The Alpha Warlocks' Claim: An Alpha Warlocks of Kala West Story #1 (A BWWM and BBW Paranormal Erotic Romance)

by Auriella Skye

  When Warren was all the way in, they both remained motionless to allow her to adjust to their sweet intrusion. It was too much and not enough.

  They moved, and a shudder consumed her. She could only stay there as they went in and out of her with obsession. When one pulled out, the other slid in. Out. In. In. Out. Glorious back and forth that had her body in limbo. She didn’t know which one she loved more, Kye filling her pussy or Warren doing the same to her ass.

  Lost in a lustful haze, she was vaguely aware of magic filling her lungs and slithering through her body. All of their magic seeped into her until she was a powerful mass of mystic pleasure.

  “Fly with us, sweet witch,” Warren said. His soft hair tingled against her neck and back as he whispered in her ear.

  There were so many clashing feelings of desire that she didn’t know which one set off her first orgasm with them inside her. One hit right after another until she was a puddle of nothing between her men. They kept up, working her body into another crashing high. She was blinded by colored lights that shielded her vision.

  Kye was the first to explode with in her, sending her through another satisfied shudder. She was still soaring when Warren filled her ass.

  She collapsed on Kye’s chest, utterly spent. She had no words for what they’d given her, but nothing needed to be said as she settled between them.

  Charice was seconds away from falling into a blissful sleep when a tingling on her inner wrist stopped her. She watched in awe as a pattern began forming.

  “What’s happening?” She recognized the first completed image as her air element’s triangular symbol.

  “The bond,” Warren gasped.

  Shortly, two other water triangles intertwined at the base of hers. Both water signs crossed over to create an intricate signature that interlinked all three.

  Kye grinned. “I’ve seen something similar before, but not those exactly. This one’s unique. You carry the symbol of our completed triad.”

  “I’m guessing it’s permanent?” Charice asked. She rotated her arm and noticed her new magical tattoo shimmered just below her skin.

  “It’s to let other warlocks know you’re ours.” Kye’s voice couldn’t hide the brimming pride.

  “How come you both don’t get one?” She tried to wiggle away, but both men remained inside her and neither budged from her struggle.

  Anger teetered to the surface. “Let me up!” she demanded. “I get the creepy tattoo and you don’t? It’s not like I want other witches drooling over my warlocks.”

  She’d spoken too soon. She watched as Kye’s shoulder glowed.

  Warren made a gasp, and she looked up to see his skin doing the same on the opposite shoulder.

  Charice glanced between them as a matching symbol formed itself on her lovers’ skin.

  Warren smiled down at her, his hair framing his face to make him even more irresistible than he already was. “You were saying?” he said.

  Weird tattoos weren’t a part of their seductive blood or sex speech. They so needed to have a talk about this or something.

  She wiggled again, frustrated, trying to move herself away from them.

  Both men hardened at her squirming.

  “Try all you want, witch,” Warren said, “but we’re not going anywhere.”

  “I think she just said something about us being her warlocks,” Kye teased.

  “You heard that too?” Warren said.

  Oh, hell no. She was not going to stay there while they made fun of her.

  Kye stopped her with a kiss. His lips and tongue roamed her mouth with full possession. He pulled away, leaving her panting.

  “Well, then,” Kye said. “Let’s remind her she’s ours as well.”

  “I’m all for it,” Warren replied, nibbling at her shoulders.

  Goddess have mercy.

  That was the last thought she had before they consumed her mind and body once more.

  Chapter Eight

  Charice woke up to banging. Loud banging followed by someone screaming her name. She made a short note that it was daylight, but she could still hear the waves crashing ashore before the banging resumed.

  “Charice! Charice Brixton, if you’re in there, you better open up right now or we’re coming in.”

  It wasn’t just any banging or any voice. It was Claire.

  Charice shot up in bed. Her warlocks were on either side of her passed out like the dead. Her warlocks. She was getting use to saying that. It was as if they’d been lovers for years and not just one night.

  She wiggled out from their possessive grip on her body until she hit the foot of the bed and fell on the floor with a thud. They so had to discuss sleeping arrangements. What if she had to pee?

  Unable to find her top, she put on Warren’s shirt, which dwarfed her to hang below her knees, and buttoned it up.

  She raced to the door just as another round of bangs were about to persist.

  Charice opened it and whispered as loud as she could without waking her men. "Stop yelling, Claire,” she said. “I’m sure you woke up everyone from here to Mexico.”

  “Oh, thank the goddess,” Claire said. She grabbed Charice into a big hug that cut off her airways.

  “Can’t breathe, Claire,” Charice gasped out.

  Carmen pulled their eager sister back. “I told her you were probably fine, but she wouldn’t listen. No one listens to me.”

  “What are you both doing here?”

  “When you disappeared, we thought the worse,” Claire.

