Fae Lord Bewitched: Real Men of Othercross (Paranormal Fae Romance) (Real Fae of Othercross Book 4)

by Marina Maddix

  “Never let me go.”

  And then something strange happened. They both laughed. Both at the whimsical absurdity of her order, and the fact that they both wanted it to be true. Slipping back from his embrace long enough to gaze into his eyes, she hovered her lips close to his.

  She was alight with the need to kiss him, but she knew if she did, her newly restored body would require so much more than that.

  “Come with me,” she said.

  “Anywhere.”

  As much as it would have made sense to dive out into the sunshine, Araminta had other plans. After spending incalculable years pent up within the library, she was determined to take ownership of it in a concrete way.

  Dragging him by the hand, she led Rad up to their table. The moment it came into view, they both knew what was in store, and rejoiced in the fact that so much of their courtship had taken place in this secluded little corner.

  Spinning to face him, she crushed her lips to his. Gone was the hazy searching of their previous tangle. This was the searing, frenzied rush of actual physical contact. Araminta feasted on his mouth like a starving woman, probing with her tongue to find as much of him as possible. Rad returned in kind, and she swooned under his attention.

  Her hands clawed at his back, drunk with the feel of his muscles under his clothes. She trembled in anticipation. The moment she touched his bare skin, she knew she’d be in danger of rupturing into orgasm.

  Thankfully, his hands were just as hungry. Lifting her by the waist, he rested her backside on the table so she could wind her legs around him.

  His hips! They were so firm. So insistent as they ran along the inside of her thighs. She pressed her knees together to draw him closer. To feel more of him.

  “Rad, please,” she said, drawing down the laces at the front of her dress. “I need this so badly.”

  His lips blistered down the line of her neck, and her breath fluttered inside her chest as he kissed the tender skin between her breasts. With gentle fingers, he reached up and fanned her dress open. The cool musty air of her sometime-prison prickled goosebumps across her exposed breasts.

  She let out a moan, and his whole body shivered in her arms. He ducked low, the warm, damp attention of a tongue on her nipple for the first time in memory sending her reeling. The delirious pressure of it was too much, and she began to buck and shake as an orgasm rippled up through her. Biting her lip to keep from crying out until the whole library resounded, she gave over to it.

  The storm wracked her, her spine arching to offer more of herself to his gentle ministrations. He was careful with her, and she was grateful for it. When the moment passed, she was left breathless, her bare skin slicked with a light sheen of sweat.

  “Are you all right?” he asked softly.

  “I can’t imagine being better.” Araminta took his face in her hands, making no effort to cover herself. “Rad, I’m so sorry I hurt you. I had to, you know that, right? I couldn’t subject you to a lifetime of loneliness and misery.”

  He searched her face and saw the truth.

  “It’s just that…I love you, Rad. With my whole heart. I am in love with you.”

  He seemed to melt against her, and the perfection of the moment threatened to crack her in half.

  “Now that you’re here, now that you’re whole,” he said, “there’s no doubt. You’re my mate, Araminta. We were destined for each other.”

  A kind of joy she didn’t know she was capable of blasted into her heart.

  “Will you come and rule Stormgulf Clan with me? My life will only make sense with you by my side.”

  In answer, she found his mouth again, and kissed him in a way that left no doubt as to her answer. As their need for each other deepened even further, she began to push back his clothes. His jacket fell to the floor, and she worked at the buttons of his shirt until the solid breadth of his chest revealed itself to her.

  Reaching up with quivering hands, she touched his body for the first time. She had already lost herself in an orgasm, but another was threatening to consume her. After feeling absolutely nothing for centuries, the sensations bombarding her were overwhelming—in the best kind of way. Looking into his face, she found nothing but care and gentle attention. He bent low, letting his teeth graze at the soft skin of her neck—a hint at what was to come.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, ever concerned with her happiness. “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes.” Her voice was husky. “I want all of it. All of you. More than anything.”

  At the word, he bit down, and the lightest rivulet of blood curled down along her throat in search of her spine. He had claimed her. She was his. Forever. She would proudly bear the scars announcing it to the world.

