Seduced by Magic

by Cheyenne McCray

  She started to look over her shoulder, but he placed his palm flat against her back and forced her down so that she was completely bent over the back of the couch. She looked absolutely delicious with her skirt pushed up above her ass, her thighs spread wide and exposing the folds of her pussy. Her buttocks were presented high and beautifully, and he debated whether to fuck her in her pussy or her ass.

  In seconds he had his jeans undone and his cock and balls free to take her. He positioned his erection at her slick entrance and, without waiting a moment longer, drove his cock into her pussy.

  Sara cried out at the initial thrust. Her cries became moans as he drove himself in and out of her tight channel. She was hanging upside down over the back of the couch, her brown hair over her face, with just his hands on her hips to steady her. Her nipples and her pussy were against the leather couch, likely adding to the sensations she was experiencing.

  “You are a sweet little bitch, Sara.” He palmed the taut globes of her ass as he fucked her. “I love your ass. Nice and round.” He was aware of the demons in human form behind him, still guarding the office door, and he was certain they were getting off by watching him fuck one of the warlocks.

  She moaned and thrashed against him. “That feels so good, my lord,” she said in a voice rich with pleasure. “Fuck me so hard that I’ll feel it in my throat.”

  Sara’s words sent a rush of heat through him. He pounded harder and deeper into Sara as he brought his hands down to her breasts and palmed them, enjoying how they felt in his hands. “We’re being watched, Sara. Do you enjoy being watched?”

  “Yes!” She gave a louder moan. “It makes me even hotter.”

  Darkwolf smiled. A cry tore from her throat as he began smacking his hips against her backside in long hard thrusts. The scent of her musk was strong and turned him on even more. He was certain her pussy would taste sweet.

  When he was close to reaching his climax, he palmed the globes of her buttocks again, only this time he sent a burst of his magic radiating throughout her.

  Sara shouted, her voice muffled against the couch. Her body bucked and shuddered beneath his and he heard her cries of, “Balor, Balor, Balor,” with every pulse of her channel around his cock.

  Darkwolf threw his head back and nearly howled with his release as sensation burst through his cock. It throbbed within her channel and his come spurted inside Sara’s pussy. He continued moving in and out of her, feeling the walls of her channel squeezing down on him with every contraction of her orgasm. He continued pumping, drawing out her climax and his own until he was entirely satisfied.

  After slipping his cock from Sara’s pussy, he assisted her from where she was sprawled over the couch, turned her around, and took her mouth in another kiss. His cock was hard again, and he grabbed it to rub Sara’s folds with its head.

  A low growl caught both his attention and Sara’s, and his gaze leveled on Junga who had apparently just walked into the room. She was in Elizabeth Black’s elegant form, but her face was twisted with fury and obvious jealousy. She had her hands fisted at her sides and her cheeks were flushed.

  Sara smiled at Junga and ran her tongue along her lower lip as Darkwolf intentionally began playing with her nipples, squeezing them harder and harder as Junga’s expression grew even more furious.

  His cock ached beyond belief, and he debated whether to take Sara again, while he forced Junga to watch. Or perhaps he would command the demon-woman to submit to him in front of Sara, or perhaps he’d have them both submit to him at once.

  Yes, he was ready for another good fuck.

  Nineteen

  Copper sat in the kitchen of Enchantments, barely able to concentrate on what the witches were discussing. They were all talking at once about Silver’s capture by Darkwolf.

  The usually warm and friendly room seemed to be closing in on Copper, and not even the scent of fresh-baked bread and cinnamon coffee cake took away the chill in her heart. Zeph perched on the curve of her ear, offering what comfort he could as a familiar.

  “How’d we miss that Garran was working with Darkwolf?” she murmured to the bee that buzzed his unhappiness.

  The D’Danann had all taken to the skies to search for clues—they had hopes that some of the Fomorii might have retained their demon forms and the D’Danann could then catch their rotten-fish stench. Unfortunately, when not in demon form, the Fomorii carried the scent of their host bodies, masking their demon smell.

  Rhiannon had called the Paranormal Special Forces, led by Jake Macgregor, but they were out investigating a paranormal crime. As soon as they were finished, Jake promised he’d be back to help search for Silver.

