ServingNicole

Serving Nicole

Marilyn Campbell

Part of the Passion’s Portal series.

Nicole Claret’s uncontrolled empathic abilities forced her
into a solitary life. Though occasionally consumed with sexual need,
self-service has been her only option. When her intuition draws her to
Shadowling Manor, she receives an all-or-nothing choice about her future. She
can have a “normal”, ungifted life or embrace every aspect of a magickal
existence, including using sex to manifest power.

Her challenge is delivered by Brett Donahue, a gorgeous,
high-level wizard whose specialty is sex magick. He uses his unique talents to
teach her how to control her abilities and prepare for her destiny…but he holds
back one huge secret until it’s too late for her to change her mind.

Serving Nicole

Marilyn Campbell

Author Note

To learn more about the magickal secrets of Shadowling
Manor, please visit
http://www.passionsportal.com

Prologue

The Goddess of Alchemy took her place at the top of the
pentagram. The four other Elemental Goddesses had already taken their
positions, waiting, feeling, anticipating the ritual ahead. A warm breeze
filtered through the temple and ruffled the silken robes the women wore. Green,
yellow, red, blue and white, a color for each of the elements. Earth, air,
fire, water, and the binding element, alchemy.

She began the ritual by stating the purpose of the
gathering. “A lost daughter needs our guidance to find her destiny. We must
open the portals of Shadowling and draw her there.”

Five members of the Brotherhood approached and stood behind
the Goddesses. Brown muslin wrapped the men in secrecy. With practiced
precision, each removed the robe of the woman before him.

At the first sensuous touch, the Goddess of Alchemy’s
eyelids closed. Light as feathers, her consort’s fingertips trailed down her
body, over her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, her mons. As her partner pushed
his body closer to hers, a familiar, pulsing need bubbled to life in her lower
abdomen. His hand slid between her thighs and skilled fingers pressed deep into
her pussy. Like the others, she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her
lips. With every stroke, her companion forced her closer and closer to the
brink of release, just as his brethren did with the other Goddesses. Their
passions rose in perfect unison, blending and coiling like sentient smoke,
burning hotter and hotter, reaching out until their passions coalesced.

Only then did the she speak again, “Goddess of Earth, bring
life to flower and field and tree. Goddess of Air, breathe life into all you
see. Goddess of Fire, cleanse the soul and set our daughters free. Goddess of
Water, calm the raging emerald seas. Our connection is sealed. So mote it be.”

“So mote it be,” the other Goddesses repeated as they
continued feeding off each other’s sexual energy. Finally, the raw, volatile
power consumed them and they erupted in simultaneous orgasm.

The surge encircled them, crackling through the temple,
suspending them in pleasure. The energy from their climaxes harmonized and the
portal connecting them to Shadowing Manor sizzled open, like lightning across a
dark sky. The sacred manor now resonated with the powers of the Goddesses,
calling to the lost one, drawing her to the place where she’d find her heart’s
path, where she’d be healed, be cured, be shown life’s perfect, irrefutable
truth…

Sex creates power. Sex gives life. Sex is life.

This is the legacy of Shadowling Manor.

Chapter One

Nicole Claret stared at the symbol on the heavy wooden door.
Her hand rose, as if on its own, and her index finger traced the lines carved
into the oak—a circle inside a square inside a triangle inside another circle.

Several times in the past week she had dreamed of this
symbol and a woman’s voice saying,
You are a daughter of the Elemental
Goddesses. It is time
. She heard the same words in every dream but they
meant nothing to her. Other doors in the grand hallway where she stood bore
symbols she recognized as earth, air, fire and water, but this carving was not
one she recognized. And yet it was the one that whispered to her…much in the
same way as Shadowling Manor had called to her last night.

She’d just been falling asleep in her apartment outside
Boston when something grabbed her attention as clearly as though she’d been
shaken. Though she couldn’t identify the source, she’d learned long ago to
trust her intuition and it was demanding she drive north. Six hours later she
had arrived at Shadowling Manor, a spooky old mansion on the rocky coast of
northern Maine.

It represents Alchemy, the fifth element to those who
know it.

The words resonated in her mind, the same way she had heard
the words in her dreams. But this voice was incredibly deep, distinctly male
and ribboned its way down into her lower belly. More curious than afraid, she
turned the handle on the door and entered.

The first word that came to mind was ostentatious, then
regal, then…suffocating. The room reminded her of a movie set for eccentric
British or French royalty, ornately carved furniture, heavy velvet drapes,
blood reds and glittering gold. She didn’t realize she was making a face until
the male voice came to her again.

Perhaps you would prefer this?

Nicole gasped as the entire room underwent a total
redecoration. Now she was surrounded by bright, tropical colors, white wicker
furniture and a whooshing, broad-bladed fan overhead. It took her a moment to
realize there was a man sitting across the room in a rattan peacock chair.

“Better?”

