?” They both knew this had been just sex.
“No.” She turned, walked to the door, then paused and looked at him. “I won money on your fight tonight and I got a bonus. I’ll be fine.”
Linc flashed a grin. “Then my work here is done.”
She laughed, then slipped through the door.
He picked up the silver knife he’d set on top of a locker, then scooped up the shorts he’d fought in and tossed them in his gym bag stored in the locker, but he kept his knife with him.
Then he headed toward the showers to wash off his disgust. Not at the woman, she had given him a few minutes of respite from the hell of his existence. No, his revulsion was the growing compulsion for cage fights and the kill.
The need to confront the cage over and over, to confront his past.
In the tiled shower area, he set his blade on a shelf within easy reach. He didn’t trust the rogues that ran this club, and why should he? In his other life, he hunted and killed them.
Turning the water to scalding, he stepped into the spray when he heard the door open.
Linc grabbed the knife and spun to face the intruder.
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