  “Um, I think you mean, you thought the worse,” Carmen said. “She imagined El-Board locking you up in a dungeon or something for trying to evade them.” She pushed passed her sisters and looked around. “This is certainly not a dungeon.” Carmen sounded in utter awe. “I can’t believe you’re in a penthouse.”

  “Nope,” Charice said. “No medieval cages for me.” Charice took in the living room for the first time. Dark leather furniture filled the open space with tons of white room left over. A large television big enough to swallow all of them hung from an opposite wall, facing the sofas and chairs. Large sliding glass windows gave a perfect view of the Gulf. Her men certainly weren’t starving for funds.

  She smiled at how easy the ownership of them was coming to her. Kye and Warren. Her men. Her Warlocks.

  “Um, what are you wearing?” Claire asked.

  Carmen noticed too and got on board with analyzing Charice’s barely-there attire. “Is that a man’s shirt?”

  “Look, I’m safe and fine, but you both need to go before—”

  “Charice?” A sleepy male voice said behind her. “Everything all right?”

  Oh, hell, Charice thought. Her warlocks were awake. And from the open-mouthed looks on her sisters’ faces, they were probably half naked. She turned around. Nope. They were completely naked. Both of them. They certainly weren’t shy at all, were they?

  Claire had the decency to hide her face from the sight.

  Carmen was another matter. She stared wide-eyed and smiled. “Go, sis,” she said.

  “Close your eyes,” Charice chided.

  “But—”

  “Now, Car!” She loved her sisters, but they so were not going to get an eyeful of her warlocks. At least, not any more than they already had.

  “You’re no fun,” Carmen said, folding her arms, but she turned around.

  “My sisters were worried about me,” Charice said, “but they’re leaving.”

  “It’s okay,” Warren said. “Spend some time with them. I’m sure they’re just worried. We’ll be in here. Sleeping.”

  Kye smiled at her. “Order anything you ladies want from the kitchen downstairs. I’m sure you’re all hungry.” Both turned to go back into the room, but Kye paused.

  “Don’t take too long to come back to bed, Charice,” he said. A grin filled Kye’s lips. “We’re a little hungry too.”

  Charice started to complain about him saying such things in front of her sisters, but he clos
ed the door before she could argue.

  Oh, he was so going to get it. But damn, were they sexy in the morning.

  She’d had plenty of time with them all night, but she already wanted more.

  What was happening to her? It was too early to be in love with them, wasn’t it? Her mind said absolutely, but every other part of her screamed two words:Love struck.

  “Can I open my eyes?” Claire asked.

  “Yep,” Carmen said, making herself at home and plopping on the couch. “Don’t be such a prude, Claire. Charice’s man candy has left the room. You so have some explaining to do, sis. Big time.”

  “Food first,” Charice said, falling down on the couch next to Carmen. “I’m starving.”

  “Bet you are after the workout you had,” Carmen said.

  Charice hit Carmen with a sofa pillow. “Thanks, Car.”

  “Ow. Just stating the obvious.” Carmen grabbed her sister’s wrist. “When did you get a tattoo? And why is it sparkling?”

  Charice pulled her arm back and massaged her temples. “One question at a time, Car.”

  How was she going to explain this one?

  A beeping noise went off.

  “Sorry. That’s me,” Claire said, taking out her phone. “It’s just an email alert.” Claire pressed a button on her cell. Her face went rigid as she looked up at her sisters.

  “What’s wrong?” Charice asked.

  “It’s an email,” Claire said.

  “You said that already,” Carmen said. “From who?”