  Copper barely resisted burying her face in her arms on the kitchen table and bawling her eyes out. Her eyes ached from crying and she felt as though she were going to throw up. She still couldn’t believe she hadn’t been able to protect Silver.

  But there was no way in all the Underworlds that she was going to give up. Whatever it took, she was going to get her sister back. And whatever it took, she was going to find a way to stop those demons that were ultimately responsible for her mother’s death. The world was already an emptier place without her mother. She would not lose Silver, too.

  Trying to compose herself and take control of the situation, Copper sat straighter in her seat. She projected her voice and said, “Listen to me!”

  Rhiannon, Mackenzie, Cassia, Hannah, Alyssa, and Sydney all stopped talking and looked to Copper. The six other women were the members of the gray magic D’Anu Coven Rhiannon and the others had formed when Silver was banished from the D’Anu. All of the witches who belonged to the new Coven had left the D’Anu because they believed in Silver, gray magic, and what Silver had done to save everyone from the Fomorii.

  Copper rubbed her forehead with her fingertips, her elbows on the table. “We’ve got to take this a step at a time. Somehow we have to figure out where Darkwolf has taken Silver and how we’re going to get her back.”

  “Something’s been blocking us every step of the way.” Rhiannon slipped into a chair and scooted up to the large, rectangular Formica table. The white and brown flecked table was scarred and gouged, but it served its purpose. “With all of our divination talents, with the D’Danann, and the PSF—we should have been able to find the Fomorii and the Balorites by now.”

  The remaining witches took their chairs like Knights of the Round Table—only it wasn’t, er, round, Copper thought and then wondered why her thoughts were straying when something much more important needed attention.

  Copper studied each witch’s face. A vivacious beauty, Rhiannon had chin-length, auburn hair that swung forward as she braced her arms on the table, her fiery green eyes flashing. Petite, blond, blue-eyed Mackenzie was worrying her lower lip with her teeth. The gorgeous raven-haired and lavender-eyed Sydney thoughtfully adjusted her chic glasses. Alyssa, with her soft light-brown curls, had her brown eyes focused intently on Copper. Hannah had dark brown hair that hung straight to her shoulders and beautiful chocolate-brown eyes. A single chunk of blond hair swept over her brows to frame the other side of her face. Hannah was the only one who looked accusingly at Copper. Then there was turquoise-eyed, blond Cassia, with her ethereal Elvin beauty, who had no judgment in her gaze whatsoever.

  Copper took a deep breath before she spoke. “No one could possibly feel worse than I do about Silver’s capture. She’s my sister.” It was all Copper could do to hold back more tears. “I should have been able to protect her from Darkwolf, but he was too fast, and I was caught off-guard.”

  Cassia placed her hand over Copper’s and squeezed. Something about Cassia’s Elvin touch calmed Copper and she was able to continue.

  “Of course, we each have divination skills.” Copper pulled off the black stocking cap that she’d been wearing at the pier. Static electricity made wisps of her hair rise as her braid fell down her back. She stuffed the cap into the back pocket of her black jeans. “We can use those gifts to give us clues to an
swer some questions. One: where is Silver and how can we rescue her? Two: who or what has been blocking our powers? Three: why were Silver and I given visions that ended up in disaster, rather than helping us?” She took a deep breath before adding, “Unfortunately, my only divination talent lies in dream-visions, but I don’t think I’ll be taking a nap right now.”

  Hannah, a computer software engineer, looked coolly down her nose at Copper, no warmth in her chocolate-brown eyes. “We’ve combined our talents before and our clues have been minimal. We’ve barely been able to keep the Fomorii and Balorites on the run. And even then we had Silver and her scrying cauldron.”

  Zephyr gave a buzz of annoyance in Copper’s ear at the tone of Hannah’s voice. “Maybe we just need to ask the right questions.” Copper held Hannah’s stare. “Maybe something is blocking us, and if we work together to get past that block, our talents will aid us better.”

  Mackenzie glanced around. “Who should start?”