His actual voice sounded even deeper and sexier than it had
in her head, but she was stunned by the jaw-dropping visual before her. He
looked completely relaxed, holding a hurricane glass of pink liquid with an
umbrella in it. A snow-white suit created a vivid contrast to his tanned skin
and raven-black hair tied back from his face. Dark eyes and prominent
cheekbones suggested Polynesian or Native American somewhere in his genetic
line. A large diamond stud adorned his right ear, while a visible shadow along
his jawline proclaimed his masculinity.

As she tried to put the entire scene into a logical frame of
reference, the man casually analyzed her. His eyes moved slowly from her old
leather sandals, up the faded jeans hugging her slim hips, farther up over her
dark-blue tank top under which her nipples had just puckered to points within
their B-cups. The only makeup she wore was around her eyes, but it was
dramatically applied to enhance her blue irises. When he finally got to her
choppy silver and neon-pink hair, he laughed aloud.

“No. I guess not.” He wiggled the fingers of his right hand
as he made a small wave across the room. In an instant the décor changed again.
It was now ultra-simple, uncluttered and, except for a green vase of orange
bird-of-paradise flowers on a table, everything was black, white, gray, chrome
and glass. A low-profile bed with black satin sheets was the largest item in
the room.

Along with the décor, his attire changed to black jeans and
a black t-shirt. The white suit jacket had masked his broad shoulders,
well-developed biceps and the tattoo of a gray, thick-bodied snake coiling down
and around the length of his left arm. Its slitted eyes seemed to observe her
from the back of his hand. His straight, medium-long hair now hung loose,
tucked behind his ears with a stray lock falling over his forehead. His
tropical drink had turned into a bottle of domestic beer. However, the exotic
features and stubble remained the same.

“Interesting trick,” Nicole said with a smirk. She had yet
to take another step into the room. “Even better than the mental
communication.”

“You’re not shocked?”

She shrugged. “I’ve learned different people have different
talents. But if you can get in my head, why didn’t you immediately know what
style I’d prefer?”

“I only sent you a message. I didn’t poke around.
That
would be unethical without your permission. I have quite a few other talents
you might be interested in. I’ll be pleased to teach you all of them.”

“No thank you. I have enough problems with the
talents
I already have.” Contrary to her words, his offer intrigued her, but she had no
intention of revealing her vulnerability to a complete stranger. She took
another look around the room. The only
feeling
she picked up was desire,
an intense wanting in her mind and an aching emptiness in her vagina. But those
feelings were her own…which was understandable considering she hadn’t had sex
in years and this guy was a huge helping of testosterone on a silver platter.
Oddly, she usually had no problem keeping the need tamped down. Why was it
suddenly so insistent?

The more bewildering part was the total lack of impression
she got from him. She always picked up what everyone else felt, as long as they
were within twenty feet or so. But from him…nothing.

A thought popped into her head. “Are you some sort of
hologram? A computer program? Is that how you changed your appearance and the
décor?”

His chuckle was low, his grin infectious. “No, no and no.
I’m flesh and blood. Why don’t you come closer and check for yourself?”

The image his challenge triggered made her palms tingle and
she had to fight the urge to walk across the room and run her hands over every
inch of him until she was absolutely certain he was real. But the fact that she
couldn’t pick up an emotional signal from him was disturbing enough to keep her
standing by the door. “I’m sorry. I think there’s been some sort of mistake.”
She placed her hand on the doorknob to leave.

“Aren’t you Nicole Claret?” he asked quickly.

She turned back to him. “Yes, but—”

“Then there’s no mistake. This is exactly where you’re
supposed to be. In this room. With me.” He set the beer on the table next to
his chair, stood and walked toward her.

He’d looked like a giant when he first rose but when he
stood right in front of her she guessed he was only about six foot, still a
good ten inches taller than her. His t-shirt was fitted tightly enough to show
off a sculpted chest and flat abs, but his muscular frame now seemed more toned
than pumped as it had first appeared. It was almost as if he had reduced his
physical size once he noticed how petite she was.

One thing still looked rather big to her though. The
tempting bulge behind the zipper of his soft jeans whipped her thoughts back to
the aching emptiness in her core and the need became a little stronger.

Goddamn but he is a beautiful specimen
, she thought a
split second before he dipped his head and kissed her on the mouth.

The tingling sensation she’d felt in her palms now tickled
her lips in such a delightful way she almost let him continue, but again, her
sense of self-preservation won out and she pushed at his chest. “What do you
think you’re doing?”

His mouth curved and he took a small step back. “I was introducing
myself.”

She eased around him and moved to the center of the room to
give herself some thinking space. She still couldn’t tell what he was feeling
but he was having a positively intoxicating effect on her. Even stranger, she
couldn’t remember the last time she’d made physical contact with another human
being without becoming overwhelmed by their emotions or worse, crippled by
their physical aches and pains. Why was it different with him? Had he lied
about being flesh and blood? “I would prefer you tell me your name and why you
said I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug. “But my way is a lot more
fun.” He closed the distance between them and held out his hand. “How do you
do? My name is Brett Donahue.”

