Soul Mates Bind

by Sandra Ross

  Soul Mates Bind: Witching Call Part 2

  Sweet and Special Books

  By Sandra Ross.

  Published by Publications Circulations LLC.

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  Chapter One

  “THE VOWS YOU HAVE TAKEN have only served to strengthen the song shared by your hearts. Everything of the material world returns to the Earth one day, but the bond and connection shared by your spirits is fated to ascend to the heavens. May you always be as one in your passion and fire together. Your hands are bound as Bride and Groom. Now, you are what your hearts have always known you to be: Husband and Wife. You may now share your first kiss.”

  Lola and Marcus looked deeply into each other’s eyes before joining their mouths together in a passionate first kiss as husband and wife. The sound of their guests clapping and cheering rose around them and, turning together, they laughed at the crowd gathered for this very special event and walked back down the aisle, hand in hand. And then they waited outside to greet each person who showed up today to help them celebrate this very special occasion.

  Lola was absolutely radiant in her happiness, which only served to make her even more beautiful. Her gown had been personally created for her according to her own design specifications. It was made of a deep purple silk that fell to the floor. With golden flecks in the material, Lola almost looked like a fairy queen as she moved among her guests. The humans who were there—friends of Lola and Davis in New York, as well as colleagues from work—felt like they were held under a spell as they marveled at how beautiful the bride was. It was not a spell, though. Lola was so happy she shone.

  The real magick was the happiness conceived for that occasion. And that was also part of what Lola and Marcus felt, though they did not know it.

  The witches and warlocks present at the occasion certainly knew about it and held high hopes for in the future. With Soul Mates present, what could go wrong? Who would have thought that a legend and a myth could still come true in this age? It wasn’t magick. It was a miracle!

  The wedding was held inside of Lola’s and Marcus’s new country estate, with the reception built around a central bonfire on the lawn. Tables and chairs were set up so that everyone could enjoy the light emanating from the fire while they ate and drank. An area for dancing had been set up near the live band that they had been hired to play. And the flowers… it seemed that the place was constructed in overflowing blossoms with their mesmerizing smell, almost like a part of the breeze that fanned every smiling faces in the estate.

  All told, it was very magical.

  Even Sable, Lola’s mother, was impressed with the way it had turned out, despite initially turning up her nose at it. She had whispered to Lola that the wedding to Marcus would be the talk of the city for years to come, and that she was actually excited about it.

  Everything was beautiful and perfect, and she and Marcus were anxious to begin their honeymoon. They were planning to take a month off and tour Europe. It was something they looked forward to and they planned to visit some of their friends—humans and witches alike—while there. All of the big cities were on their itinerary, and if they were having a particularly great time in one place, they would simply extend their stay.

  Even though Lola loved her job, she resigned from the position. But she agreed to remain as a consultant and do some editing because she really wanted to focus on Marcus and their time together. Neither of them had been apart since her birthday in Mystical Grove, when they realized that they had been together more than once in their past lives.

  But neither had they been together for centuries either, since their last lifetimes together. They both had a lot to make up!

  Chapter Two

  DAVIS, Lola’s protective father, was not thrilled that she went away on a trip and returned with a new boyfriend in tow. But as he got to know Marcus better, he started to understand just what a wonderful man he was for Lola.

  He could only shake his head about the Soul Mates myth, understanding at least that there was more to this world that he could ever comprehend. They had been deliberately vague about how they met when other humans ask inquired, but it was a prerequisite for Lola that she be honest with her father about things like this.

  Her Dad could understand love, she thought wistfully as she watched her father listening in rapt amusement, while her mother talked non-stop about something. They were both sitting at one table, with people surrounding them, yet both of them seeming as if no one else existed. Did her mom look a little nervous and flushed? Yes. My father might not fully understand magick, but he understands love very well, she thought as she held Marcus’ hand a little bit tighter.

  Marcus leaned forward. “What’s the matter?” he asked in a low voice.

  “I was just thinking about those idiots,” she whispered back. “Look at them. They’re still so in love. There must be something we can do to help them around my mother’s stubbornness and my father’s principles. They look perfect together. See?”

  “Huh,” he said. “I see what you’re seeing, honey. I do.”

  She was nodding, then her face whipped to him as she caught the tone in his voice. “You’ve seen something!” she exclaimed.

  One of Marcus’ active gifts was the ability to see the future. But it was not really like seeing the future. It was more like he could smell the scent of what was likely to happen—as if he was able to hear the tone of a future melody with the tempo of the present, or sense an approaching storm with the smell and feel of the present atmosphere.

