Beyond The Veil: A Paranormal & Magical Romance Boxed Set

by Multiple Authors

  “What should we do now?” Jorge asked.

  “Let’s continue with the joining. I refuse to let that evil witch ruin my day after everything else she’s done to me and my family,” Roxen decided.

  Jaxon, the eighth most powerful witch of all, stood ready to do the ritual. “The council will deal with her. Let’s finish this joining now,” she suggested.

  Roxen and Jorge stood with Jaxon in front of them and all their guests behind them. Jaxon explained what the joining meant and then she chanted the ancient words of joining. Roxen repeated her part and Jorge repeated his.

  “You are now joined together by the goddess,” Jaxon declared

  Chapter Four

  Happy Ever After

  Jorge felt like he’d been given the best gift in the world. His witch was finally truly his and he was hers. Life would finally be all that it could be for the two of them. Roxen’s house was perfectly located to give them some distance from the camp but be near enough that contact and visits wouldn’t be a problem. They’d have privacy so their relationship could develop but they were close enough to anything they might need like stores and friends.

  Speaking of friends, Adame and Jaxon seemed to be enjoying each other’s company and Jorge was happy that Adame was relaxing. Jaxon was a sweet witch, close to Roxen’s age. She wasn’t very muscular but Adame had always preferred the soft curvy females. The witch was that and she was cute in an adorable way. Roxen and she were related but they were also close friends. That had been obvious by how relieved she was to see Roxen when she showed up this morning to do the ceremony. Since she had been given instructions by the council, she was afraid it would all turn out to be a lie and Roxen wouldn’t be safe at home. When she saw her, Jaxon had burst into tears of joy.

  The cousins had hugged and they had both started talking so fast, Jorge couldn’t understand most of what they had said. He did hear Roxen promise to do Jaxon’s joining ceremony if a male deserving of her was found. That made Jorge smile to himself. Jaxon probably didn’t consider him deserving of Roxen, he probably wasn’t. His witch probably wouldn’t consider any man worthy of her friend either. Wouldn’t it be hilarious and amazing if Jaxon and Adame ended up joined?

  He pulled Roxen into his arms and kissed her thoroughly to seal their oaths to each other. It would almost be worth the disappointment their friends would feel to pick his witch up and carry her to their room and indulge in each other while the celebration went on without them. Roxen would be so embarrassed, she might not forgive him anytime soon and Adame would give him a hard time as friends often did. Jorge decided to just pull Roxen onto his lap so she could feel how much he was suffering and suffer along with him. Sharing was caring!

  “This celebration seems to be taking forever,” Roxen whispered in his ear after they were finished with their meal.

  “I believe we can slip away now. No one should expect us to stay longer. It would be torture,” he whispered back.

  Their guests were eating, drinking, and a few were dancing, some dancing well and others doing what looked more like standing sex. Jorge believed they could leave as long as they did it quietly and no one would notice. He couldn’t wait much longer to claim his lovely bride, his cock felt as if it would explode. Roxen seemed to be more than ready too so it was time to go. It made him feel like a teenager sneaking away to misbehave, but he helped Roxen stand before standing himself. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her along at a fast speed toward her house and the room he was certain Adame had prepared for them. It was customary for guests to fix the room the newly joined couple would bond in by getting new bedcovers, perfuming the room with flowers and candles, and having it blessed for fertility.

  They ran along the path laughing like children so full of laughter and love for each other his heart swelled and filled with warmth. In just a few minutes he would finally be able to sink into his witch’s wet heat and claim her for all time. The path went for about a mile before it wound up to the house and it seemed like longer than that with the desire riding them. He was tempted to just take her in the grass but it was her first time and that would be selfish. Roxen meant so much more to him than just a warm and sexy body to slake his lust, she was the woman he loved and had chosen for all time. They would wait and do this right by being in the room they would now share where she would be comfortable, there would be sweet wine to relax her, a tray of food if she was hungry, fine bedcovers to silkily slid over her skin, and he would take his time and treat her right. They approached the curve leading to the house when someone moved out and stood in their way.

  “Mahegan, what are you doing here?” Jorge asked. A man’s joining day wasn’t the time for an old lover to appear. It was twice as bad when their new wife knew about the old lover.

  “You might be the greatest general ever, but in your private life you are oblivious. Why do you think I’m here?” Mahegan asked.

  “You intend to kill him,” Roxen said.

  “Yes, you are much brighter than him. Stay out of my way and I’ll allow you to live,” Mahegan offered.

  “We both know I can’t do that and you have no intention of sparing me anyway,” Roxen replied.

  “It was worth a try. You’re much smarter than your man but it’s not making my life easier,” Mahegan grouched.

  “”What does this mean, Roxen?” Jorge asked.

  “When those women came to our room to confront me, something bothered me. It was a scent combined with a sense of something not quite right. Mahegan is a witch that dabbles in the dark arts. I would guess that she is the Elder widow’s student. Am I right?”

  “Very good. But the knowledge won’t help you.”

  “Are you stronger than your teacher?” Jorge asked.

  “Not yet, but someday.”

