Holding the wheel with one hand, he held the van steady on the old dirt road and reached for his glove box. Squeezing the latch, he opened it and dug around for his cell. Rarely did he use the thing. The things were creepy, if you asked him. But Leigh had insisted.
Flipping it open, he scrolled for Edmund’s cell number. When it blinked onto the screen, he pressed send. The phone began to ring as he brought it to his ear. After two rings, Edmund picked up. “Hello?”
The road turned to the left, and Bryhan jerked the wheel sharply. “Who the bloody hell answered your phone the other day?”
“Oh, Bryhan.” Edmund chuckled nonchalantly.
Bryhan downshifted, his jaw set hard. “Yeah, Bryhan. Answer my bloody question, and don’t lie.”
“Full of manners, as usual.”
Bryhan could all but see Edmund shaking his head through the phone. Edmund chuckled, deep and hearty.
When Bryhan responded with silence, Edmund continued. “The woman is my wife, or rather, soon to be.”
For a moment, the world stopped spinning. Shock knocked Bryhan off balance, his mind tripping over the impossible thought. His van veered, and he jerked it back.
“Bloody married, mate?” he gasped.
“Yes, married.”
“But ...”
Again Edmund chuckled. Hell, wasn’t he just damned happy? Bloody chuckling and giggling like some schoolboy.
“Her doing, really. She’s quite the woman, and I can’t wait for you to meet her.”
“Her doing? But what about ...?” Bryhan realized with every word he spoke, he got louder.
“The spell? She’s one of us now. Called up Rane all by herself, set off to England, and had her a sip.” The idiot laughed again. Bryhan would like to know what was so damned funny.
“No kidding,” he gritted through his teeth.
“No.”
“And Rane was willing to do that?”
“He was all too happy to, knowing it would piss me off.”
“So ... bloody hell.” Bryhan raked his hand through his hair, seeing a ray of hope for the first time in many, many years.
The solution, his plan, was there without even thinking about it. He knew what he had to do. Knew what happened next.
The cell phone faded in and out as Edmund asked twice, “What’s the matter?”
Bryhan slowed his truck as he spoke. “If he can do it for you, he can do it for me. Have him overnight it.” Edmund damned well better do it.
“What?” Finally Edmund didn’t sound so amused.
Bryahn stopped the truck, slamming it into park. He licked his lips, staring out at the green fields of tall, whipping grass on either side of the narrow dirt road. His mind boiled over with emotions, but in a twisted way, he felt strangely calm. Maybe he was happy, more than anything. “You heard me. You’re in England with him now. So get it from him. Overnight it to Leigh.”
“But it has to stay warm.”
“No” wasn’t an answer Bryhan would accept. Now that the possibility was there, he wasn’t letting it go. Never. “So stick it in a bloody thermos. Whatever. Figure it out. Just get it here.”
Chapter Ten
She saw the large puff of dust rising in the air long before she heard or saw the dirty white van.
Jay sat on the front swing, completely naked. She was in her last days alone for a while, and she wanted to enjoy them. She really didn’t care too much for clothes, in all honesty. Sleeping with Bryhan had turned out to be like some sort of revelation for her. Suddenly she felt comfortable with her sexuality, her weird kicks.
Now that Bryhan was back, she was going to really enjoy her last few days. Oh, yeah, she would.
She folded her knees Indian style. She’d been waiting for this.
The door to his van slammed, sending up a whole new puff of dust. He stalked toward her. In his left hand, a red cooler dangled and swung back and forth.
She hoped he had a beer in it. It was hotter than usual. She was beginning to long for a cold, deep snow.
“Hey.” She stood, going to the rail and leaning over. If her nakedness surprised him, he didn’t show it. Just to tease him, she let her breasts wiggle freely in the air. Three days without sex was suddenly far too long. “Told you that you’d come back.”
He paused a moment, looking thoughtful. “Yeah, you did.”
“Want to know how I knew?”
For a moment he looked startled; then he frowned. “So long as you don’t have some dark secret of your own.”
“Ah,” she sighed and swung her leg up on the rail. He walked right up to her, his hand going to her knee. Slowly it slid down her legs, running over the skin as delicately as if she were a fine treasure. “But I do.”
His hand stopped.
She swung around and wrapped her legs around his torso. “Turns out, I can see the future. Not all the time, mind you. But sometimes, when I touch someone, I get this weird shock. I see things. For a long time, I ran from it. But now ...”
“What do you see?”
“I see us together. Married.”
Bryhan’s tongue ran over his lips and he smiled. “Yeah, for a long, long time. Right?”
“Yes. For a long time.”
He reached into the bag and drew out a silver thermos-like container. He unscrewed the cap, steam wafting from it. He held it out to her. “Forever?”
As soon as he said it, Jay knew what it was. The spell. He held the spell. She didn’t hesitate. She didn’t need to. This time, she trusted fate and its design. If this was what was meant to be, why fight it?
As soon as she touched the container, the heat from it radiated through her. Slowly she raised it to her face, smelling the bad taste long before she sipped it. She decided to hold her nose. Doing so, she brought the container to her lips.
And drank.
Epilogue
His mouth devoured hers, the kiss so brutal, blood began to trickle from the side of her mouth. Her tongue lashed out to taste the salty liquid as she increased her own ferocity. She welcomed the pain. Sometimes pain could be delicious. So long as it was craved.
To her, it was a clear display of passion. Of his love. She could relish that forever.
Suddenly he released her, his mouth breaking away with a jerk. Clapping filled the air, followed by his laughing.
He made a tsk-tsk sound, a teasing glow in his blue eyes. “You’ll embarrass me in front of the guests, luv.”
She flashed him an innocent smile. “Get used to it. I’ll be doing it forever.”
