by Casey Morgan
“No, I need to do other things to you,” he said, “that wouldn’t be suited to allowing you to stay in a pear tree all day.”
“Is that so?” I asked him, as he put the orb down and it went bouncing off somewhere, as if it had a mind of its own.
And for all I knew, it very well could.
Then he put a strong arm around my waist and kissed my neck in that way I was already coming to love.
“In fact, I think it would be fun to keep you captive in a tree all day,” he said. “But I would still need to let you down every now and then so that I could have my way with you.”
“Really, really have your way with me?”
“When you’re ready,” he said again, driving me crazy, as he took my clothes back off and took down his own pants.
He pulled out his huge cock and began rubbing it in between my thighs. It was making me feel insane. I just wanted to jump on it and stick it in me. But I knew he wouldn’t let me.
I was glad he had let me into his world a little bit, by showing me the orb and telling me what information it had revealed to him and what information he still needed to figure out. But I didn’t know why he couldn’t just fill me in on everything, and fucking fuck me already.
I told myself not to worry about it, and I gave into his kisses, as he trailed them up my neck and then onto my lips. When his tongue met mine, he grabbed it into his mouth quickly, as if biting it, and at the same time, he spread my ass cheeks open.
He put a finger up against my ass hole while his other hand pulled my hair a bit, as his tongue wrestled mine back and forth. Then he put another finger up into my pussy and slid it in and out.
I was wet for him, and nearly panting for him. He made me feel like an animal and I began to remember how I thought I had seen his eyes flash at me. And I began to think about the way he growled.
What was he?
Soon, though, all thought had left my mind as I leaned into his chin and let him kiss my neck while he fingered my pussy.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, calling out in ecstasy. “Mmmmm.”
“Shhh,” he said, spanking my ass a bit and then squeezing it, causing me to get even wetter, so that juices from my pussy ran out onto his hand. “You have to be quiet. You never know who might be lurking in these woods.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, taking my head away from his and looking into his eyes.
“I’m kind of important in these parts,” he told me.
His bragging was kind of cute but I still didn’t know how seriously to take him.
Were we in danger?
“People are always watching me.”
He grabbed my tongue with his again and I let him have it, thinking again about the wolf that had been watching us earlier.
Had he known?
He had gone in that direction after I had told him about it.
Now, his finger was plunged deep inside me and his other hand was gripping tightly onto my ass. I was riding his hand and feeling overcome with lust again, humming into his neck and saying, “Oh, Melchior, you make me feel so good.”
But I was whispering it down low so that no one would hear me. He was running a head up my back and then pinching one of my nipples while he kept finger fucking me.
And then I saw him.
Someone watching us by the same tree.
But it wasn’t a man this time.
It was a wolf.
My first instinct was to say something to Melchior, but at first I didn’t. The man’s eyes were handsome and full of lust. I began to wonder if Melchior knew he would be there and if that was why he was talking so crazy.
I didn’t know what to think or believe. But I returned Melchior’s deep and passionate kisses while looking at the man straight in his eyes.
I swore they started glowing, just as Melchior’s had earlier.
And then something else flashed in the stranger’s eyes.
It seemed like danger, and just like that, he seemed to be growing bigger, and making a strange animal noise.
“Um, Melchior,” I said, pulling my lips away form his. “This is feeling really great and I hate to interrupt, but, um, there’s a man…”
As I pointed, I realized that it wasn’t just a man. Whomever had been looking at us was now half a wolf, and I glanced back at Melchior, I realized that he wasn’t alone.
Suddenly, Melchior’s arms seemed to be getting bigger. And harrier. He was balling his fists up and clawing at his own hand. He was making the most low and guttural growling sounds I had ever heard come out of anyone.
“Marilyn, don’t worry,” he said, but then his words turned into growls and howls.
“Melchior?” I asked him, desperately confused.
Looking back at the tree, I saw that now there was a whole wolf there, and I was pretty sure it was a different one than I had seen watching me before. And Melchior was continuing his transformation, his chest getting bigger and tighter, his nose turning into a snout, which was growling even louder now, and he was even sprouting a tail.