  During the nights they slept together, he would wake up sweating and trembling from a nightmare that he could not remember. He would only settle down when she had gathered him in her arms.

  Before she could ask him further what he had seen, the guests started clinking tiny teaspoons against their glasses, asking for the groom and bride to kiss each other.

  And they were more than happy to oblige.

  SO FAR, everyone just adored Marcus.

  In fact, some people adored him a bit too much for Lola’s comfort. He had really come out of his shell sin
ce remembering who he was and why he was here. Unfortunately, the new charismatic Marcus, who always smiled and was accommodating to most everyone, was able to charm even the elderly or the most haughty witches.

  But luckily, only his loving eyes were focused on her.

  The only shadow spoiling their sunny dispositions was that they were still searching for answers regarding his birth parents. The Council had been very helpful regarding some of the more difficult-to-find details. But they could not answer all of Marcus’ questions, with the most important one being “Who the hell are my parents?” Answers to this question ranged from grunts, shrugs, explanations that amounted to nothing, but mostly just silence and stares.

  Lola smiled fondly as she watched her new husband dancing with her mother. He and Sable had really hit it off and Lola was relieved.

  “May I have this dance?”

  Lola turned to see her father at her side.

  Davis had been wonderful throughout the entire process. He had not pretended to understand her decisions regarding her wedding. Once, she had slipped up and called it a "hand-fasting" in his presence and he had given her a look. A handfast was what a wedding was to non-magicals, with a few differences, such as Lola’s and Marcus’ vow: …the bond and connection shared by your spirits is fated…

  The powerful words were a spell unto themselves and could still make Lola shiver. Handfasting’s only defense was that it was as old as time, and therefore older than the modern wedding. Most witches chose to follow old traditions that made them who they were; similarly, she and Marcus selected handfasting rather than a traditional wedding because its binding magick was much more powerful and profound.

  “Why, I would be delighted to,” she smiled as she took his arm and headed to the dance floor.

  Chapter Three

  “YOU LOOK POSITIVELY RADIANT, Lola,” Davis said softly as they danced to a slow, sweet song.

  “Well, I have to say that I’ve got the honor of dancing with one of the handsomest and most sought-after men in the room,” Lola said.

  Her father laughed. The amusement lingered in his eyes. “Not me. I’m not looking for another woman. Your mother was more than enough for me.”

  She felt a twinge inside her chest. “Have you danced with Mother, yet?”

  “Not yet. I suppose that I’m going to have to do that at some point this evening, but I was hoping to put it off as long as possible,” he answered wryly.

  “Oh, come on, Dad,” Lola admonished. “You’ve both been so good tonight, and I’m very grateful for that. It would make me so happy if the two of you could at least reach a truce of some sort.”

  With a smile of admonition, he kissed her forehead. “Sweetheart, please don’t waste any of your happiness today worrying about what your mother and I might or might not do. We’ll be fine and we both want only what’s best for you, and that’s for you to be happy.” He threw a glance at Marcus. “I have to say, I did have my doubts at first, but Marcus has obviously given you exactly what you need. Just be happy, darling.”

  Lola smiled at her father with tears in her eyes, and then hugged him tightly as the song came to an end. She kissed him on the cheek, her love for him overflowing. “Thank you, Daddy,” she whispered. “You don’t know how much I need to hear you say that.”

  “Always, love,” he whispered back, his voice husky. He was not far from tears himself.

  Then he was pulled from her embrace by her laughing mother as she felt an arm slip around her waist. Turning, she looked up into the handsome face of her husband.

  “Hey you,” he said as he leaned down to give her a kiss.

  “Hey yourself,” she replied with a laugh.

  “So, how much longer before we can get out of here?” Marcus whispered into her ear as he danced with her. “If I have to wait much longer to get you all to myself, I might explode.”

  Lola laughed as a thrill of excitement ran through her body. Leaning against him, she was still astonished that she felt this same excitement every time she was with him.

  “Come with me,” she said as she took his hand and started leading him to the stage area where the band was set up. She led him up onto the stage and they stood side by side at the microphone.

  “Hello, everyone,” she said to her guests, who turned to the stage.

  As soon as they noticed the bride and groom, everyone replied to Lola’s greeting with hellos and catcalls as if they knew what lay in store.

  Lola and Marcus both laughed. “Marcus and I are so pleased and happy that you all could join us on this very special day. It’s overwhelming at just how many people we have in our lives that care so much for us."

