The Wizards of Venus Book One: Magic Touch (12 page)

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Gracie looked up when Jonathan joined her on the balcony. “Hey Jonathan, did Rand send you out here?”

“Can’t a guy look up his best friend for just the company?”

His evasion of the question didn’t fool her in the least bit. Arching her eyebrow at him, she moved with deceptive laziness. Satisfaction filled her when he flinched. “Yeah 115

right! I heard you talking to Rand. He left his French doors open. And I don’t have a clue as to who’d be checking into my past. I’ve nothing to hide by the way.”

“You know what he’s looking for, sweetheart.”

“Why the hell would he be looking for some mythical man? It doesn’t matter
anymore, it’s not like he isn’t going to be the one getting me in the end, Zara.”

“Like you’d let such a thing go if you were in his shoes. It’s your own fault

he’s looking anyway.”

She groaned.
“No one likes to be told, “I told you so,” by their sentient power, Zara.”

“But she does it so good, girl.”

“Go away, Ruzac, and take Zara with you. I’ve got better things to do than argue
with a couple of sentient powers who think they know everything.”

“Ah Gracie?”

She turned her attention back to Jonathan. “What?”

“You’re not going to get angry?”

“No, I’m not going to get angry with you, Jonathan. Now Rand on the other hand…”

Knowing he wouldn’t expect it, she darted around him and locked the French doors with him on the other side. “…is going to pay.”

With complete disregard to Jonathan’s cursing on the opposite side of the doors, she followed the sound of running water.

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Rand was enjoying the feel of the hot water against his skin when suddenly the shower curtain was ripped back. Turning, he realized Gracie had somehow managed to slip past Jonathan and find him. 116

She’s going to chew my ass over this, I just know it.

"What?" He continued to run the wash cloth over his chest. Her eyes seemed to be glued to his actions.

"Damn you. Why can’t I come with you and Jonathan?”

He was sure she meant it as a demand but her lack of ire made it less than convincing.

“Because I want to keep you safe, Wildcat.”

“You think I can’t protect myself?”

“I’ve no doubt in your abilities, Gracie. But I fear what will happen if someone tries to hurt you.” Dragging the cloth down his stomach, he noticed with satisfaction her eyes followed before she jerked them back up to his face.

“They won’t! I can’t believe you’re assuming because I’m a woman I’m going to get hurt.” She propped her hand on her hip.

“I didn’t say you would, but the idea of it brings out the aggressive side of me and with the
mezclar
burning between us, I doubt my control over it.”

“So you get mad and do a little butt kicking? What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

"This!" He yanked her into the shower with him. Spinning her around, he pressed her up against the side of the shower with his hard body. Gracie gasped in surprise. Taking advantage of it, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth and ground his hips against hers.

When his head finally lifted, he stared down at her.

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"This is what would happen if I lost control, Wildcat. I’d have you mounted before Jonathan could stop me. Many call the bloodlust after a battle an instant aphrodisiac and I don’t think we need to add fuel to the fire of the
mezclar.”

"Oh." Understanding dawned in her eyes.

Pulling her hand down his hard body, he placed it directly on top of his distended manhood. "This is what happens every time I am near you. I don’t need the bloodlust to make it worse. I can be across the room and just catch a whiff of your perfume and I rise to the occasion. I can’t control it and I don’t want to but until we’re bonded I have to.” His last word came out as a groan when she hesitantly stroked the throbbing flesh pressed against her hand. Closing his own around hers, he helped her stroke him one last time before pushing her hand away.

"Rand?" The question was obvious in her voice.

“Enough, Wildcat. Run before I..." He took a step towards her.

"I don't want to. Let me do this for you."

"Gracie?"

She dropped to her knees in front of him. "Relax, my chosen. You’ve decided you wanted me, so now you're going to have to deal with me." She took the head of his erection into her moist mouth. His back arched and his breath caught in his throat before he jerked against her, breaking the seal she had over the head of his throbbing cock.

"No! Stop! You can't do this." Lifting her up, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her hands from straying again.

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"Why not? It’s obvious you’d feel better if I took the edge off for you. I know I would enjoy it."

"I'm sorry, Gracie. I just can't." He pressed his face against the top of her wet hair. "I just can't break the tradition."

"Damn your tradition." She became the wildcat he called her as she began to struggle against him.

"Calm down!"

"Let go of me." Gracie nipped at the closest skin to her.

"Ouch! Damn it! You little wildcat!”

"I said let me go." She glared up at him through the tangled mess of her hair.

“Are you going to calm down?”

Instead of answering him, she nipped him again.

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"Damn you!" He shoved her away from him. "Get the hell out of here!" Stumbling, she backed away from him. He stood in the shower with his erection bobbing and blood running down from the small wound she’d made on his chest. She’d never seen him this angry or aroused before.
“I don’t think you should’ve done that, Sweetheart.”

“Shut up, Zara. I can’t deal with you right now.”

She focused on Rand. "Why? So you can go with Jonathan on this little trip? Why can’t he go by himself? Does he need the big bad prince of Venus to hold his hand?

