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of the tight grip of her cunt around his flesh whipped over and around him. Power sparked. Unable to bear another second he powered inside until his balls slapped her ass.

He knew he should take his time so as not to scare her half to death, but her gasps and sexy exclamations spurred him to heights he couldn't come back from as he continued his ruthless thrusts into her body. He pounded his hard dick mercilessly into her pussy as release welled in his balls, drawing his sac tight against his body. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder as her muscles clenched around his cock with a rush of liquid heat.

“Well, it looks like you've got her in the right position, but I don't think you’re supposed to fuck the enemy, brother.” His brother's voice seeped into his lust filled brain as his balls emptied all he was and all he had into her spasming body.

“Ah, fuck. Cash, get the hell out of my room!” He managed to roar the words as his body was racked by incredible sensations. He fucked into her deep, hard while watching her beautiful eyes glaze over in the throes of passion. He doubted she'd even heard Cash's voice. Damn that fucker. He was going to kill him for this.

“Graelen. Stop.”

His body stilled instantly at her words as he realized he must have been hurting her with his brutal demands on her body.

“Graelen, what's wrong? Your anger. It's pushing at me.” Her voice came out in breathless little pants as she tried to recover.

He slipped from her body and quickly rolled off of her, noticing Cash had wisely left the room. He deftly removed the bindings from her wrists and ankles, gently rubbing the chafed skin. Her arms trembled under his touch as unexpected guilt swept through him. Damn this woman. She had him tied up in knots after just one day and now his brother was here and pissed on top of that.

He pulled her into his arms and lie back in the bed with her cradled against his body, absorbing her heat.

“I'm sorry, Rena, I didn't mean to hurt you. I hadn't intended to be so rough.”

“You didn't hurt me like that, Graelen.” She twisted her body around so that she faced him. Her eyes were soft and full of concern. “You got upset and angry at the end. I felt it and it scared me. What happened?”

Of course, how could he have forgotten that she felt his emotions. His little vixen empath knew too much.

“It was my brother, baby. Didn't you hear him come in?” Her body stiffened in his arms as she frantically glanced around the room. “Don't worry, Rena, he left. But he didn't go far. I sense him very close by.”

“You don't like him being here, do you?”

“His coming here was a mistake. One he knows better than to make. It’s too dangerous.”

She snuggled back into his body, letting their energy meld together, leaving behind only traces of the lighter magic he felt when he was with her.

“Why is he here? Has something happened?” Her astute perception of the situation astounded him. Or maybe she knew all about him and his brothers and had expected this would happen. Was there a plot beyond his own peril? Damn, what the hell had he been thinking, taking her to bed not once but twice? No wonder Cash was so pissed at him.

He eased himself from the entanglement of her silken limbs. It was time to have a heart to heart with his twin.

“Last night when I used magick to free myself, I had to borrow from Cash to get enough power to break the spell. It's likely that danger is what made my reckless brother come here.” There was a critical tone to his voice.

Her brow furrowed as she contemplated what he'd just said and why. “The cards. They foretold a story of the witches with the dark power. When used together can destroy themselves as well as those around them.” She hastily donned her clothing that Graelen had left atop the bureau. “Unless…”

“No Rena, there is no unless. The only way to break the prophecy is to not use the magick. Particularly together. It's why we all live so far apart.” He stepped into his slacks, casually dressing himself as he watched her fumble with the buttons of her blouse. “Every generation of twins has tried to find a solution and failed.”

“But, Graelen, I think there's another way—”

“No.” He raised his hand to still her words. “I don't think you appreciate the danger we pose. The four of us have had to live with this legacy all our lives, nobody understands the risks involved like we do.” Her spine stiffened at his words as she finished dressing.

“Maybe what you've needed are fresh eyes to look at the problem.”

“No. It is what it is.”

She sighed. “You know, Graelen, your ego is amazing. How do you live with yourself everyday? What an ass.” At that she stomped into the bathroom.

Graelen shook his head in exasperation. She was going to drive him crazy. He couldn't figure out her game. What was the point of approaching them at this angle? What purpose did she strive for? Well, he wasn't going to figure it out right this second because right now he had to go kick some brotherly ass.

Chapter Five

Cash stood in front of the fireplace, stoking the fire with his magick. His casual uniform of jeans and a black t-shirt belied the stress evident in his rigid posture. His back was ramrod straight and his movement with the fire jerky. The moment Graelen stepped into the room the familiar cloak of darkness oozed around him, slowly seeping into his body, searching for his soul. His brother was using, and using a hell of a lot more than was safe. His heart constricted in his chest at the realization of how close his twin was to the edge.

How could I have not known that?

“You