Beyond Bewitching
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Blinking his watery eyes, Tanner bowed his head. “And bless his innocent soul.”
“I knew you’d come. It’s beautiful. Thank you.”
Tanner whirled around at the sound of Sarah’s whisper. Familiar humming carried to his ears, and he scanned the cemetery to find her. A faint silhouette gathered substance near the gate, urging him to his feet. “Sarah!”
“Oh, no, young man! I’m Margaret.” The woman tossed back the hood of her cloak, revealing a round face framed by tight gray curls. “I’m the caretaker here at the museum. Would you boys like to come inside to learn the history of our cemetery? Maybe have some hot cider?”
Disappointment twisted his gut in knots, but he wasn’t about to encourage the old woman to come inside the fence by refusing. “Sure. Thanks for the offer.”
Sarah’s alive. I know she is.
Gesturing for John to lead the way, Tanner walked with him to the opening in the fence. The last thing they needed was for Margaret to notice the new headstone on Samuel’s grave—or the fact that the only footprints in the snow belonged to them as they were exiting.
She guided them along a shoveled sidewalk toward a log cabin. “We don’t get many visitors this time of year. Did you know that cemetery is supposed to be filled with folks who were found guilty of practicing witchcraft? Happened about the same time as the Salem Witch Trials. The grave where you were standing belongs to the young son of an accused witch. She was burned alive in her jail the night before she was to hang.” At the door to the museum, she stomped her boots on the porch and then waved them inside. “Why don’t you warm up by the fire while I get you some cider?”
Anxious to begin the search for Sarah, Tanner considered a slight memory spell but changed his mind when John frowned at him. Remaining undetected was necessary to the survival of the few enduring witch clans. They’d stay a half hour or so—long enough to avoid raising suspicions.
Weaving through a trio of shelves loaded with gift shop paraphernalia, Tanner trailed John across the room toward the fireplace. A rocking chair swayed back and forth, suggesting the museum had another guest.
Rather than sitting in the other chair, Tanner aimed for the hearth. John did the same.
“Ah, my friends have arrived.”
Relief flooded Tanner at the sound of Sarah’s voice again, but he hesitated, not wanting another disappointment like the one he’d experienced outside. He turned to face the occupant of the rocker.
She smiled at him, and his pulse skipped a beat.
Thank the Goddess!
Sarah rose from her seat. “We appreciate the hospitality, Margaret, but we’re expected somewhere.”
The old woman joined them, embracing Sarah for a moment. “Come again soon, dear. You know you’re always welcome.”
“Thank you, I will.” Sarah clasped his and John’s hands, and the heat from the fireplace vanished in an instant. The rough-hewn walls of their bedroom in the cavern replaced the interior of the log cabin. “I’ve missed you.”
Pulling her into his arms, Tanner held her close, counting every beat of her heart against his chest. “We’re going to have to make some mind adjustments after that exit.”
Sarah breathed in her mate’s masculine scent and savored the warmth of his arms around her. Getting dragged into Naga’s and Percy Ellington’s frozen wasteland of eternal damnation had left her with a chill from which she wasn’t sure she’d ever thaw. A few days or weeks in bed with John and Tanner might produce the heat required to defrost her. “It’s fine. Margaret is part of the local coven. They’ve been watching over Samuel’s grave since I ‘died’ in the fire. Their spell hid it from the Black Triad.”
John moved in behind her, surrounding her with more than simple physical warmth. “You’re safe now, and you can be damn sure I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”
Glancing over her shoulder, she frowned. “Who says I’m letting you two out of my sight ever again? Do you have any idea how close you both came to dying because you tried to protect me?”
“Closer than you know.” Tanner pressed his soft lips to her neck, sending tingles down her spine to her pussy. “But you saved me by giving us your bloodstone. I should thank you with an orgasm or two.”
The gift from her coven had finally proven its worth—a hundred times over. “I know exactly how close you came. I felt your pain from the cuts, and every moment the Triad’s poison coursed through your veins took me one step nearer to my own death. When the healing stone touched you, its magick helped me break free from Naga’s black soul to return to the physical world. I waited for you at Samuel’s grave because I knew you’d never break a promise to me. You allowed me to finally be able to say good-bye to my son. I couldn’t have done that without you both.”
“Our bond has made us all stronger.” John caressed her ass, making her nipples harden. He leaned in to kiss her, and his tongue teased the seam of her lips. “I ached for you all last night, Sarah.”
She welcomed him inside, meeting each gentle glide with one of her own. Every slow thrust was punctuated by an arching of his hips and the pressure of his erection against her bottom. His pleasure permeated her thoughts, and she flung open the door to her mind. The few hours I spent away from you seemed like days. I need you both.
