Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance) by Eliza Gayle (the reader ebook txt) 📕

She nodded picking up her fork and digging into the fluffy eggs. She had more than a few questions for him as well.

“You must have gotten shot in the leg right before I tackled your stalker guy, 'cause you went down fast after that. Scared the hell out of me, by the way.” He laughed at the dark look she threw him. “To say I was angry and scared for you, Selene, is probably a bit of an understatement. I went ballistic on the freak who tried to hurt you.” Fear settled in her gut when he turned away. “I thought he was trying to kill you, or at the very worst already had. He deserved no mercy.”

She gasped, causing him to flinch. “Did you kill him?”

“Does it make a difference?”

Her ensuing silence spoke volumes. She obviously cared for the asshole who drugged her. Maybe he was an ex boyfriend or something. Pain lanced through his chest as he imagined the two of them together. That idiot’s beefy hands caressing her perfect ivory skin, touching her berry red nipples and fucking—

“Uhm, Cash. Why is the wind blowing in here? There aren't any windows open. What the hell is going on?”

He twisted to face her again, watching the wind whip her russet hair around her face as she bent over gripping her stomach, her face going pale.

“What's wrong, Selene?”

“I'm not sure. I’m all of a sudden sick to my stomach. Damn it fucking hurts,” she groaned.

Her answer took him by surprise. The wheels turned in his head. No it can’t possibly… Could she be empathic as well? Feel his magick every time he used it? He forced a deep, calming breath into his lungs, willing the power to rest within him again. How had he not realized what the fuck he was doing? As peace quietly returned to the room he debated on how much to tell her. Her face relaxed and she sat upright again. He doubted she was ready to wrap her mind around the whole witch thing. Very few ever were. But if she physically felt his magick she would need an explanation.

Implications tore through him as he realized he didn't sense the constant anger welling just under the surface like he normally did. In the last twenty-four hours he'd had to use a lot of strong magick. So why didn't he feel sick and angry? How did he feel? He searched for the right word to describe what he felt or should say didn't feel.

Calm. He scrubbed his face with his hands. No, this can't be. He'd already resigned himself to his all too soon fate. Meeting Selene now had him indulging in a hell of a lot of ridiculous wishful thinking. His course could not be changed, he'd taken it too far.

“Like you, Selene, I too have an ability. You have control over fire and I have control over air.”

She backed away from the table. “How much do you know about me? Who are you? How did you find me? What do you want from me?”

“Whoa,” Cash held up his hands to halt her barrage of questioning, “hold on. I only know what I’ve seen. Considering how we met it's a little hard to hide the fact that you can control an element. And I told you who I was.” He pointed to the carvings on the table. “Cash Scott. As in Scott Enterprises. You've probably heard of my brother Graelen.”

She shook her head, still standing a good distance away from him.

“So Merc is dead?”

Again with the boyfriend. Fuck. “No, your boyfriend is not dead. In fact the sp—uh, the ropes I used to bind him with have probably already been worked loose and I imagine he is already in pursuit again.”

“Then I need to leave. Now. I need to get as far away from here and as fast as I can.” She tried to dodge by him, but he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. He pulled her hips against his own with one hand and with the other fisted her hair, tugging her head back to look at him.

“What's the hurry, Selene? What are you running from? Whoever this guy is to you he can’t get to you here. This house is protected.” Up close her scent drifted over him. He should let her go. His recent use of magick left him feeling restless and edgy with sexual desire. That, coupled with her soft, warm body, had him hard and ready in seconds. He needed to fuck, and she was the one woman he suddenly wanted more than anything else. His fingers kneaded her buttocks through the thin material of his sweat pants she wore as his lips crashed down on her mouth. He knew he was being rough but it couldn't be helped.

He had to stop before it was too late. Her sweet taste flooded him as her tongue accepted and tangled with his own, driving him wild. His ability to end this before it got out of control dissolved when her fingers burrowed in his hair, and when she pulled his scalp, his desire burned out of control with the painful force. But to his shock and dark delight, instead of pulling him off of her as he expected, she crushed him to her for a tighter, rougher kiss. His almost non-existent self-restraint snapped on a groan and he ground against her, desperate and needy for control.

Letting go of his hair, her hands scratched frantically down his back to his waist, leaving a trail of pain and certainty that there would be deep red marks when they were done. Without hesitation she went for his waistband, deftly unbuttoning his jeans.

No. Too fast.

Cash jerked away from her. For a few moments they stood staring at each other, sawing breath in and out of their lungs.

Squaring off for control, he dropped to his knees, yanking down her pants as he went. The sight of