She shook the hand he offered and a shiver ran up her arm
before she could withdraw. “And?”

“And you are here, in this room, with me, because,” he took
a deep breath and spilled the rest out in one, rapidly delivered sentence, “it
is the Summer Solstice and as a daughter of the Goddess of Alchemy, it is time
for you to join the Sisterhood of the Elemental Goddesses and as a member of
the Brotherhood which serves the Sisterhood, I have accepted the responsibility
of assisting you with your initiation challenge.” He grinned and added,
“Condensed version.”

One word made her more curious than the rest. “What
challenge?”

“Wouldn’t you rather know what’s in it for you?”

She frowned but accepted his point. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why
shouldn’t I leave right this minute?”

“Because if you stay, you’ll discover how to control the
abilities you have. And if you walk away without fulfilling your destiny you
will relinquish empathy as well as all the other powers meant to be yours.”

Nicole refused to admit she was extremely tempted by the
promising words, even though they sounded as if they came out of some
mythological tale. Instead she sighed and shook her head. “This really is
getting ridiculous. I’ve never even heard of the Elemental Goddesses.”

“That’s a lie.”

She didn’t know how he knew, but he was right. The first
year after she’d realized she could intuit things her friends could not, she’d
read every metaphysical book on every subject she could find. From time to time
she’d added to her studies since then. Her knowledge was vast, yet her abilities
had remained limited. “How do you know? Are you like me?”

He grinned. “Perhaps. How do you mean?”

“Are you empathic? Can you tell when someone is lying?”

“I’ll explain my abilities shortly. For the moment, however,
I knew you were lying because I was told a bit about you in advance.”

That news instantly added to her anxiety. A small part of
her wanted to escape, forget the intriguing teaser about learning to control
her empathy and gaining other powers. Forget the way he made her want to fuck
him until she drove the insistent need back into suppression. But her curiosity
made her stay. “What were you told about me?”

“Sit with me and I’ll tell you.” He took her hand, guided
her to the edge of the bed and sat down.

She looked around the room. There were other, less intimate
places to sit, but the moment he took her hand the sexual itch became more
pleasurable than agitating and she really didn’t want to break the contact.
With a resigned exhale, she sat next to him without retrieving her hand.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. So, in answer to your last
question, your file states your empathic abilities awoke when you hit puberty
and got stronger as you aged. You refer to yourself as a human lie detector and
use your sixth sense in your work as a private investigator. Right so far?”

His body heat almost distracted her from the fact someone
had a
file
on her. “Right,” she murmured reluctantly.

“Why a private eye? You practically have a genius IQ. You
could have gone into the FBI or CIA and done a lot more good with your gift, to
say nothing about making a more stable income.”

“Answer a question for me first.”

“Shoot.”

“Why can’t I pick up on what you’re feeling? Or whether or
not you’re lying?” Her breath caught as he slowly raised his free hand toward
her face. His fingertips grazed her cheek, trailed down the side of her neck
and up her throat as his thumb brushed over her lips. Either his touch was the
most sensual thing she’d ever experienced, or it really had been so long she
forgot what it felt like to have a man caress her.

“Right now I’m
feeling
your skin and it feels like
the finest satin. But I know that’s not what you mean.”

He moved his hand to her knee and heat slithered its way to
her cunt a moment later.

“Very simply, I’m blocking you. When the time comes, I’ll
let you in, but we have some work to do first. As to my lying to you, until I
remove the block, you’re just going to have to trust me. Back to my question
please.”

“Can you teach me to block other people’s stuff from leaking
in?”

He gave her a quizzical look. “Are you sure you’d want that?
I got the impression you depend on sensing what others are feeling, especially
the honesty part.”

She grimaced. “It’s hard to explain. I love being a private
investigator and I really enjoy being my own boss. You can’t imagine how many
people I’ve helped. But I’m honest enough with myself to know I wouldn’t be
nearly so successful without my gift. I definitely wouldn’t want to lose it.
But it comes with a steep price. For nearly twenty years I haven’t been able to
shut any of it out. I pick up the emotional
and
physical feelings of
everyone near me. It’s made it very hard to…to be around other people.”

“Ah, I see. And that explains your career choice. As an
independent investigator, you can work alone, take only cases you are
comfortable with. What about sex?”

Her eyes widened. Was he reading her actual thoughts now? Or
was her desire for him showing so blatantly? “I beg your pardon?” His crooked
grin suggested he knew exactly what occupied her mind.

“I only meant, how do you manage during sex? Do your
partner’s feelings enhance the experience or hinder it?”

Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment and she whispered, “I
can’t manage it at all.”

“
Hmmm.
The list of things I need to teach you seems
to be growing longer by the minute.”

“I beg your pardon?”