by Lauren Dane
If he kept this up, she’d cry for real. “Turn around so I can finish.”
The left corner of his mouth twitched and he finally gave her a small smile before turning. “Explain it to me. What happens with this siphoning stuff. We’ll both feel better when you do.”
“When a mage steals magick, it tears apart your internal shields and makes a wound of sorts, like an ugly tear in the veins your magick travels through. It’s not actually veins, but that’s the easiest way to think on it.”
He shuddered a little and she leaned in to kiss the back of his neck.
“A mage can drain you because the energies they use are … different than what we do. Our magick is natural, it works in certain, reliable ways. There are limits on what we can do, but our ability to do it is inborn.”
“What do I need to do to stop it?”
“Funny you should ask, but Nell’s been in contact with a witch who lives in Boston. She’s working on some defensive magicks from across several practice paths, and she’s going to work with Rodas Clan to teach their witches and then it’ll move outward. Nell is sending Gage to be trained along with a few others and he’ll come back here and do our trainings.”
Her hands shook and she forced herself to concentrate on the wound instead of how he could have been kidnapped or tortured and murdered like some of the others.
“What’s a practice path?”
“Clan witches practice a certain sort of magick. Sometimes that differs from place to place or clan to clan. Then you’ve got others who do things differently. There are a great many witches who use blood in their warding and some of their spellwork.”
She angled the nearby desk lamp to check his back once more. “You’re good. Gage left some stuff his mother made. She’s a medical doctor and a magickal healer of sorts. Anyway, he uses it on his bruises.” She held up the jar of bright green goo.
“I want to shower. And you need to come with me. You know, just in case I need help.”
She rolled her eyes, but felt better.
“Sit.” She pointed at a chair and then began to bustle around, gathering clothes and towels and getting everything ready. “Anyway, a practice path is how a witch accesses her power. But as you can imagine, there’s lots of snobbery and infighting about it. So and so thinks she’s better because she uses magic a certain way and you don’t so you’re inferior. Essentially we’ve lost what makes us all strong. Our ability to use our magicks in many ways for different circumstances.”
She turned the water on and let it heat a moment as she walked back into the bedroom and saw him there, sitting, bruised and bloody and so unbelievably sexy it halted her steps.
“If we knew about each other’s magick, we’d have a lot more defenses against these mages.”
She nodded, moving to him again. “Exactly. Divided we’re weak. This is magick we’re talking about. A witch is a witch as long as she doesn’t break the basic creed about not harming but for self-defense. These mages don’t care what practice path the witches their hurting use. But they’re going to expect a certain response from certain witches. I say we mess that up. If I know how other witches would react that only adds to my ability to fight back. We have to fight back.”
“I agree. But you’re distracting me now and I might need some help with my pants.”
She went to her knees as he stood and the look on his face shot straight to her clit. Gaze on his, she reached up and unzipped his pants.
“I’m suddenly feeling a lot better, but now that I’ve got no blood above my waist, a little dizzy.”
She pulled his pants and his boxers off and stood, but not before she placed a kiss on the head of his cock. “Later for that. Now come on. You need to shower so I can put the bruise goo on you.”
He followed her into the bathroom and she then found herself in the shower stall, her back pressed against the cool tiles. “I’ve got some goo for you too.”
It didn’t do to show him how much he amused her. It would only make him think it was acceptable. But he did.
“Stop that.”
His body was so close as her clothes got soaked. He made very quick work of them, leaving her as naked as he. And her shaking now had nothing to do with fear.
“You should get cleaned up.”
“You’re talking, baby, but not saying anything.” He spoke, his lips against hers and she melted into him. She was so easy for this man. She laughed, not meaning to, but glad for it.
“Have you noticed how much time you spend getting me against walls and laying down on things?”
He laughed before drawing her back under the spray. “It’s biological. If I can hem you in, I know I can talk my way past any of your excuses and right into your panties.”
He underlined this by tracing his fingertips downward, over the seam of her pussy, teasing her open.
She gulped. “Seems to me, you’re already there.”
“I need in you.” Her nipped her bottom lip.
“Yes.”
He eased back, squirting some of his soap into his palm. “After I get you all clean.”
He was the one who needed it. But she let him touch her, let his slick hands rove over the whole of her. She gave herself to him and he took. A circuit of energy clicked between them, heating, enticing, their attraction humming against skin where he slid over her with a covetous touch.
Around those hands, she gently soaped the blood away. Careful with the bruises, she skimmed over his hurts.
His lips brushed against her cheek and then to her mouth. He took her in a kiss that stole her breath. His tongue swept past the seam of her lips.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered as he lifted her up and positioned her just where he wanted. “Don’t strain yourself or you’ll need stitches.”
“I need you so much it’ll hurt if I can’t have you,” he said as he circled her gate with the head of his cock.
It wasn’t that she disagreed with his aims in this.
Before she could re-inquire about his bruises, he’d lifted her a little more and began to work his way inside.