  “It’s from the Elemental Board.” Claire sat down slowly in a seat next to her sisters. “I’ve been summoned to Firewick.”

  ~~~~~~

  Thank you for reading The Alpha Warlocks’ Claim. Stay tuned for Claire and Carmen’s journeys in the coming Alpha Warlocks of Kala West stories.

  Keep reading for a preview of my other story, Sword Delicacy.

  Excerpt of Sword Delicacy

  The man who disrobed looked more like a god than a man, and Chloe had to remember how to breathe when he started to move. He wore no shirt, and his tight leather pants showed that he was way past the point of escalating excitement.

  His chest was broad and muscular with smooth, rippled skin that begged to be touched and licked. His long, dark hair hung over his shoulders in waves. His square jaw defined his face and gave the contours of his cheeks more complexities.

  But it was his eyes that had Chloe mesmerized. Although she couldn’t see their color from where she stood, they had a darkness about them that sucked her in and promised the sweetness of naughty things, and they focused right on her. His stare was intense and made her insides jerk with longing.

  She had to be crazy. This hot embodiment of a man couldn’t be looking at her. There were other women in the audience who were better looking and smaller than she was, women who seemed more his type.

  Chloe never thought of herself as not being sexy. In fact, she appreciated her curves and loved them. She couldn’t imagine being smaller, but some men loved thin women. Those men just weren’t for her.

  The man up on stage looked like a fashion model would be the only true match for him, so there was no reason why he should be staring in her direction. A deep part of her could still sense his eyes were on her, and it made her feel like the sexiest creature in existence.

  Chloe felt her pussy clench and the wetness that followed. It was uncontrollable lust, and she savored every second as it possessed her body. The man hadn’t even touched her let alone done anything, but she felt like she was steps away from the best orgasm of her life.

  She’d only dated one white guy before. His name was Mick, and that was in college when she knew nothing about sex or pleasure. Even though she lost her virginity to him, Chloe had no idea what an orgasm was or what it felt like to have one. She blamed her prudish and religious parents for her ignorance. Whenever she brought up sex, they told her she didn’t need to know about those things because such thoughts led to wickedness.

  It was Jason who gave her the first orgasm of her life. Still, she didn’t get what the big deal was about. That was until she felt the lusciousness that tingled through her as she watched the man on stage, the one called Alex, and nothing Jason ever gave her was even close to the sensation that filled her inside and flowed out to every part of her being.

  There were hints of exoticism to his features, which only made him more irresistible. He became dangerous when he pulled out a large sword that looked like it was something out of a Viking movie. Alex had “bad boy in sheep’s clothing” written all over him, and Chloe couldn’t help but want to explore every part that personality.

  He moved his sword seductively through the air, and his movements became more aggressive as he mimicked a fight. The sword became an extension of his body rather than a weapon or a prop. Each sway of his hips, legs, and arms were fluid as they were strong.

  His skin glowed under the night sky combined with the multiple hung string lights. The metal in his hand glinted as he twirled it back and forth with ease.

  Chloe watched as he swung and stabbed the air with such control and precision that it made her hitch her breath whenever he changed angles or directions.

  This man was definitely good with a weapon, probably in more ways than one. That thought only made him more appealing. It was as if she were a bug being drawn to a bug zapper, and what she felt was so amazing that she didn’t mind that death could possibly be on the other side.

  What the hell was wrong with her? She didn’t know who this man was other than his special way with sharp objects, and she already wanted to see how close she could get to him. Maybe it was the Nevada heat. That had to explain her irrational longings.

  When he came to a long pose, the people around her cheered and clapped their appreciation of his demonstration.

  She closed her eyes to calm herself, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. The thunderous applause stopped suddenly, too quickly. When she opened her eyes again, she saw why.

  No one else was there, no one except for her and Alex. She didn’t have time to think of where everyone disappeared to because Alex made his way to her with sword still in hand.

  Chloe couldn’t move or turn away from him as he approached. She could see his eyes now, a deep bluish-green that reminded her of warm sea water and foam bubbling over.

  He was close enough to touch her, but he stood at a distance. Instead he used the tip of his sword to slide up her leg. The cold metal shocked her and inflamed her insides.

  She had to be hallucinating. But why did it feel so real?

  His sword reached the hem offer skirt and lifted it. She should be scared or at least appalled, but only desire and anticipation filled her.

  He stopped right there at the apex of her thighs, but she didn’t want him to stop at all. A slight curve filled the side of his face. The smile could be seen as sinister, but Chloe didn’t recoil. Instead, she felt wetness fill her panties and couldn’t help but be turned on.

  His smile widened as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Slowly, he moved the sword away from that intimate part of her. As he did, he kneeled down. His eyes stayed on her as he replaced his sword with his hand and traced the same path up her leg. His hands felt so real, so good on her. She broke eye contact first by throwing her head back when his hand met the warmth of her wetness and played against the fabric.

  Chloe heard him chuckling, a sensuous yet mocking tone. He was laughing at her, but she didn’t care, as long as his hand stayed right there and kept moving. He had to continue using those fingers.

  She started to complain when he moved away, but she immediately flowed with gratification when he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

  How did he pull her panties off without her feeling it? Hell, it didn’t matter. His mouth was splendid, and he knew just how to work her until the contact breached her core. He teased her folds with his lips and tongue and was an expert at using both. This had to be the corruption
her parents warned her about. If so, then she was ready to fall head first into flames.

  A buildup came on her, something she’d never experienced before. She had been missing too much all her life if this was what a genuine orgasm felt like before coming on. This was so much more powerful than the ones she gave herself or the weak excuses for pleasure Jason provided. It went beyond reality and pierced a netherworld, and she was so close to that threshold. Just a little more and...

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  Auriella Skye dreams of becoming a powerful goddess and creating a whole pantheon of gods to do her naughty bidding. Until then, she happily spends her time weaving those fantasies into the erotic and fun tales that she enjoys reading as much as writing. She loves creating characters and worlds filled with the wonderful stuff reality lacks. Auriella resides in Central Florida and spends her days and nights surrounded by words in their various, spectacular forms.

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