To Catch a Witch [Spells of Seduction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

She did as he commanded without a moment’s hesitation. He rubbed her ass cheeks back and forth. Her clit throbbed with the movement, and she bit her lip to stop a pleading cry’s release. Then, smearing the suds over her hole, he slipped a finger into her ass. She took a deep breath and held it, absorbing his probing finger as it slid in and out of her opening. When he slipped two fingers into her asshole, he brought his other hand to her clit, rubbing and pinching it.

She moaned and pushed her pelvis toward him, wanting his fingers to go deeper into her ass. But instead of following her motions, he removed his probing and caressing hands from her ass and pussy. She heard him take the cloth from the pail, and when the ice-cold cloth touched her pussy lips, she felt a climax start deep inside her and explode as her clit and pussy convulsed. She cried out in sync with the flooding of pleasure.

Instead of stopping as she expected, to her delight, Merlin brought his scorching hot lips to her clit and sucked it gently. The two extreme temperatures that bombarded her in less than a few minutes had her frantic with desire.

She cried out, “Oh, yes, Merlin. That is so good!”

He dipped his hot tongue into her pussy and swallowed. “Mmm, you taste so divine.”

He continued to probe her pussy with his tongue and then trace his tongue in circles over her clit and suck it. He also began to slip his fingers into her widened asshole. He kept on with this heavenly assault on her for a few more minutes. She was moaning and whimpering in pleasure, moving forward when he slid into her and moving back when he slipped out of her pussy or asshole.

This time the climax didn’t come from only deep inside her, but rather both from the outside and in. Her whole body shook, and she threw her head back, and she screamed in ecstasy, “Yes! Yes!”

Weakened by the second peak, her legs trembled, and she would have fallen if it were not for Merlin grabbing her by the waist and turning her to him. He held her in his strong arms for support and stared into her eyes for a moment. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

He dipped in to kiss her. She could taste her salty juices of arousal on his lips. When he slipped his demanding tongue into her mouth and pushed her hard against his erect cock through his tights, she wrapped her arms around his neck. At that very moment, she forgot who she was and who he was. All that mattered was how good she felt in his arms, how good his tongue felt in her mouth, how good his cock felt rubbing against her pelvis. She was in euphoria and didn’t want it to end.

But like everything else this day, what she wished for wasn’t granted. Out of the blue, a loud crashing sound was heard. Both she and Merlin jumped.

Turning to look where the sound came from, she was shocked to see Merlin’s double at the door. He had the same blond shoulder-length hair, the same gorgeous hazel eyes and perfectly sculpted face and body. The only difference was he looked a few years older. He was panting, his eyes wide with madness.

He pointed a trembling finger at her and shouted, looking at Merlin, “Get out of here now or she will kill you!”

Jacob was mad.

That’s all Merlin could think was the reason for his brother’s odd, erratic behavior. His raging eyes and how he fought to catch his breath told Merlin that Jacob had been running frantically. What had happened to him that he behaved like this? And why did he say Pondora was going to kill him?

He looked at Pondora, who now in modesty hid her naked body behind Merlin. Her eyes were wide with fear and bafflement. She was obviously not expecting this and felt threatened.

Merlin touched his lips and still felt the warmth of her pussy and her lips on his. He could still taste her. And now that he had that pleasure, he wanted so much more. Not only did he yearn to fuck her, sink his cock deep into her pussy and ass, but he wanted to get closer to her on a spiritual and emotional level. He couldn’t explain it, but deep in his heart something awoke when he first laid eyes on her. It was as if he had been enchanted. Something or someone was driving him to her, and he couldn’t stop himself.

A worried thought that maybe Pondora herself was causing this in him resurfaced. Maybe Jacob could shed a light on this.

Looking back at his brother, Merlin asked, “Why do you say that, Jacob?”

Jacob moved into the room, never breaking his fixed stare in Pondora’s direction. “Because of what I saw and heard through the spying glass.”