  With that, her busy hands tore at the front of his trousers until he was free. All in an instant, there was a hot, hard length in her hands that took her newfound breath away. Looking down past the tangle of her dress, she saw the full might of what he had to offer, and went tight. He throbbed in her palm, and as she stroked him, he let out a groan and grew even harder. Larger.

  “That feels so good,” he said. “Keep doing that.”

  “No.” Her breath raked in her chest. “I need more.”

  Their eyes met, and an explosive appetite swallowed them both. Radagast dragged up the hem of her dress, pawing at it until it pooled around her waist. There, bare for both of them, was a glistening, irresistible invitation.

  The sensation of her own wetness astounded her as she chilled under the cool air. But that wasn’t nearly as astounding as the feeling of him easing into her. Her slippery folds parted to welcome him, and the heavy pressure of his body coming into hers made her grip the table in shock.

  As he sank into her, the glory of it was overwhelming. Her arms gave way and Araminta dropped back onto the table as if to make room for his girth. Rad breathed hard through his teeth as he reached the limit of her, and she gazed up at the concentrated pleasure on his face.

  “Fuck, Araminta,” he said. “You’re a miracle.”

  She wanted to answer, but as he rocked his hips, she was incapable of forming words. Each thrust drove her mind further from sensibility. She was all pleasure.

  To push things even higher, his thumb found the white hot nub of her clit, and electricity crackled up through her at the first brush. A deep moan rattled up from her core, and she clamped a hand over her mouth before it could get out of control.

  “Do you like this?” he asked, continuing those wicked circles that threatened to destroy her.

  In response, she locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him into her harder. He filled her in a way which bordered on too much, but she was unable to resist it. Araminta’s body demanded the full scope of pleasure and pain that his body exacted from hers.

  At her encouragement, he drove away at her, testing her limits. Angling her hips up to meet him, she gasped as he found even more of her. That furious thumb kept working, and his other hand trailed up to stimulate her already stinging nipples.

  She began to shudder. At first lightly, but as the heat pooling in her core intensified, so too did the quake rumbling up through her. It was going to spill over any second.

  Rad’s hand braced on the center of her chest, and her heart pounded into it just as relentlessly as his cock was hammering into her. Her breath was a frenzy, and all at once, the world came crashing down. A feeling unlike anything in existence split her open, and stars danced behind her eyelids as she clenched her eyes shut and rode it out.

  Just when it couldn’t get any more intense, Rad let out a grunt that told her she hadn’t reached the peak yet. He doubled over her and whispered her name in her ear as he burst inside her. As he pulsed deeply, filling her completely, her hips began to buck with furious abandon. She was out of control, and her freshly found body convulsed with pure pleasure.

  When she could hear again, she was aware of Rad’s breath on her heaving, bare chest. Cracking her eyes open, she saw those ice blue iris
es searching into her face. For a moment, they darkened.

  “I need to know, Araminta. Now that you’re free, who did this to you?”

  Araminta breathed deep, amazed at the shift she felt after the catastrophic orgasm that had just pummeled her. Despite the topic, though, she felt nothing but joy in speaking the vile bastard’s name for the first time since he’d cursed her. Not at the sound of his name, but the mere fact she could say it.

  “His name was Ulric Veranian. He was a very powerful warlock, of the Clymorial coven in the East.”

  “I’ll find him,” Radagast whispered darkly, even as he throbbed inside her. “I promise.”

  “Oh, darling, he’s dead.”

  Alistair Flayme’s voice sent them both scrambling to cover themselves, and Araminta let out a startled groan as Rad slid out of her.

  “How long have you been there?” she snapped at the ghost who had been her only friend during her imprisonment.

  “Long enough,” he said in his typical exasperating fashion. “You didn’t think I would miss this, did you?”

  “Who’s this?” Radagast asked as he re-situated his trousers, tucking away the massive instrument of her pleasure. Even as he asked, he turned away from Alistair’s curious eyes.