The wolf by the tree was no longer by the tree but was instead running in our direction. And the man I had been making out with, almost having sex with, was no longer beside me but was running towards the wolf. And he was also a wolf now, instead of a man like he just had been.
What the fuck is happening?
First I was about to lose my virginity to a douchebag, and now I was about to lose it to some sort of werewolf creature?
Why did I have to have such bad luck?
But as the two wolves collided, scratching and crawling and fighting, I realized that the powerful force that had been drawing me to him was something like love. And that a similar force was drawing me to the other wolf, even though I knew it shouldn’t be, because clearly these two weren’t friends.
Melchior was right— I obviously had a lot more to learn than I even knew possible.
And that was when I learned a few things right away.
My new boyfriend was a wolf.
He hated this other wolf.
And, as the other wolf left Melchior to charge at me, as he scooped me up in his arms and started running with me, with faster-than-human, faster-than-wolf strength, like some kind of supercharged animal, I realized that I could be in very grave danger but for some reason I was attracted to the man— I mean wolf— who was the very reason for that danger.
What the hell had gotten into me?
It was like I left home and became someone totally different.
Or maybe I was starting to find out who I really was supposed to be.
If only this wolf who is dragging me through the forest will let me live long enough to figure it out.
THE END
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Prologue
Shanna
“I really think that you should calm down, Shanna.”
My mother looked at me with un-compassionate eyes, like the fact that I was making a scene was the big deal.
I glared at her and my sister and my now ex-fiancé. Derek looked down and shuffled his feet a bit. But he didn’t look sorry. Not at all.
I frowned at him.
“It’s two days before our wedding, Derek. Two days! And you expect me to be calm?”
My anger made my voice raspy.
Without even thinking, I gathered the magic in the air around me and brought it into my body. I didn’t have a clue what kind of spell I wanted to cast: a fireball, a blast spell, an illegal curse? Whatever would mak
e me feel better in this moment.
“Shanna!” My father hissed, looking down at my palms. “There will be no magic in this house. Drop it, young lady!”
I breathed out and released all the magic in my body.
“I’m the better witch anyway,” bragged Nora.
My bratty little sister stood with her arms, crossed facing me. Derek, my ex and now her fiancé, was standing right by her.
It was Thanksgiving and I had just caught the two of them kissing in the hallway. I had been walking down the hallway to let them know dinner was ready, when I saw that they had already gotten started enjoying a pre-dinner treat of their own!
Derek was kissing my little sister two days before he was supposed to marry me. It was absurd! Like a crazy nightmare that I couldn’t wake up from.
And to make matters worse, my parents were supporting Nora. She had always been their favorite, a fact they never bothered to hide from me, and now they wanted me to calm down and support my sister and her new love. I wanted to claw her eyes out.
Instead, I ignored Nora’s comment and took a seat on the tan couch that occupied my parents’ too-sterile living room. My mother had just recently been convinced to take the plastic off the furniture, but it still looked like no one lived here.
I never knew why they insisted on living in a museum-like atmosphere. Now I was thinking that perhaps it was to match their cold, empty hearts.
“Okay,” I said, my voice hard and barely just above a whisper. “Let me get this straight. You two have been dating and sleeping together for months. Months during which you, Derek, lied to me and let me continue planning a big wedding that you had no intention of ever going through with?”
My mother wandered over to sit next to me. She put a bony hand on my thigh in a way that was supposed to be comforting, but was not at all. I flinched under the iciness of her hand.
“Pumpkin,” she looked at me with wide blue eyes that mirrored my own. “Love just happens. Nora and Derek didn’t plan this. I don’t understand why you aren’t happy for her.”
I moved my knee out of her grasp and glared at her. Mom always took Nora’s side, even if that side was crazy.
“How long have you and Dad known about this?” I asked, my voice even and cold.
Mom dropped her eyes from mine. “A few months. You see...”
I jumped to my feet. “A few months!”
I glared at her and my father; neither looked sorry.