  Marcus leaned towards the microphone. “I have to agree with my beautiful new wife.” Boisterous catcalls erupted from the guests. Lola laughed and blushed. “We’re very happy that you’ve been with us to share in the beginning of our lives together. Lola and I will be leaving momentarily as we’ve got…” Marcus laughed for a moment before continuing, “…a plane waiting for us. Everyone, please stay and continue to enjoy the food, drinks and music as long as you want. Again, thank you.”

  All of the guests clapped and cheered as Lola and Marcus threw the crowd kisses, waved goodbye and left the stage hand in hand.

  They were able to slip out and head into the house. Racing upstairs, they went into their master bedroom suite where they managed to exchange steamy kisses that served as a prelude to what lay in store for them as soon as they arrived on their honeymoon site.

  After they changed clothes, Marcus messaged for their butler and groundskeeper, Hudson, to come up and gather their luggage.

  Hudson and Amie worked for Marcus at his mansion in Mystical Grove, Louisiana. Marcus had asked them both to move to New York when he and Lola bought their estate. The couple were invaluable when it came to running a household smoothly. Lola and Marcus had given them carte blanche to hire whomever they needed to help them keep both houses in order.

  Amie and Hudson went wherever Lola and Marcus sojourned. However, the honeymoon was an exception. This was something that the intrepid newlyweds intended to do on their own.

  Lola and Marcus received a bit of a surprise when they opened the front door.

  Chapter Four

  EVERYONE was gathered on either side to throw birdseed at them and send them on their way. Amie was waiting by the car holding Lola’s bridal bouquet, which she handed to her.

  Lola looked at her in amazement. “What on earth would I do without you? I can’t believe I forgot to throw my bouquet!” she exclaimed in horror.

  “It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” Amie said respectfully but was smiling from ear-to-ear.

  “Thank you so much, Amie,” she said as she kissed the older woman on her cheek before turning to the guests. “So who wants to get married next?”

  Once all of the single women were assembled on the steps leading up to the huge wrap-around porch, Lola turned her back and threw the bouquet over her shoulder. She turned around just in time to see her co-worker Eva catch the bouquet amidst numerous squeals and laughter.

  Hudson opened the door to the backseat of the limousine and Lola sat down on the seat. Before she could turn around, though, Marcus got down on one knee and slid her skirt up to retrieve her garter.

  Standing up, he turned his back to the single men in attendance and threw the garter over his shoulder. His best man, Chad, was the lucky one who had caught it, and there was another round of applause and boisterous laughter as Eva and Chad were jostled and pushed until they were standing side by side, both laughing but very red on the face.

  Now, Marcus could join Lola in the back seat of the limo. As soon as they got in, the door was closed on them and the limo moved. As they rode away from the house, Lola was still laughing. They could not hear the calls of good luck and goodbye from the crowd in the driveway, but they both knew it was there as they turned and watched countless hands waving goodbye.

  “Those guys act like a bunch of frat b
oys,” she said after they’d settled down on their seat.

  “Hey, those are my friends you’re talking about!” Marcus said in mock outrage.

  “Yeah, I know,” Lola said, her eyes rolling. “But they’re still acting like frat boys!”

  This discussion changed quickly when Marcus leaned over and kissed her deeply. Mouths open, tongues sliding into each other, they shared a passionate kiss for a long time before he raised his head to look into her eyes.

  “I love you, Mrs. Lola Ravensworth-Swan. I hope you know that,” he whispered.

  “I do know that,” Lola said as she leaned up to kiss him again. “Is the jet waiting?”

  “Yes, it’s all fueled and ready to go,” Marcus answered.

  “Good,” she nodded. “Because I simply cannot wait to get our honeymoon started.”

  WHEN THE limo pulled up to the hangar, they saw that the jet was, indeed, ready to take off.

  The jet belonged to Marcus and it certainly was a lot easier to be able to bypass the commercial airlines. Even traveling in first class, it still did not compare with traveling in your very own jet.

  Marcus’s plane was outfitted with a full bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and sitting area. It never ceased to amaze Lola every time she boarded his plane.

  Marcus had hired a pilot and co-pilot, as well as two flight attendants that he kept on retainer to fly him at a moment’s notice. These people were the best in the business, and Marcus paid them accordingly. All they had to do was be ready when Marcus needed them. They considered themselves quite lucky because they were able to to see so much of the world while flying Marcus around. Now, they would see lots of Europe during the next month.

  After Lola and Marcus had boarded the plane and were seated for takeoff, they felt the plane lift smoothly into the sky.

  Once they were settled into the flight, the two of them headed into the master bedroom, taking their bottle of wine and fruit and cheese tray with them.