  “Roxen defeated her. She sent her to face the witch’s council. You can go there or Roxen may unleash something less palatable on you,” Jorge threatened.

  “You’re lying. Black magic is stronger than white magic, I will win,” she cackled. She waved a wand at them and Roxen grabbed Jorge’s hand. He guessed it was to extend the magic that protected her, to him as well.

  Nothing happened and Mahegan screeched a rough grating sound that hurt his ears. Roxen chanted and it took a few seconds but Mahegan began to shrink and change. Feathers sprouted and her anatomy changed to that of a drufus bird. They were known for two things, their stupidity and the awful bitter taste of their flesh. The bird screeched and tried to make a run at them but Roxen lifted her finger and the bird fell back and rolled on the ground. There was no way anyone would look at that bird and guess that a woman was locked inside.

  “How long will she stay that way?” Jorge asked.

  “I spelled her to be a bird but the bird will have a strong instinct to make its way to the witch’s council. She can’t speak or understand language while she’s in that form, but any high level witch will instantly recognize what she truly is and what she did to be spelled.”

  “That’s amazing. I wanted to be your protector, but it seems you are mine. At least I know who poisoned me and she’s been dealt with.”

  “She carried much hate and she had the skills to destroy you in other ways. You were lucky she wanted to use a way that would be slow and painful. Otherwise you might have died before you could get help.”

  “I never saw her hate, she hid it well. She does make a good drufus bird and that is a satisfying punishment.”

  “It suits her personality. Come, let’s leave her to her fate. We have better things to do.”

  Jorge couldn’t agree more. In one day they had joined and dealt with their personal enemies. The only one left he’d like to deal with was Knorris, but with peace in the air, he’d have to let him slide. It sounded like the king was dealing with him personally and Jorge had heard that Knorris’ bride had arrived yesterday. That must have put a twist in his hose. Letting go of all the fear and resentment would just make this evening perfect in every way.

  The h
ouse was right in front of them calling to them. It would be the place they bond in and they would start their family here. Maybe a son to teach to take his place as lord someday or a lovely daughter that would look just like his witch and take her position. Thinking of siring a child on his woman made his cock jump with need. That was strange since before Roxen he’d never thought of children at all. She had changed him and what he wanted in his life just by being herself. They opened the door and walked inside, her room was just down the hall.

  The house could be easily enlarged because he intended to plant his seed often and vigorously in his beautiful witch. Pulling her into the bedroom, he took a second to look around and appreciate the work Adame had supervised that was done in the room. Pillows were piled on the bed and the coverings were blue like Roxen’s eyes. As he drew in a deep breath, he enjoyed the sweet scents that both soothed and titillated the senses. He saw a table with food and wine and he stepped forward to pour them each a glass.

  He turned to hand Roxen her glass and almost dropped them both when he stared at her. His mouth dry as he saw she was wearing a silk and lace contraption that hid nothing only highlighted all her best features. She’d certainly changed clothes quickly. Her legs looked long and firm and he could see her bare mound through the fabric. Her breasts were lifted like offerings that made his mouth water. At least it wasn’t dry anymore. So much skin was revealed, he didn’t know where to start. Handing her a glass of wine, he gulped his hoping to calm down so he wouldn’t explode before he sank himself inside her. No one had ever affected him like his beautiful witch.

  She sipped her wine like the most refined lady and if she was nervous, it was impossible to tell. Since he was nervous and had done this countless times, he knew she had to be with it being her first time. The pain she might endure was something he wished he could take away and he would do his best to make it easy for her. He’d never been with an innocent before so it was a first for him as well. He set his empty glass down and waited as patiently as he could while she finished off the last of her own wine. An awareness like he’d never known ran over him and he knew he couldn’t wait another second. Grabbing her glass from her hand, he set it down next to his and he picked her up and walked to the bed where he gently placed her in the middle of it.

  Her eyes were bright, her skin warm, and he knew she would be hot and wet in her center. The outfit she wore turned out to have bows that were easy to undo in all the right places. It was like unwrapping the most perfect present and now she lay totally exposed and accessible to him. First he gave her a passionate kiss and then he worked his way down her body with his hands and his mouth until his face was right above her womanly center.

  Her scent teased his nose, rich and womanly. The desire she felt was apparent in her smell and in the glistening folds right beneath his eyes. Women had always been drawn to him but never had he wanted it more or feared she might not want him. Now when it was so important his confidence failed him. She had waited so long to be claimed but with the pain of a first time, would she regret letting him take her? No, he would never allow that. He would make certain she was so overwhelmed with need the pain would just be a minor inconvenience.

  Kissing the inside of one thigh, she writhed under him and it delighted him. Moving his mouth to the other thigh, he repeated his actions. “Oh, by the goddess, Jorge take me!”

  He chuckled, yes his little witch was almost there. “Soon, Roxen. Just lie back and enjoy.”

  She moaned with need and he loved it. Feeling her impatience, he ran his tongue up the crease of her fold sinking into them at her clit. She spread her legs wider and arched up to him. “Yes,” she screamed.

