Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance), Eliza Gayle [books suggested by bill gates txt] 📗

“Tell me how much you want to come now.” He curved his hands beneath her ass and lifted her hips for deeper penetration.

“Oh yes, Cash. Please. I’m desperate.”

He smiled a second before he dipped to a breast and latched a nipple between his teeth. Her gasp at the pain only fueled his movements as he continued his pounding strokes, reveling in the rasp of his flesh against hers. Fucking incredible. That’s how she felt. Before he knew it his magick stirred to life as the heat between them built. His brain short-circuited and thoughts of anything beyond the tight glove of her pussy disappeared. Her breathless pleas mumbled into his ear built him into a frenzy of need to please her.

Moments later, her scream filled the room. She pulsed down on him, milking him, robbing him of the last of his restraint. The pressure along his spine to his balls tightened fiercely seconds before he exploded. Astounding pleasure overwhelmed him as she bucked underneath him, thrashing through the pulses of her release. He cried out and emptied himself inside her, shocked at the intensity arcing between them. Somewhere along the way from an angry ride down a lonely highway to now she’d changed him. Irrevocably.

***

Time passed in slow motion as Cash struggled to recover. His body thrummed with magick that wasn’t burdened with darkness. He’d gathered Selene in his arms and held her tight until her breathing had evened out in sleep. No words could fully convey the gamut of emotions still playing out in his head. They’d put a whirlwind to shame. He half expected that any minute now something would give. The door would come crashing down, the pain in his head would return, or some shit like that.

“You’re thinking too hard.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” Cash pinched her behind and laughed when she yelped.

“I can practically hear the gears turning. If you’re so worried about this why did you come?” She turned in his arms and faced him. Her hair tumbled across her eyes and he swept the strands out of the way without thought.

“I came because this is where I belong. But that doesn’t mean I won’t worry. Especially about my brothers. I don’t think Denn and Noah have any idea what their in for.”

“Are you insinuating I’m a handful?”

“And then some, darling.” He smacked a kiss across her lips. “Doesn’t mean I’m not up to the challenge.”

“I think you’re going to make me crazy.” She caressed her fingers across his cheek as a her expression softened. “I think I love crazy.”

His chest tightened. He had to be careful or he was going to crack. “Good. Because I think the road’s going to get rougher with my brothers in charge.”

Selene sat up and scrambled across his legs straddling him with the heat of her pussy riding his dick. “So…You’re saying that your brothers are in charge now?”

Cash grabbed Selene and pulled her forward, her breasts pressed against his chest. “Not of you that’s for sure. That’s my job.”

Her breath hitched before she turned and placed her lips against his ear. “Bring it on, Cowboy.”

Epilogue

Find your empathic mate. His brother's final thoughts had plagued Denn since he left. Well, that and the witch he'd had to bind to his home. Bringing Raven St. Claire to New Orleans had seemed like the only option at the time. His brother had nearly killed her in self-defense, but they wanted her to live. They needed answers, and right now she was their only lead. Their best guess was that she had been hired by their uncle to locate and destroy Cash. His stomach churned at the idea.

She was an anomaly, a blight on their kind. At least a warlock made his intentions somewhat clear—a mercenary witch, or witch for hire, seemed worse. A loose cannon ready to work for the highest bidder.

He wondered what happened in her life that would turn her away from her faith in such an extreme manner. Was it simple greed? Or something more? Did it even matter? Not right now. He and his brothers figured that Uncle Scott would be looking for her, and it was only a matter of time before that search led him to New Orleans and his doorstep.

He gave one last glance to the deceptively frail looking woman asleep in his bed. One way or another, a fight was coming. He only hoped Destiny didn't fuck it up.

***

The Reverend sat calmly behind his desk despite the storm raging inside him. Where had things gone wrong? And how could he use them to his advantage?

A knock at his study door interrupted his train of thought, forcing him back to the here and now.

“Yes.”

“Sir, there is a woman here to see you.”

“And she is…”

“She refuses to give her name.”

Ahh, now we’re getting somewhere. Maybe she could shed some light on the major fuck up of her witch. “Send her in.”

Seconds later a petite, black-cloaked figure walked into the room. When she removed her hood a mass of red curls tumbled across her shoulders. She leveled her sharp green cat eyes, making contact with him immediately. “Reverend, it's good to see you again.”

“Is it?”

She blinked at his statement, fear briefly flashing in her eyes before she tilted her chin and straightened her back in a defensive posture. “Of course.” Her jaw clenched tighter.

“Good. Then tell me what you have come here to report.”

“It's about Raven, the witch sent for the one called Cash.” Her gaze dropped contact for a brief second before leveling on him once again. She might fear him, but she had guts, that was for sure.

His dick jerked in his pants, stirring to action. He stood and walked around the front of his desk, taking slow punctuated strides, watching for her reaction. The closer he stepped to her the more pronounced her breathing became, until she finally turned her face away to hide.

“So far she has