  “I’ll go last.” Rhiannon tucked her chin-length hair behind her ear as her familiar, a large cat named Spirit, jumped into her lap. “Hearing what you all come up with may help make my vision stronger.”

  “Hot tea would do us all some good.” Cassia scooted away from the table and made her way to the other end of the kitchen. She brought out a huge copper kettle and filled it with water. Within moments it was whistling, obviously heated by Cassia’s magic. Copper wondered just how powerful the Elvin witch was.

  Sydney’s chair legs squeaked against the linoleum as she pushed her chair from the table. “I need to gather candles.” She gracefully stood and slipped away from the table. Sydney was the CEO of an advertising agency on Market Street in downtown San Francisco.

  “I need one, too,” Alyssa said as she got up and then disappeared through the swinging door and into the darkened shop behind Sydney.

  Mackenzie went to her backpack that hung from a hook on the wall and brought out a scarf-wrapped bundle. When she returned to the table, she reverently unwrapped the deck to reveal her well-used deck of tarot cards. She laid the iridescent scarf in her lap and began shuffling the cards.

  Hannah went to the cabinet and brought out the sea salt crystals. She dug her scrying mirror out of her briefcase, which was hanging on another wall hook.

  When everyone was seated at the table again with the tools of their divination skills, Alyssa lit a purple stick of incense at the center of the table. She had chosen a pewter Faerie holder with the Faerie clasping the incense stick in her little hands. Gradually the lilac-scented smoke drifted Copper’s way—purple and lilacs were used for psychic work and clairvoyance.

  At the same time, Cassia poured hot water over homemade tea bags in an odd variety of porcelain cups. The women passed the filled teacups around the table and the scent of citrus and cloves rose up with the steam.

  After everyone had their cup of tea, Copper turned to Cassia, who sat next to her. “Want to start?”

  Cassia answered by reaching into the pocket of her flowing skirt and bringing out a black velvet bag. She closed her eyes and fingered the rune stones through the cloth, projecting her Elvin magic. When she opened her eyes, she drew apart the bag’s drawstring and let the stones tumble onto the table. They were black with golden runes etched upon them.

  For a long moment Cassia studied them. Copper was about to take a sip of her tea, but found her hand was shaking too much to bring the cup to her lips.

  Finally, Cassia said, “I see communication—I believe Silver will find a way to get word to us, although I don’t see it freeing her. She has protection, which I read as her magic, and that will help her hold evil at bay. Family will be involved.” At that she glanced at Copper, then back to the stones. “The situation is unpredictable and deals with more than simply saving her from Darkwolf and the Fomorii. There are other threats.” With that, she gathered her stones into her velvet bag, tied the drawstring, and slipped it back into the pocket of her skirt.

  Copper swallowed and looked to Alyssa, who sat on the other side of Cassia. Alyssa nodded, her soft brown curls bobbing with the movement, as she struck a match and raised it to the silver candle before her. The taper was held in a serpent candleholder, the base of the candle held taut in the serpent’s jaws.

  The smell of sulfur, then burning wood of the match-stick met Copper’s nose, followed by the lily scent of the candle. Or was that her imagination—that she caught Silver’s perfume?

  “Obviously I chose the serpent since it’s Silver’s totem,” Alyssa said in her quiet voice. “And I chose a silver candle to represent her.”

  Alyssa placed her palms flat on the table and stared un-blinking at the candle flame. Her eyes unfocused and glazed over. The soft sound of the other witches’ breathing seemed magnified in the silence, as did the ticking of the clock over the stove, and the drip of water from the sink’s faucet.

  It seemed to take forever, but it was mere moments before Alyssa pulled herself out of her trance. She blinked several times before blowing out the candle, leaving only a thin trail of smoke rising to the ceiling of the kitchen.

  While she waited Copper managed to get her cup to her lips before she heard what Alyssa had to say. The citrus-clove flavor of the tea was both sweet and tangy. Her teacup rattled on its saucer when she set it down.

  Alyssa frowned at the now unlit candle, her eyebrows pinched together in concentration. “Silver’s pissed more than anything. She does know she won’t be harmed because Darkwolf doesn’t plan to hurt her. He has other intentions for her, which I couldn’t get a grasp on. I believe she’s somewhere on the other side of the city, possibly close to the pier, but she’s not certain where she is.”