Tanner loosened the tie of her cloak, easing it from between her and John. Tossing it aside, he worked the buttons of her blouse free, one by one, as John continued to make love to her mouth. Tanner slid the fabric past her shoulders, his fingers grazing her bare skin and setting her desire ablaze.
Next, he attacked the fastenings on her long wool skirt. Within seconds, the garment brushed along her thighs to puddle around her ankles. He knelt in front of her, unlacing her boots and slipping them from her feet. Are you wet and ready for me, Sarah?
Dragging her lips away from John, she drew in a shuddering breath. Unlike the previous times she’d taken them inside her body, this joining was about emotionally connecting to her mates—the men to whom she’d promised to share her life. I’m ready for both of you. Undress and lie down on the bed, John. I want to ride you while Tanner mounts me.
John stripped out of his clothes almost faster than if she’d made them disappear with a simple spell. He stretched out on the bed, his beautiful thick cock standing at attention. Your steed awaits you.
As she started to climb up next to John, Tanner licked a path up the back of her leg, and she struggled to maintain her balance. His tongue inched closer to the apex of her thighs, triggering another rush of wetness to her cunt. She arched to encourage his exploration.
He hummed in his throat, and vibrations rippled toward her opening. Do you mind if I have a taste before you swallow John with your sweet pussy?
Rather than answer, she spread her knees and leaned forward to trace the curved ridge around the crown of John’s erection. A drop of fluid pooled in the slit, luring her upward as she rocked her hips toward Tanner’s mouth. He ran his tongue from her ready tunnel to her anxious clit.
Tremors sent a spasm to her core, and she took John’s length between her lips to keep from coming apart on the spot. The action proved to be more catalyst than distraction, the smooth skin over steel inciting her already raging hormones. His musky scent and tangy flavor fed her hunger yet made her long for carnal indulgence like she’d never known.
Tanner’s licking and sucking matched her up and down rhythm, John’s groans encouraging her to savor him. Her pulse thumped in her ears, and her muscles shook from the pleasure building in the sensitive bud.
Fingers squeezed her nipple, firing bursts of sensation to her pussy. A spark ignited the short fuse. Lights exploded behind her eyelids, and a relieved cry escaped around the treat in her mouth. Her body seemed to float outside itself as the flames engulfed her. The flash stole the air from her lungs, sending her reeling—but it was only the beginning.
John guided her over his body, settling her on his rigid length and filling half of her. Will you come a
gain for us, Sarah? We were made for this.
She let out a contented sigh against his muscular chest. If you come with me. Tanner, join us so we can all share in the joy.
A cool, slippery finger slid along the crease of her ass, circling her anus once, twice, three times before pushing past the slightly resistant ring of tissue to enter her. The invasion brought pressure but no pain. Tanner eased deeper, seemingly hesitant to move too quickly. For all their physical strength, he and John treated her with the greatest of care.
He added a second digit, repeating the slow glide inside her. You’re so tight. Would you like me to play some more, or are you ready?
Pushing backward against his hand, she took him deeper still. I want your cock inside me now. Make love to me, Tanner.
His physical withdrawal lasted only a couple seconds, and then he lined up the broad head of his cock with her hole. Your wish is my command.
Impatience had her pivoting her hips toward him. John sank into her to the hilt, and Tanner finally penetrated her ass. She’d experienced incredible sex when the three of them had tried this position by the pool, but her world was truly complete with the connection of every part of her to them.
Setting a steady pace, she rocked back and forth. For each of her movements, her mates thrust with her. Without knowing, she’d waited nearly three hundred fifty years for her destiny.
Every plunge and retreat took her higher and higher, surpassing the level she’d reached earlier. That moment of ecstasy didn’t begin to compare to an eternity of absolute serenity. Her heart had spoken to her during the confrontation in the catacombs, giving her perfect clarity. I love you, my mates. Forever and always.
John’s and Tanner’s voices blended in harmony inside her mind. And we love you forever and always, sweet Sarah.
Moist heat flooded her body, and wave after wave of orgasm swept over her. She didn’t need to see either man’s face to know they both smiled. Their emotions bloomed in her soul, singing the lullaby her mother had taught her so long ago.
She collapsed on John, delighting in the weight of Tanner on top of her. The rough panting slowed to contented inhales and exhales, and she closed her eyes.
Tanner rolled sideways, carrying her with him to lie between her lovers. His palm rested on her belly. I don’t want to squish you. You might be pregnant.
Kissing her forehead, John placed his hand next to Tanner’s. How soon will you know? I can’t wait to have babies with you.
Hope warmed her heart, and a smile tickled her lips. Saying a proper good-bye to Samuel had assured her she was finally ready to become a mother again. Although her heart would always be missing a tiny part from the loss, it had healed enough for her to love another child that deeply and that completely. I already know.
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author