She peeked her pretty little head from behind Merlin’s shoulder. “A spying glass?”

Merlin used his foot to push a bag out from behind him. “You’ll find a clean tunic in there, my lady.”

He heard her rummage in it and then the sound of the clothing slipping over her. When she had finished tying the tunic at her waste with a rope, he turned around and said, “If you’ll excuse us, my lady, but I need to talk to Jacob for a moment outside.”

Pondora raised her hand in protest. “Not until you tell me who this Jacob is and why he has a looking glass.”

Merlin walked over to the door and motioned to Jacob he follow him out. “I’m sorry, my lady, but I cannot.”

He opened the door and waited until his brother followed him and then shut and locked the heavy door behind him. Crossing his arms, he whispered, “What the devil was that all about?”

* * * *

Velona pushed the bag aside. Although she was famished, having not eaten for almost a day, she needed to know what they were talking about. Perhaps she could eavesdrop and figure out who this Jacob was and why he used a spying glass. There was only one spell she knew of to create a spying glass, and only a sorcerer born in magic could use it to see the future, the past, or a faraway present. Jacob was obviously a sorcerer. Now the question that baffled Velona was, why did Serona need another sorcerer? For as long as Velona knew Serona, she never took another sorcerer under her wings aside from Velona, her sister. Serona had trust issues and never let her guard down to anyone, let alone another sorcerer who could steal her spells and even her powers. And why was Jacob using a spy glass on her?

She sneaked to the door on tiptoes and placed her ear to it, holding her breath. Unfortunately, all she could hear were mumbled voices. Merlin was apparently doing the talking. His voice was low and calm.

Then she heard Jacob speak. Contrary to Merlin, he sounded as agitated as when he barged into the tower. His voice was louder, and she could make out words like
“a demon with yellow eyes”
and that it said in a female voice,
“
Dìoghaltas
.”

The blood suddenly drained from Velona’s head down her body to her legs, making them weigh like anchors keeping her trapped. Dizziness enveloped her as she began to arrange the pieces of the puzzle.

She didn’t need to hear any more to understand what happened and who would be coming, seeking revenge.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jacob said, grabbing Merlin’s arm.

“I’m going to go back in there.” Merlin pointed to the tower door.

“Are you mad? She’ll kill you!”

“No, she cannot. And for the millionth time, will you lower your voice? She can hear you.”

“Good. Then she’ll know we know what she’s up to and are ready for her.”

Merlin huffed. “We took her powers away. Of that I am completely sure. She cannot harm us.”

“Then why did she appear to me in the glass and say that?”

“Because it wasn’t her.” Merlin combed his fingers in his hair, contemplating the possibilities.

Jacob gave him a sideways glance. “Then who could it be?”

Merlin placed his hand on the handle and unlocked the door. “I don’t know, but whoever it was is connected to Pondora in some way, and they will be coming to free her soon. It was a warning.”

“A warning?”

“Yes, and we need to find out who it is and how to defend ourselves.”

“Brilliant. How will we do that?”

As Merlin pushed open the door, he replied as he looked at Pondora, “By asking her.”

Jacob’s mouth fell open in disbelief. How could Merlin believe their archenemy would tell them? She would instead use trickery and deceit. But it was too late now to stop his brother.

From the frightened look on the beautiful sorceress’s face, she had heard every word of what he and Merlin discussed behind the closed door.

Before Merlin could speak, she interrupted. “You must give me back my powers.” She looked at Jacob, not Merlin when she spoke.

Jacob looked at Merlin before replying, “No, we will not.”

The look of fear changed to one of anger. She crossed her arms. “Then we will all die.”

“Who is it that is coming here?” Merlin asked.

“A powerful and evil sorceress who seeks revenge.”

Merlin laughed. “We figured that out, my lady.”

“But why is she coming to save you?” Jacob asked as baffled as ever.