“I spent so much of my own money on this wedding and the honeymoon.” I glanced at Derek. “The wedding and honeymoon in Ireland that you convinced me to book, so that we could meet my distant relatives! What the hell, Derek? Why would you even have me do that?”
“Well, Shanna,” Derek shuffled forward. “I figured, you know, that you could give Nora and me the tickets. I mean, that’s her family, too.”
Oh, hell no!
“Derek, I paid for the tickets.”
I shook my head, partly to show my refusal to his ridiculous suggestion, but mostly to hide the fact that I could no longer hold back my tears.
“There is no way that I’m sending you and my sister on what was supposed to be our wedding and honeymoon trip.”
Dad tutted at me. “Be reasonable, Shanna.”
I turned to glare at him. I felt the magic in the room rush into my body again and wove my fingers through the movements of a blast spell.
My mom, dad and Nora all sucked in magic of their own. We didn’t send spells at each other much, but, as a family of witches, it did happen from time to time.
I fingered the blast spell resting in my palm. It felt like a ball of swirling hot air. I wanted to release it at my sister; to see her crushed against the wall and maybe taking out my mom’s pristine couch with her.
But I wouldn’t do that. I was a good witch. I was a good girl. A lot of good it had done me in life, but, like it or not, that was who I was. So, I dropped the spell, grabbed my purse and headed towards the door.
Derek followed me outside. He seemed anxious, as I unlocked what was formerly our car. As far as I was concerned, it was my car now.
“Where are you going, Shanna?” he asked.
I didn’t even turn to look at him. I couldn’t. I had loved him this morning. Two hours ago, we were engaged and happy, or at least that was what I thought. My heart clenched. It was heavy and aching in my chest.
How could he do this to me?
I felt the magic in the air around me again, but quickly pushed it away. There was nothing it could do to help. I had all the magic in the world, but no spell would fix a broken heart.
“Shanna?” Derek asked again.
“I’m going to Ireland,” I told him. “Clearly, the wedding is off. But I’m still going on our honeymoon.”
He blinked at me, as if he wasn’t comprehending. Just in case there was any chance he thought I might be delusional and meaning “with him,” still, I decided to clarify things.
“Alone.”
And with that, I got into the car and shut the door in his face.
I had no idea what the future had in store for me, or why Ireland of all places would hold anything better than here, but I figured I had to go somewhere, try something. Clearly all that was left at home was heartache and betrayal. Plus, I was not about to waste the money I had spent on my portion of the ticket, at least.
Well, that’s over, I thought. Time for something new.
Get The Spell of Three here!
Two strapping Irish elves. One lonely but strong female witch. And a love – not to mention a burning desire – that cannot be denied.
Shanna McDonnell is having a horrible would-be honeymoon. It doesn’t help that her fiancé just left her for her little sister or that her parents are on her sister’s side.
But now she is in Ireland, during the rainy season, alone. She’s supposed to meet her long-lost relatives, but the McDonnells of Ireland aren’t the friendly family she expects. And meeting them leads her to real trouble.
Luck’s Hollow is a town mostly inhabited by elves and sprites. Its small-town feel, and little shops, make it the perfect destination for the paranormal tourist. And Hennessey House is the most charming bed and breakfast for the discerning werewolf or witch.
The tall, handsome elf brothers, Brody and Ryan, are the general managers of the bed and breakfast that has been in their family for hundreds of years. The brothers like to share a joke, and show off their muscles, but when a gorgeous red-headed witch checks into the honeymoon suite alone, they decide to try to show off and share other things as well.
What starts as a one-night stand with both elves meant to be a fun fling to help Shanna forget her heartbreak grows into so much more. Suddenly Shanna is facing the wrath of her Irish cousins and the scorn of the whole town. But the elves’ love is a natural spell so powerful Shanna doesn’t think she could break it even if she wanted to.
Will Ryan and Brody’s love be enough to pull her through when things with her family turn violent? Or will the magic between them fizzle when reality sets in?
The Spell of Three is a full-length urban fantasy steamy menage paranormal romance of over 65,000 words. It is intended for ages 18 and up due to its heat level and adult situations.
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