And then she wasn’t sure she could have remembered the words to make him careful with himself. As it was every time he touched her, she melted into him, seeking more, needing everything he wanted to give.
So hot and tight.
Dominic held the most precious thing in his world as he pressed in a little more with each thrust. He fought hard against instincts that made him want to rut. Made him want to plunge into her all the way and fuck her until they were both sated. Fuck her until the fear had gone and the panic over her safety went away.
But just then he wanted to savor all the more. He wanted to take her slowly and enjoy the tautening of their desire, that gradual build to an amazing climax. If he could hold back that part of him that wanted to own her every minute and whispered, harder, harder, more.
He knew she held back; that knowledge only made him want her more.
“Don’t you dare hold back with me,” he said as he kissed across her collarbone. Salt mixing with the water from the shower.
“You just got into a fistfight with four, no, five men, two of whom wanted to steal your magick and kill you and the other three who just wanted to kill you.”
He heard the fear in her voice and stopped, forehead to forehead with her.
“I’m here. You’re here. Let me love you.”
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
He pushed in that last bit, throbbing as her inner walls embraced him.
He pressed in deep and pulled out, over and over. She kissed up his neck, stopping to nip his ear and whisper, “You feel so good in me.”
Her nipples slid across his chest, slick, hard. She made small, rough sounds of need, his pretty, button-down woman. She snarled if he slowed down too much, urged him on as he kept her positioned just the way he wanted.
“You first.” He kissed along her jawline. Getting one hand free, he took her wrist and put her fingers wher
e she’d need them. “Come all around me.”
He moved back to holding her ass and also thanked all the years of physical activity that he could fuck his woman up against a wall and not collapse.
She fluttered around his cock, then tightened. The muscles in her forearm corded as he knew she was making herself come. So. Fucking. Hot.
And the slow build was nearly over. Need took over as the pleasure she gave herself only made him hotter for her. Her body slickened around him as she made a soft gasp as he picked up the pace.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, until she arched and exploded around his cock and there was simply no way not to come. He bit her shoulder and pressed in hard, coming with a groan that echoed all round them in the tiled enclosure until there was no other sound but panting for breath and water hitting bodies.
He kissed her; the ability to be slow and gentle had returned, but her response was wilder than he’d expected, which he liked. A lot.
He put her down carefully and she kissed his chest over his heart, hugging him.
“Let me get your back,” she said quietly.
He turned and let her minister to him as he closed his eyes and let the comfort of the bond take over as well.
Chapter 18
“ARE you certain it’s the time to be making this trip, Meriel?” Edwina stopped Meriel in the hallway. She and Dominic would be heading to Bend for the next several days.
“There’ve been no more attacks since Tuesday. Nell has done a great job with patrols. Our people are safe. This is the man who is in every way, but biological, Dominic’s father. I want to meet him and Dominic needs to tell him face-to-face about all this.”
Edwina paused and took a deep breath. “You’re very exposed. It makes me nervous.”
Meriel smiled.
“I saw the way Dominic fights, Mother. He’s just as able to protect me as Gage or another guard. I have the magick part down. You can see his magickal skills improving every day. At the rate he learns, he’s going to be as easy with his magick as I am in a month or so.”
Edwina nodded curtly, but it was clear she approved. “Yes, he’s a very quick study. Helps that he’s naturally very powerful, but he has excellent concentration. He’s been a very good student. I wasn’t sure how he would be. He can be irreverent at times.”
After her interrogation of Dominic on the night he and Meriel ascended, Edwina had decided she would be the best person to teach Dominic. Whatever her mother’s flaws, being a good teacher wasn’t one of them. The two had clicked quickly and Dominic soaked up everything Edwina threw his way.
Surprised and amused, Meriel laughed. “Irreverent is a good way to put it.”
“The two of you are clearly made for each other in that respect.” Edwina sniffed. “You will call to check in. Your father worries about you and then he’s out in his garden all day and I can’t take him deciding to rip up more of my land for one of his projects.”
Meriel’s dad did have a way of dealing with his stress and worries through his projects. Edwina had ambition and drive. She was an intense person who ate stress for breakfast and dared it to give her a bellyache. Her father was more relaxed, but he didn’t cope the way his wife did. It made them a good fit as a couple, but Meriel could see how having your spouse always ripping up and rebuilding things in the yard might get a little annoying. Then again, she imagined her dad went out there to get away from his wife’s way of dealing with stress, which was to take care of things and order everyone around.
“I’ll call when I get to Bend. You have my cell and I’ll be sure you have Tom’s home number as well.”
Edwina nodded. “All right then. Tell Dominic I still expect to see him for our lessons at four on Monday.” She turned and walked a few steps before pausing to turn back to Meriel. “I think having this hunter train our people is a good idea. I’m charging you to create a committee to figure out how to get our people into these classes. I put some funds for it in your budget. I want this up and running as soon as possible. I assume you’ll be in contact with your aunt?”