  “Alistair Flayme,” the ghost said with a mocking bow as he floated above them.

  “He’s the only other soul I’ve spoken to since I was cursed.” Then, cutting her eyes over to the ghost, she added, “Though, I don’t think that gives him the right to intrude.”

  “Intrude?” Alistair put a hand high on his chest as if she’d just dealt him a cruel insult. “This is a public space, you know, sweet. I’d say you were the ones at fault.”

  He gave his waggling little wave and then disappeared with a soft pop. Once they were alone again, the two lovers looked at each other and fell into helpless laughter.

  It was the freest Araminta had ever felt. And, as she looked up into the sparkling eyes of the fae lord who loved her, she knew that she was just at the beginning of what life would truly mean.

  Thank you so much for reading Rad and Araminta’s story—I hope you enjoyed it! You can tell me what you thought with a review on Amazon. Reviews also help other readers find books they might like, so if you can spare five minutes, please click HERE to review Fae Lord Bewitched.

  Keep reading for an excerpt from the first book in a new series from Celia Kyle and me, and don’t miss the rest of the books in the Real Men of Othercross series!

  REAL MEN OF OTHERCROSS

  Vampire Seduction

  Vampire Claim

  Vampire Temptation

  Vampire Reunion

  Vampire Enchanted

  Fae Lord Avenged

  Fae Lord Seduced

  Fae Lord Redeemed

  Fae Lord Bewitched

  It's all fun and games until Kelly's gargoyle statue turns into a real man...

  If there's one thing Party Witch Extraordinaire Kelly Holloway likes, it's a good time. So what if her coven thinks she's so immature they've tacked an extra year onto her wardship? Of course, that's why it's such a surprise when she learns she's inherited Hollow House. Oh, the epic ragers she plans to throw!

  But all isn't Jello shots and booty calls. Not only does she have to deal with two quirky roommates she's forced to take in, a snarky vampire living in her basement (rent free, no less!), and a curmudgeonly new boss who doesn't find her habitual tardiness the least bit charming, but also a pesky sentient house that seems hell-bent on thwarting her love life.

  Things only get weirder when the gargoyle statue she's been messing with for months turns into a man. A hot man. The hottest she's ever seen. And Ronun's not a fan of Kelly's...at all. Considering all of the funny outfits she's dressed him in, she can't really blame him. But...dayum. He's so fine even Hollow House seems to like him.

  Whatever. Kelly has far more important things to focus on--such as finding her family's missing spell book so she can figure out how to rein in the uncontrollable Hollow House, impress her dubious boss, and break the curse that turns Ronun to stone for half the day.

  Hey, no pressure or anything!

  Find Witch in Charge on Amazon!

  EXCERPT FROM WITCH IN CHARGE

  “We’re gonna need a cauldron,” Kiki noted.

  “Way ahead of you.”

  Reaching under the side table, Kelly pulled up her Instant Pot. She placed it on the table next to the grimoire and dragged the plug over to the rock face.

  “Um. Little help?”

  At her request, a socket came into view, but Hollow House altered the look so that it blended in with everything. When Kelly turned around, all of her friends blinked at her in disbelief.

  “Seriously?” Ryan pointed at the shiny little appliance, the blue screen lighting up his face.

  “What? It works. That’s what counts.”

  “It’s maybe a little…incongruous,” Aurora said, satisfied to have found the precise word she wanted.

  “Well, I’d ask the house to make it something more appropriate, but I’m not sure it really matters what it looks like.”

  They all waited for a moment, staring at the Instant Pot to see if it would magically shift into some cast iron cauldron more suitable to the surroundings. Nothing doing.

  “I like what you guys have done with the place.”

  Nathan, shirtless as ever, lounged in the doorway—or rather, the mouth of the cavern. He sipped lazily on a microbrew and hooked a thumb loosely into the waistline of his pants. The little bit of weight gave just a peek at the sculpted lines of his hips.

  “Who. The fuck. Is that?” Kiki stared openly, not caring if she was making a spectacle of herself.