  Alyssa turned to Hannah, whose mirror was lying faceup on the tabletop. The mirror had an ornate frame of two dragons, each biting the tail of the other so that they formed a never-ending circle. The mirror itself was black and cast no reflection to anyone but Hannah.

  She didn’t bother to look at anyone. Instead she poured rock crystals into her palm from a clear jar and set the jar back down. She let the salt crystals tinkle and bounce onto the mirror. Not a single crystal fell off its surface, even onto the frame.

  Hannah had her answers within seconds. She looked directly at Copper. “Darkwolf doesn’t want Silver hurt. Like Alyssa said, he wants her for reasons that are unclear. But she’s in danger, and even he doesn’t realize the danger he’s going to put her in. She’s going to be used in a way that could mean her death.”

  Chills rolled over Copper and goose bumps pricked her skin. “You don’t see us finding her soon?”

  Hannah shook her head, her single lock of blond hair a stark contrast against the darkness of her brown hair. “I don’t see it. But then, nothing is set. The future is always in question.”

  Copper’s neck was stiff as she gave a single nod and turned her attention to Sydney, whose lavender eyes were focused thoughtfully on the fat pillar candles she had chosen for her divination. In front of her was a medium-sized, engraved silver bowl filled with consecrated water. The three short pillar candles positioned beside the bowl were silver, black, and green.

  “Like Alyssa, I chose a silver candle to represent our Coven sister.” Sydney struck a match and lit each candle. The tang of sulfur was stronger this time. “The silver candle also represents the goddess, mysteries, the moon, and intuition. In addition I chose a black candle for protection and removing bad luck, and green to invoke the goddess.”

  As all of the witches watched Sydney, she raised the silver candle and let the wax begin to drip into the bowl of consecrated water. The silver wax looked like blobs of mercury at first before they chilled into patterns in the water. Again Copper caught the perfume of lilies.

  Sydney frowned, and Copper’s stomach clenched. The black-haired witch selected the black candle next and tilted it so that its wax slowly dripped into the bowl, on and around the silver wax. The scent of patchouli was strong.

  This time Sydney didn’t pause after
she set the black candle down. She immediately picked up the green candle and tilted it to allow its wax to dribble into the bowl, too. This candle smelled of pine.

  When Sydney had set the green candle on the table, she let them continue to flicker in the still air of the kitchen as she studied the wax patterns in the bowl.

  She finally raised her head. “The goddess had nothing to do with your dream-vision that told you to go to the wharf, Copper.” Flickering candlelight reflected in Sydney’s eyes as she spoke. “Anu also had nothing at all to do with your vision of the wharf. A dark force was involved, and I believe it was Balor.”

  “Balor?” Rhiannon said, her face flushed in anger.

  Sydney nodded in response, but continued to speak to Copper. “However, the goddess did protect and provide for you in Otherworld. When Darkwolf would have taken you, she sent you to Otherworld to learn something that will aid us in our task.”

  “Garran. Of course.” Copper’s mind raced as she wondered if anything else concerning her exile could be related to these events.

  Sydney brought her attention back to the present when she said, “Silver’s captivity will somehow be to our benefit, as well.”

  “How can you say that?” Rhiannon snapped, nearly upsetting her teacup as she placed her fists on the tabletop. The cat, Spirit, hissed from her lap. “She’s been kidnapped by that bastard Darkwolf, and is in the clutches of the Fomorii!”

  Sydney simply looked at Rhiannon and said, “I am only relating to you what the goddess and Ancestors have shown me.”

  Rhiannon clenched her jaw and sat back in her seat with her arms folded across her chest. “I’m not liking what I’m hearing.”

  “I don’t think any of us are.” Copper’s voice was on the edge of shaking. “There are only two of you left. Mackenzie, you’re next.”

  Mackenzie’s knuckles were white from clutching her tarot deck so tightly. She looked at Copper, quickly shuffled them again, and began to lay the cards out in the Celtic-cross spread, which consisted of ten cards.