She snarled. “Did you not hear me? Did I not say we will all die? Where did you get the idea she is coming to save me?”

Merlin looked at Jacob, then at her. “Then why does she come to harm you?”

“Because she comes to settle a score that happened over two decades ago. She will not rest until I am dead.” She looked at Jacob, then back to Merlin. “Once she kills me, she’ll kill you.”

“Not if we vanquish her first.”

“Then you are bigger fools than I thought you were a few moments ago. Her powers far exceed mine. You cannot vanquish her. Only a sorcerer whose powers equal hers can do that.”

Merlin shook his finger in the air. “Ah, but you are wrong. We took your powers away, and you are the powerful sorceress Pondora.”

Her eyes widened in shock as if her deep-hidden secret had been uncovered. But she didn’t say a word.

Merlin laughed. “I bet you didn’t know we knew who you were.”

She remained silent, transfixed on the wall behind them for a few moments. Her thoughts seemed a million miles away.

A shudder passed through her, as Jacob could plainly see. It appeared as though someone had passed over her grave.

She sighed and looked at Merlin. “Now I know how she knew I was here.” She pointed her finger up at him in anger. “You imbecile. You opened up the portal. The connection has been resurrected. She knows exactly where I am now. We cannot stop her.”

“Yes, we can. We just have to look for a spell in our books,” Merlin said in a sure voice.

Jacob looked at Merlin. His voice may have sounded confident, but the way he rubbed his thumb and forefinger of his right hand together told Jacob Merlin was nervous. It was a type of twitch Merlin had whenever he was very scared.

Jacob felt exactly the same way. They were in over their heads.

Merlin darted for the door without saying a word. Jacob shouted to him, “Where are you going?”

“To check the books on spells and incantations.”

“And what should I do, Merlin?”

“Look after her and see that she doesn’t run away,” Merlin said as he gave her a quick glance before exiting.

When the door closed behind his brother, Jacob focused on Pondora, fearing she would try to escape.

Her bewitching blue eyes entranced him. She was quite breathtaking, more so than when he first glimpsed her in the spying glass. “A rose in perfect bloom” was the best title to describe her. But roses had thorns that if not handled carefully would prick people and make them bleed.

Pondora’s thorns were dipped in poison. If he wasn’t careful with his every step, he would get pricked and die either a slow death or a fast one, whichever she saw fit.

Gulping, he stood unwavering as she took sly, slithering steps toward him. Her gaze looking him over as if she were deciding which part of his body she would prick first.

* * * *

How can Merlin have a twin older than he?
The question haunted Velona as she analyzed Jacob’s features. There was no doubt he was Merlin’s twin.

She crossed her arms as her gaze took in all of him. “You cast an aging spell, or did Merlin use a youth spell?”

“Merlin used a spell, not I.”

A smile almost broke her lips, “So he is the same age as you?” It was a rhetorical question. The thought that Merlin was closer to thirty and five rather than twenty and five appealed to her.
A young man is a fancy, but an older man is a charm.
That had always been her saying, and it couldn’t hold truer than with Merlin. He was quite a charmer, and age and experience were a big factor in this, as is almost always the case with people.

“Yes, thirty years and eight.” His brow lifted as if he were proud of his age.

She had to admire that in Jacob. She wondered what he’d think if he knew she was actually a hundred and four. But the less the handsome sorcerer knew about the real her, the better for him, Merlin, and herself.

She wondered how alike and how different these two sorcerers were. From his physique, Jacob was as muscular as his brother. They were also the same height. Their hair was quite similar, except Merlin’s was a tad longer, just past his shoulders. But from what she had seen so far of Jacob’s behavior, his character was the complete opposite of his brother’s. He was the serious one, the worrier, the one who seemed to overanalyze situations. Merlin, on the other hand, was the carefree twin, the one who looked at things with an air of optimism and enjoyed life to the fullest. His charm and the attraction she had with him told her that much.