  “Hands off, sweetheart,” Ryan hissed at her, straightening up his spine. “Hey, Nathan. Want to lend a hand? We’re trying to break a spell.”

  “Cool,” Nathan replied in that way where no one could tell if he actually thought it was cool or pathetic.

  “We’re not trying,” Kelly cut in. “We’re doing it.”

  “One leads to the other, I’m told.”

  Again, Nathan indulged in a sip of beer, and everyone except Kelly laughed as if he’d just cracked the single greatest joke of all time. Amazing the effect an incredible set of abs could have on a room.

  “There's an open seat here,” Ryan said, patting the chair next to him that Kelly had been sitting in.

  Nathan leveled a look on him that made Ryan shift in his own seat. “I'm good.”

  “Let’s get this started,” Kelly said. “We want to get this thing sewn up before sunset.”

  With brisk efficiency, she plucked the beer out of Nathan’s hand and strode back over to her Instant Pot cauldron.

  “Um, excuse me? I wasn't finished with that.”

  She threw him a wink over her shoulder. “We need a liquid base for the cauldron.”

  He heaved a sigh and went back to the kitchen to crack himself a fresh one. Kelly emptied his bottle into her pot and looked over at Kiki.

  “Let’s roll.”

  “That’s what I like to hear,” Kiki said, clapping open her book. “We’re going to open with an offering. What do you have?”

  Kelly froze in place. She'd known that, of course, but she’d been so consumed with other things, it had completely slipped her mind. It would have been so easy to stop by a shop and pick up a toad or a mouse or something, but she’d completely spaced on it. For a hot second, she even considered sending Kiki back for one.

  “Wait a second!”

  She snapped her fingers and ducked under the jagged lip of the cave. The hallway was the same as always. Kelly had to steady herself for a moment—stepping from one setting directly into the other was jarring. Once she felt balanced again, she darted out the front door to the porch.

  The lengthening shadows had already driven a small group of moths to batter themselves against the porch light. After a few quick swipes, she managed to cup one. Victory! Her quarry obtained, she strode b
ack into the house, slamming the door behind her with her heel.

  “This is gonna be good,” Tiffany nudged Ryan as Kelly reappeared.

  She stood directly over the pot, her hands cupped in front of her. Closing her eyes, she adopted the most witchy-sounding voice she could manage.

  “Accipe sacrificium!”

  With that, she flung her hands down, hurling the moth into the gently foaming beer. It fluttered clumsily as Kelly watched it. The poor little bugger might not be much of an offering, but it was going to have to do.

  “What was that?” Ryan peered over the lip to see if anything was even in there.

  “Doesn’t matter. Here we go.”

  Spinning to face the gargoyle in his little nook, she was ready. Magic tickled her fingertips like the moth she'd just held. Behind her, Kiki leafed through some pages and began to feed her the words of a rudimentary spell.

  “Procul exercitum in potestate nos perducat.”

  “I was always really bad at Latin,” Ryan whispered, causing Tiffany to snort.

  Despite the distraction, Kelly repeated the words and the interior of her little Instant Pot glowed. That really got her confidence up, so she grabbed the book and took over.

  “Lapidem in manu invocabo.”

  An aura of purple light began to glow around the gargoyle and everyone fell quiet. Suddenly things weren't quite so funny anymore. Drawing on that tingle in her fingers, Kelly called to mind the voice of Owyn and tried to imagine his rich tones coming out of her throat.

  “Offerimus lapidem dabit vitam.”

  She offered the life in the cauldron to the stone image before her. The glow intensified and the pot started rattling on the table. With a crackling pop, a large pair of moth wings fluttered to life on the back of the gargoyle. They strained and it lifted into the air, thumping into things as everyone scattered to stay out of its way.

  “Quick,” Kelly cried. “How do I take it off?”

  “Rasa et idcirco homo mundus erit,” Kiki shouted, erasing what had just been done.

  In an instant, the wings vanished and the carved monster dropped onto the couch. Everyone looked up from their hiding places, completely amazed at how cozy the gargoyle looked.