Personally I just think you’re running so you don’t have to deal with what’s between us.

You’re using it as a distraction.”

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When he continued to glare at her, she shrugged. “Whatever. Forget I asked.”

When she reached for the door to leave, it slammed shut in her face and an angry growl came from behind her. A sense of déjà vu washed over her.

"Who was the one who ran, Wildcat? Who is the one who’s been fighting our nuptials since the very beginning? Who is the one that triggered the mezclar?" He pinned her face first against the bathroom door.

"I was."

"That's right, Gracie, you were. I'm at the end of my rope here and it won't take much to push me over. I'm very close to saying screw it."

"You're ready to release me then?" She was almost in tears. "Have I pushed back hard enough, Rand? Will you back off now?"

Rand paused, his anger cooled as his control returned. "I won't ever back off." He gently nipped her shoulder. "You're mine and you'll always be mine. You've been mine for over ten years."

"I'm not an object to own, Rand."

"I didn't say you were. I said you were mine as I am yours." He nuzzled side of her neck. "We complete each other."

“So I’ve been told.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not. Good luck with Alexander, Rand.” With a counter spell, she unlocked the door and slipped past Jonathan. Walking through the broken French doors, she walked back to her room, her heart heavy once more.

“It’ll be all right, Gracie.”

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“I can only hope so.”

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Grace watched from the palace study as Rand and Jonathan left the grounds.
Damn, I wanted to go with them. It would’ve been just like old times, us having another
adventure sure to turn our parents’ hair gray with worry.

"Gracie, are you in here?" Turning, Grace saw her sister standing in the middle of the study.

"Yes.” She turned back to watch Rand and Jonathan disappear from sight. The tug of loneliness surprised her.

“I'm coming back, Wildcat.”

“And I’ll be waiting, whether I want to be or not.”

“That’s right. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Maybe.”

“Did he take that traitor with him?” Pati joined her in front of the window.

“Traitor?” Glancing at her sister from the corner of her eye, she noticed how pale her sister seemed.

“Jonathan.”

“Yeah, he went with him. Hell, they go everywhere together. I wouldn’t be surprised to find him in the wedding suite with Rand and I during the
mezclar.”

“The pervert probably would enjoy it.”

“Why are you so angry with him?”

“He’s been visiting my dreams every night. And once he’s there he takes control.”

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“I warned you about that, Sis. I don’t know of a way to keep him from entering them but I may have a way that you can take control of them once he’s there.”

“Really?” Pati seemed to perk up at the thought..

"Stay with me tonight and I’ll help you take the upper hand with him for once," Gracie told her mischievously.

"How? What will you do?"

“I'll wait until you're asleep, then I'll merge with you. Then I’ll merge with Jonathan taking you with me.”

“He won’t fight you?”

“No. I've merged with him before. Even if he did, there's a chance I'd win.” When her twin stiffened, Gracie threw an arm around her. “Relax, he won't hurt me and I won’t hurt him."

"Will he realize I'm there?"

"That's going to be the pleasure of it. I'm gonna drop you right in his bed and then disappear."

"Won't I disappear with you?" Patience looked perplexed.

"No. Once the dream merge is accomplished, he'll take control of it. Then the rest is up to you."

"Can I have him tied to the bed because it’s the only way I’m going to be able to keep control.”

“I think I can arrange that.”

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Later that night, Gracie kneeled next to her sister's sleeping body. It’d taken a while for Pati to finally submit to sleep. The excitement of what she’d proposed had kept her sister wired. Taking a couple of deep breaths, she entered her sister's dream. She was waiting for her.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

"All right, now hang on to me." Gracie started blurring the edges of the dream. When the edges went back to normal, they were standing in a dimly lit room. She could hear groans coming from the bed, and so could her sister. Putting her finger to her mouth to let her sister know to be quiet, she edged over to Jonathan's side. She was not shocked to see her sister under him.

Walking back over to her sister she smiled, then whispered softly, "Don't worry, Sis.

He's just having an erotic dream. I’ve had this happen once with Rand. The moment you lock eyes with the dream version of you, you'll become her. So be prepared for the onslaught of sensations." Just then, the couple behind climaxed on the bed. "Or wait until he finishes and go rape him."

Turning, she saw Jonathan roll over on his back with the woman draped across his heaving chest. Just before her sister headed over to the bed, she stopped her.

"Do you still want him tied up?"

"Yes."

With a wave of her hand, Gracie made it so.

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"What the hell?" Jonathan was bewildered when he realized he was restrained.

Then the woman on top of him lifted her head and smiled boldly down at him.

"Hello." She giggled at his shocked expression.

"Patience? How?" He struggled to free his arms.

"My sister. Thanks, Gracie."

"You're welcome. Have fun." Grace's voice floated over to them, then there was a shiver and she was gone, leaving them alone and Patience in control.

"I can't believe you’re here. I never figured you’d want to come to me, Pati. Untie me and I’ll take care of you."

"No. I think I like you just the way you are." She wiggled on top of him to prove it.

"Patience! This isn’t funny." His glare was lost on her.

"This time, it's my turn. I get to be in control." She leaned forward to kiss him.