  Moving one hand up to her entrance, he sank a finger inside her while his tongue worried her little bundle of nerves. She was so slick it slid in without much resistance. He sucked her clit into his mouth lightly raking it with his teeth and groaned with need. Adding another finger, he began to enthusiastically finger fuck her as his tongue pressed her little nubbin. So close, the slightest thing might push her over, he sucked her clit in and lightly bit it. His witched screamed her release and thrashed under him.

  Moving fast, he slid up her body and entered her pressing through the thin barrier while she was still lost in the throes of her climax. A slight moan was the only sign she had felt her innocence disappear. He stayed still looking for a sign that it was okay to move. When she wrapped her legs around his hips and arched up against him, he took that as an indication that she was alright. Slowly, unwilling to risk hurting her, he began to pump in and out of his woman. He could feel her toes sinking into the cheeks of his ass as she used the move for leverage and slammed up against him. Someone was impatient, he picked up his speed wanting nothing more than to please his witch.

  Soon he was slamming in and out of her and she begged him to go harder, faster, deeper, and just more. Her sexual side was fully awake now, she was insatiable, her appetite matched his, and he could see this bed would become their favorite place. He plunged in as deep as he could go and pressed against her womb. Soon he would be making a delivery there and hopefully it would take root. Just the thought turned him on more than he could describe. Roxen was his and if he could she would bear the fruit of their joining soon, very soon.

  Faster and harder he drove into her with no other thought than the pleasure of their bodies joining and the baby he intended to give her. Riding the razor’s edge of release he held back for her pleasure. Her climax was his primary concern, seeding her willing body came secondary. A keening cry ripped from her and her channel gripped him like a vise. The pleasure of her tight grip overwhelmed him and he joined her, his orgasm squeezed out of him by her squeezing sheath. A feeling came over him and he suspected they had just created a new life from their love.

  Their bodies were still pressed together and his still hard cock was deep inside her. He didn’t want to leave the wet heat of her center where he felt at home. Never had a woman given him the pleasure or the sense of belonging his witch had gifted him with. This was where he wanted to be forever and she would always be his. Never would he let her escape him and he would do all he could to keep her happy and wanting him.

  “Does this mean you want to go another round?” she asked breathily.

  “All night long, my sexy sweet witch,” he replied with a chuckle. It would be no hardship to continue to please his witch. Her inner muscles were massaging his staff and his body jerked with pleasure. Tonight would test his endurance and he was thrilled with the chance to wear out his lovely woman.

  “Don’t ever stop,” she crooned and he knew she meant loving her. Eventually they would both pass out from the extreme pleasure they were experiencing but right now he just wanted to stay inside her and continue to live in the moment.

  “Move Sweetheart,” his witch demanded so he did. He began to pump in and out of her tight heated body.

  His thrusts sped up as he sank deep inside her and pulled almost all the way out before pumping back in. Her moans encouraged him and she arched up to him as he slammed downward. He shook with need and the effort of keeping in control. Watching her face as he drilled into her, he was overcome with the beauty and bliss he saw there as her body accepted his willingly. It wasn’t long before they both exploded clutching each other and riding the ecstasy that gripped them until finally their bodies relaxed and this time they slipped into slumber.

  A few hours later they woke and shared a meal and a little more wine. It was sweet and relaxing, some mighty fine wine that made Jorge think about what the earlier drink had led to. Roxen seemed to be thinking along a similar vein because she moved closer to him. He reached over and lifted her onto his lap. That was where he preferred her to sit anyway so he could feel her pressed against him and enjoy her sweet scent drifting over him.

  It wasn’t hard to imagine himself sinking balls deep in his witch every chance he got for the rest of his life, but it wasn’t all about sex either. He wanted to share her world, understand h
er talent, and share his world with her. Since the moment he had woke up and looked at her after she’d healed him, he’d known on an instinctive level that she was the only one for him. Time had proven that was true over and over until he’d finally claimed her.

  Life was going to be good for his witch and him. He knew they would have hard times but as long as they clung to each other and let nothing come between them, life would always turn around.

  Go Back

  Quest of a Scottish Warrior

  The MacLomain Series-Later Years

  Book One

  By

  Sky Purington

  COPYRIGHT © 2015

  Edited by Cathy McElhaney

  Dedication

  This is dedicated to author Sharon A. Donovan. Succeeding in life despite eventual blindness, her love for painting turned to the beautiful masterpieces she created when writing. An inspiration to us all, I will never forget you, my friend.

  1957-2012

  “May the wearer of the Claddagh find love,

  friendship and loyalty.” ~From The Claddagh Ring by Sharon A. Donovan

  Visit her website to learn more about Sharon’s memorable books.

  Quest of a Scottish Warrior by Sky Purington

  The MacLomain Series-Later Years

  Book One

  Prologue

  11 July, 1274

  Turnberry Castle

  The Coast of Kirkoswald Paris

  Just North of Ayrshire, Scotland

  “BE BORN ALREADY my wee bairn,” Sir Robert VI de Brus muttered and waved over another mug of whisky.

  Logan remained silent by his side as the new Norman ruler scanned his surroundings with bleary eyes. Most if not all had their heads down and were likely wishing they could leave as Marjorie, Countess of Carrick, released another blood-curdling scream.