She turned to face the small crowd. The barbie had turned into a fast wedding. Twenty pairs of approving eyes all greeted her. It hadn’t taken Bryhan long to win them all over, even with his abrupt mannerisms. Jay figured it was his good looks, combined with the way he played with the kids. He’d already caught them every species of reptile on the property, giving a lesson on each.
Smiling, she grabbed his hand. Guests she might have, but she was a newlywed. She pulled him, but it didn’t take much cajoling. Together they ran into the house, slammed the door, and locked it.
Then they raced to the bedroom and began to work on their family. The decision to have children had never been questioned. They wanted kids. Even if they would outlive them, it was better to have and love them than to spend forever longing and hurting.
Bryhan reached out, pinching her nipple. He squeezed it just enough to send tingles down her spine before he brought his teeth to it and took a nip. Jay arched up.
Yes. With pleasure came pain. With pain came pleasure. It was always worth it. Always.
Alyssa Brooks
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The Devil’s Triangle
by Alyssa Brooks
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The Devil’s Triangle
Joe was a tickler. He used his tongue, his fingers, his breath, with soft, barely contacting strokes. As they brushed over her skin, tingles of excitement ran straight to her sex. His every ministration made her arch and twist. Her pussy clenched. Her whole body went hot and needy with every whisper of his attention.
The way he touched her, it was easy to imagine he was Josh. Josh had touched her like that. Gently. Teasingly. Just enough to drive her absolutely crazy for more, but never enough to fulfill her heightening needs. Not until he was ready to release her.
As she envisioned her late husband, instead of the stranger above her, tingles of hot, wanton need flooded her. Her body had not been touched in so very long. Once started, she could not stop. The switch had been flicked on. She was hungry. Famished. She needed to be fulfilled. Her breasts ached, her nipples having grown so intensely hard they were like two mountainous peaks jutting from her mounds. Every inch of her skin prickled. Burned. Ached. Especially her pussy, which constantly contracted as if begging to be filled.
And yet, Joe's every touch felt empty. Not tantalizing enough. Despite the raw need flooding through her, it was Gage her mind wished for. Gage she wanted touching her.
The lust controlling her moves felt empty. Driven as she was, it was like apple pie without whipped cream. Just not satisfying.
The low-to-the-floor hammock rocked back and forth under them. They sank so close to the ground, her bare ass breezed across the rough wooden floorboards. Joe bent his head to her breasts, juggling them in his grasp as he licked at her nipples. His tongue traced over the areolas, moving so slowly, she wanted to kick him into gear. Forever he licked at her breast, teasing every inch of the sensitive skin.
The words burned in her. She wanted to scream, “Enough!” She wanted to beg for something more.
Maybe she should stop this. Yet, she couldn't.
Her body and mind were such a mess, no decision seemed right. Her sex was a hot tunnel, pulsing with need to be fulfilled after all these years. She was so wet, so overtaken by pulsing need. Every inch of her skin was alive, burning with lust at every touch. But her mind was a battlefield of emotions. She needed Joe. She needed Josh.
She wanted Gage.
And suddenly, to her surprise, he arrived, like her thoughts had hook and reeled him in. She heard him before she saw him, the jangle of the curtain of shells brushing aside. His steps were light, pausing as he stepped in the room.
She did not need to see him to know. She could feel him. His ache.
Arching her back, she rolled her head to look at him. His lips curled, his gaze that of an animal. Clearly, he was jealous. But even more, his stare was ravenous.
“Gage,” she whispered. Joe scooted off her, allowing her to sit. She dangled her feet over the hammock, her heels brushing the floor as it rocked. Joe bent before her on one knee.
His hands ran over her legs in his soft way, and she shuddered. The nearer his fingers drew to her pussy lips, running over her thigh where her honey dampened her legs, the more she was flooded by wanton ideas.
Gage was here. She was ready. If only ...
She couldn't utter the words. Couldn't push Joe away. Didn't want to. Yet ...
To her surprise, Joe glanced at Gage with a blank look. For a moment he just stared at him. Hard. Then he continued his hot, ravenous kisses over her breasts. “I want you, Cheri.”
He sucked hard, really hard, pulling her nipples between his teeth. They stretched and popped from his mouth. Now they were so hard they felt as if they would explode.
His mouth trailed over her, then abruptly stopped. He grasped her sides, lifting her. In one abrupt, unexpected movement, he sat on the hammock and pulled her onto his lap. His cock plunged into her, invading so deep he butted up against her womb. Her tunnel stretched to accommodate him, having not had sex in so long. She cried out in shock, pleasure, and even slight pain. She hadn't expected that.
Immediately Joe began to ram into her. At the same time, an animalistic growl emanated from Gage. He sounded like a tiger ready to attack.
Was Joe trying to start a fight?
Joe's thrusts increased, his pace faster and more driven. He reached around to pinch at her nipples, as if to assert his dominance. They rolled under the pressure his fingers applied. “I know you want me. But you want him, as well. I'm willing to compromise, let you get him out of your system now. Because when you're mine, you're mine, and that will be soon. But tonight, I'll share you.”
Cheri opened her mouth to speak, her mind whirling. Never had any such thing been proposed to her. She looked to Gage, her insides trembling. How he would react? Surely he would do no such thing.
Surely she wouldn't.
Would she? What was wrong with her? This wasn't something she'd do. Was it?
Gage's tongue flicked over his full lips. “Don't say anything.”
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What people are saying about
The Devil’s Triangle
The Devil’s Triangle starts off with a bang and keeps you involved in this well paced story… It’s a keeper that fans of sexy paranormal romances will certainly enjoy!
-- Patrice Storie, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
The Devil’s Triangle stretches your imagination…The sex is raw and uninhibited. With dueling story lines, interpersonal conflicts, and those pesky little island rules to get around, you’ll be entertained throughout.
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