Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) by Eliza Gayle (free children's online books TXT) 📗

and I won’t keep you that way for long. But give me any more trouble and I will leave you like that for a week. Do you understand?” He’d lowered his voice, allowing it to caress over her. He couldn’t resist imagining her shivering underneath him. His dick hardened at the thought of mounting her from behind, his dominance over her complete.

He walked around his desk to stand in front of her. The first time he’d met her he’d been shocked to discover one so powerful could be so young. He touched his fingers to the side of her face, letting them slide down her cheek, a soft and sensual caress. A touch she had been quite eager for a few years ago. Oh yes, she had given him much pleasure over many nights until he finally fucked her, and her magick had seen inside him to the truth.

He’d tried to kill her then, but he’d yet to perfect his ceremonial skills and the ritual had gone terribly wrong. Broken and bleeding, he’d left her on her own to die. Instead a group of locals had found her, and one of them knew of a witch who could save her, and thus her alliance to his nephew had been forged.

Until now.

The power he wielded today was far more powerful than either a voodoo priestess or a witch. He should have considered demon magick long ago. Normally summoning a demon to this realm was a risky and difficult prospect, but when he’d discovered that half demons could supply him with a similar, albeit slightly weaker version, he had taken the time to hone his craft and perfect the ritual with black magick and little repercussions to himself.

But the half demon, half witch magick had surpassed all others and he wanted more, and if anyone could tell him how to find them it would be this bitch standing in front of him. He released her voice.

“It’s been a long time, baby.”

“Not long enough, you sick son of a—”

Scott grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head back hard. She cried out in pain and his cock got harder. “I’d be careful what you say to me. If you want to live through the night, that is.”

“Do whatever you want. I won’t help you.” Her lips trembled.

“Ahh, self sacrifice, such a waste of a human trait. Everyone who comes in here is so fucking predictable it makes my stomach turn.” He grazed is teeth along her neck, biting down until she bled. Dark, rich, and spicy, just how he liked his women. What a shame. “So, if everyone does the same damn thing and I need you to cooperate, what do you think I’m going to do? Just kill you and move on? Is that what you’re banking on, you stupid whore?” He released her head and wiped the blood from his lips. He stepped in front of her and moved in close to her face. “So what the fuck am I going to do, Severina? Tell me.” His words roared through the room so loud the guards on the other side of the house probably heard him. She didn’t even flinch.

“Kiss my ass.” His hand struck out, slapping her face so hard, spittle flew from her mouth.

“Fine. For that you will pay.” He looked beyond her at the guard by the door. “Bring her in.”

Severina’s head whipped around, and when she saw the young woman dragged into the room she let out a piercing cry. The girl burst into tears.

“I’m sorry, Mom, I tried.”

“Hush, cherie, it’s okay. I will take care of everything.”

“Of course you will. Everyone is so fucking predictable.” Scott rolled his eyes.

“So, stop dicking around, Scott, and tell me what you want.” Severina’s eyes blazed in fury.

“Didn’t I warn you about your mouth? Did you think I was kidding?” He looked at the girl. “Derek, bring me a finger.”

“No, Scott, please, I’m sorry. Please I will do what you want, just please let her go.”

A satisfied smile bloomed from within. “Of course you will, baby, and for now Derek won’t touch her, but you won’t get another warning.”

She bowed her head. “What can I do for you?”

“I want Dennison and Noah.”

Chapter Five

Jessie woke to warm sunshine on her face streaming in through the window, and sore limbs when she stretched across the bed. Sweet memories of her and Noah the evening before tingled her body, especially between her thighs. Her body might ache but she blushed with happiness over every single sore spot.

The magick, on the other hand, was a problem. She eased from the bed and searched the floor for her clothes or bag. She found both sitting neatly under the window. She began to redress in the shorts and t-shirt when she noticed the big button down shirt lying across the chest next to the bed.  She dropped the clothes and grabbed Noah’s shirt instead, lifting it to her nose to inhale the scent of man, magick, and sex. Dear Goddess, she was in heaven.

Jessie slid the soft fabric over her head, loving the feel of Noah next to her skin. The shirt fell to her knees and the long sleeves well beyond her hands. She rolled the sleeves to a more comfortable level as she padded to the kitchen in search of Noah and some food. Sex and magick left her hungry as a bear the next day.

Not finding Noah, she started to pull food from the fridge. Eggs, butter, and cheese. Surely she could cook up a couple of omelets and—she looked around the counter and spied what she was looking for. Toast. Perfect.

She set herself to making food when tanned, strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. “I didn’t hear you get up, cherie.”

“I haven’t been up long, but I woke up starving. I hope you don’t mind.”

“What man in his right mind would be bothered by a beautiful woman cooking in his kitchen?” His laughter rumbled at her ear, putting her at ease. She really wasn’t sure how he would feel this morning. She knew he would demand an explanation before long and she didn’t