"Wait..."

Silencing him by covering his mouth with hers, she decided she loved the taste of him. She sighed with delight when she felt him strain against his bonds.

"Relax, I'm not going to do anything you haven't done to me." She nipped at the edge of his ear before exploring the inner curves with her tongue. Jonathan gritted out a curse while pleasure ran down his spine. If only he could get free.

Patience smiled wickedly as she continued down his throat to the crook of his shoulder. She couldn't resist. She took the sensitive skin there in her mouth and started to suck. She smiled happily and continued to play as Jonathan cursed.

“I’ll get free eventually, Pati and there’ll be pure hell to pay.” When she continued to suck on his shoulder, he groaned.

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"Damn it, you better not have left a hickey."

"What you’re gonna do if I did?" She didn’t wait for his answer while she slid down his torso.

"Oh, you little minx," he muttered when her hair trailed across his stomach. He nearly pulled his arms out of their sockets when he felt her warm mouth envelope his hard cock.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. That little Pati O’Connor has the mighty Jonathan
de’Carthwright tied to bed and torturing his body. Thank you, Gracie.

Jonathan groaned even louder and pulled harder on his bonds when the little tease between his legs reach up and gently cupped his balls.
Damn, if she doesn’t stop I’m
going to come without her.
A sigh of relief escaped him when she lifted her wet mouth away from his aching erection.

"Come here." He tightened his hands around the ropes holding him. “Please come up here.”

"Why?" Her attention was centered on the aching flesh between his legs which she was stroking slowly.

"You know why, you little tease."

She just smiled down at him. A groan was ripped out of his chest when she settled herself over his hips and aching cock.

"Damn, I'm already wet."

Her whispered words along with the pretty blush covering her face, made him wild to see the proof of her words.

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"Let me see." His gaze dropped to where her cinnamon curls rubbed against his abs. He didn’t care if it sounded like he was begging or not. He wanted her and now.

"Bring that beautiful pussy up here."

A low moan escaped her before she slowly crawling up his torso to hover over his upper chest.

"There, can you see it now?"

He barely heard her whisper.

"Bring it closer." His voice came out husky. He looked up at her with naked hunger in his eyes. Whimpering, she tilted her hips forward so she was almost straddling his head. "Oh bring that pussy down here," he ordered. "I wanna taste."

She did moan this time as she felt his tongue trace the outer edges of her labia.

Relaxing her thighs, she sank a little closer to his playful tongue and ardent lips.

Jonathan groaned when he buried his tongue in her moist slit.
Damn, this woman -

my chosen, tastes wonderful. I can’t believe I’m in this predicament with her but I’m not
going to complain. She’d better watch her ass though, because the next time I see her I
intend to collect.

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Patience could feel her orgasm coming but she didn't want to climax this way. She wanted to be filled with Jonathan’s cock. With her sister's little gift of bondage she could do exactly as she pleased, and Jonathan's superior strength wouldn't be an issue.

Pulling away from his talented mouth, she gritted her teeth while she teetered on the edge of orgasm. Taking a few deep breaths, she tried to regain control of her body and of the whole situation.

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"Bring that pretty ass back up here. I wasn't finished."

Jonathan’s growl nearly sent her careening over the edge.

"No." She slipped back down his torso. “I want more, I need more."

"You little minx. Just wait ‘til I get loose."

"Why? Are you going to punish me?" Positioning her pussy over him, she waited for his answer.

"Hell, yes. I'm gonna eat your little pussy until you beg me to stop." His head snapped back when she slid down onto him nice and slow. When she was fully seated, her ass resting against his balls, a groan tore from his chest.

"Like that, do you?" Her eyes closed while he throbbed with in her.

"Hell, yes. Now move that ass." Unable to wait, he lifted his hips off the bed.

Gasping, she did as he asked and began to slowly move. When the pleasure raced through her body, she quickened the pace.

Oh God, it won’t be long. I’m going to come!

"Patience, untie me." Jonathan fought against his restraints again.

"Not yet. Later…afterwards." She quickened her movements as she crept closer to the edge of release.

"Please. I need to hold you. I want to feel you go up in flames in my arms.”

"After…you can hold me…after." Her head flew back as her climax started to break over her. Snapping forward as it consumed her, she leaned down and fastened her mouth over his. Jonathan’s growl filled her mouth while her pussy squeezed him tightly one last time. He nearly threw her off when he arched his back and thrust his hips up 127

against hers when his own release washed over him. His world went dark as Pati buried her fingers in his hair and forced his orgasm to double in strength.

"Son of a bitch!" His roar filled the room and he threw his head back against the pillows.

"That's it." Patience continued pulsing on his exploding cock, her eyes dark with her pleasure. "Fill me full."

When the last of the spasms left them, they lay tangled together. Jonathan was still restrained but basking in the glow of his powerful orgasm. Patience snuggled across his chest, trying to catch her breath.

"Sweetheart, untie me please,” his whisper barely registered. Struggling up enough to reach his bonds, she had difficulty with the unfamiliar knots until they finally loosened enough for him to free his arms.