Well. This was unexpected. Appreciated of course, but her mother had essentially just given the green light to something she’d argued against only a month before.
“Thank you. I’ve got some ideas on how to get started. I’ll definitely coordinate with Gennessee on how to get their people trained as well.”
“I spoke with Rebecca about the attack on Dominic on Wednesday. She is similarly putting energy into this project.” Edwina took a deep breath but said nothing else. Mostly likely it was that her aunt would see this as a much bigger threat than Edwina would simply because Gennessee’s territory was a far different animal than Owen’s was. More dangerous. Gennessee’s hunter team was fierce and well trained. Nell had long wanted to bring some of the basics of what they did into Owen’s structure but Edwina had resisted.
Edwina’s half-sister, Rebecca, was the leader of Clan Gennessee. Meriel’s grandfather had been married to Rebecca’s mother, but after she died in a house fire, he’d then met and married his bond-mate, who happened to be next in line to run Owen. It was sort of Jerry Springer territory, but they did manage to be a family.
This cemented the dominance of the entire western United States by the same family. Gennessee started when a small group of witches, including an Owen sister, chose to stay in California when the rest of the clan headed to Seattle.
Emily Owen had taken a name from their mother’s family, Gennessee, and they’d built their own branch of Clan Owen. Because of this, Owen witches would come to hold a great deal of power as the land recognized their magick and had connected with it over the generations. Owen witches, be they Gennessee or not, were the strongest in the world in their own territory and because the font included over twenty-five hundred witches, even outside their territory they were a force to be reckoned with.
Not that things weren’t complicated sometimes between Gennessee and Owen. But they would always hold together against an outside force.
“I’ll keep you apprised.”
“Of course.” Edwina nodded. “Be careful. Please.”
Meriel waved at her mother’s retreating back, smiling.
* * *
DRIVING south and then east toward Bend, Dominic felt freer the more miles he managed to rack up. She’d gone to work for a while, long enough to let him sleep after a late night at Heart of Darkness. Though she’d claimed otherwise. She took care of him like no one else ever had. And she’d just done it as if she always had. A little over two weeks and his life was totally different and, he couldn’t deny, totally better, even with the crazy business with the mages.
She’d arrived at his apartment with hot coffee and fresh bagels. A very nice way to be woken up. She smelled good and felt right and he loved the way she looked, cool and professional in her feminine suit, her hair a soft tumble of curls held back by a pretty clip he’d given her a few days prior.
He’d lured her to bed and even now she looked sexy and sort of disheveled, though still lovely in jeans and a sweater. He’d asked, and she’d let her hair stay free. She had her boots off and he could see she wore his favorite socks.
Whimsy to balance the heavy task she would bear as she took over the clan. It made her perfect to him. Gorgeous. Intelligent. Talented and powerful witch. Uninhibited in bed, or out of it. The sex was mind-blowing. He couldn’t even make up a fantasy as good as what they managed to get up to pretty much as often as they could. Well, maybe if it was a threesome with her clone. That could work.
Mmmm, yes.
“Whatever are you thinking about?” his lovely woman at his side asked, amusement in her tone.
Of course she had files on her lap and had spent the last two hours tapping away on her laptop. He’d been amazed by her capacity to work at any and all times. In the beginning anyway. Now he just accepted it as another one of her incredible gifts.
“I was thinking about a three-way with you and your clone, as it happens.”
“Really.”
She leaned over to kiss the side of his neck. “You’re so delightfully single-minded about sex.”
“I seem to recall I’m not the only one.”
“Very true. And what can I say? I’m rather flattered that if you’re thinking about three-ways you’d make me both women instead of adding a supermodel or something.”
“None of them have a thing on you.” Which wasn’t a lie at all.
He wanted to show her off, he could admit it, at least in his head. He wanted to present her to Tom and have Tom see what an amazing woman he’d fallen for. Wanted Tom to approve of how he’d made his life better.
Dominic had resented the iron-fisted way he’d been raised, but now, on the other side of a really dark time in his life, it had been Tom’s upbringing and his steady way of being in Dominic’s life that had given him the biggest push to finally get his act together.
“It’s going to be fine,” she said before answering her ringing phone.
He liked that too. Her way of knowing what he needed to hear and giving it to him.
He drove as her voice soothed him in the background. And then he smiled as that tone changed.
In addition to a host of positive qualities, Meriel Owen was really, really bossy, which he admittedly had only recently come to find attractive in a woman. Watching her work was sexy and inspiring. She was effortlessly efficient. She dealt with her mother by simply letting Edwina wash uselessly around her. It puzzled Edwina, Dominic thought. She didn’t understand her daughter so she provoked her, constantly trying to figure her out.
Meriel, to her great credit, did seem to understand her mother. And as much as she could, without harming her own perspective, she let her mother organize and tidy, knowing it’s what Edwina did to express her affection.