Entranced: Spellbound (Book Three) (4 page)

I sat in the middle of the ritual chamber, reclining on the
altar. Alexi sat with a tattoo gun and inks to his side. This would be my first tattoo. Mom would kill me! Not that anything else I’d been doing would have met with her approval. He worked on the outline of a red pentagram on the inside of my thigh. It stung like hell, but I knew the power that those symbols brought. I couldn’t wait to try it out on someone who wasn’t more powerful than me. Apparently, I had entranced some of the coven. That meant there were few people in the world more powerful than me, and I had just had a little threesome with two of them.

“
Every time you have sex, your power increases. Making love with me or Victor also increased your power much more than with an average person.”

“
So you guys just juiced me up?”

“
Juiced?”

“
Filled me with power.”

“
Yes, and this tattoo will increase it even more. Then you can do almost anything.
We
can do almost anything. I have some plans for you to practice.”

I was intrigued. Then I wondered if he was going to use me for his own ends.
Was Alexi a sex warlock? That’s when I remembered the metal box and the Russian woman’s passport. Is this how his father used his mother? What really happened to his parents. The needle crossed a tender spot, and I winced.

“
Almost finished,” Alexi said, blotting the ink with a paper towel.

I wa
nted to use this power for myself, my own goals. But it was Alexi who brought me into his world. It was he who introduced me to the coven. I did kind of owe him. Plus, I loved him. But that didn’t mean I trusted him completely. I thought about my passport hidden beneath the floorboards in the cottage. Could he know? Did he sense it? I had no idea about the scope of his power. Maybe he was playing with me.

I suddenly knew he had
been using magic on me all along. Every time my mind seemed to drift and fade into blackness, that has his entrancement. Did I resent it? I wasn’t completely sure. I didn’t know if I would have gone along with this whole thing if I had not been hypnotized. And boy, would I have missed out! Sometimes you don’t always know what you're going to get until you try. And I knew for a fact that there was a limit to the kinds of things I would normally try. Traveling to Europe had opened a door to my courage, but not a door that wide.

Alexi finished the tattoo and covered it with salve. I sto
od from the alter and let my maxi dress fall to the floor. He waved his arm over my head, speaking softly in Russian. I wanted to know what all the chanting was. I didn’t know any spells. Not a single one. But from what Alexi and Victor said, it seemed I didn’t need them.

The power of my sex alone could get me pretty much anything I wanted. I had to get the person to have sex with me first. But how hard could that be? Of course, the drawback
was— not everyone was really worth having sex with. What if I needed something from someone who was gross? I might need some spells then? And was this all on the up and up? Wasn’t this what was considered “black magic”? Not that I knew much about it. But it didn’t seem exactly savory to bend people to your will.

I coul
d feel the pentagram on my thigh burning, and power pulsed through my body. I liked it. I didn’t really care if it was black magic or white magic. What were those definitions anyway? I was just Julia. The recent college grad on her first trip overseas. But the question remained: What would I do with this newfound power? Would I use it for good, or for evil? Or both?

Victor kissed me on the cheek as we stood next to the Range Rover. Our bags were packed and ready to go.

“Come back any time,” he said. Alexi gave him a cold look before the men embraced and slapped each other’s backs.

We drove back out on the highway pa
ssing the little villages that seemed to be stuck in the middle ages and routed back to the sea side. I gazed out the window, watching the blue sea below the cliff face. A pleasure boat broke through the water leaving foaming whitecaps in its wake. I watched foreign gulls dance on the breeze— blown in from the Mediterranean or Indian Ocean.

The golden sunlight reflected on
my hair and bounced off my over-sized Gucci sunglasses. I had come a long way from the Julia who stepped off the plane in Venice just a month ago. I was barely recognizable to myself. I wore a long designer maxi dress in mauve and purple my fingernails and toes were perfectly manicured in silver-black. I had two brands and a new tattoo that added to my innate sex magic power, and I had been inducted into an ancient coven of old world witches.

The thought of my parents and their constant meddling now seemed like the anti
cs of flies pestering a spider— the spider being me. I grinned inwardly and watched Alexi drive. His raven curls framed his round Eurasian face. He rubbed his goatee and winked at me, curling his full lips to show gleaming white teeth. My exotic lover, my beloved. I reached my hand over and squeezed his upper thigh. He looked at me as if the protest.

“
These roads are rough, my Darling.”

I withdrew my hand and let myself slip into dreams. My body was tired, which I hadn
’t realized until just then. All the activity of the last several days had taken its toll. I had gone through an almost complete transformation. I needed rest. I needed to repair. I pulled a travel pillow out of the back seat and leaned it against the window frame. Sleep came through the hypnotic trance of the highway. I was grateful for it as I drifted into blackness.

When I awoke we were closing in on the res
ort. I must have slept the entire time. Tourists lined the crowded outdoor markets along the coastal drive toward or hotel. We arrived at the resort as the evening sun tilted toward dusk. I wanted nothing more than a long, hot bath and a long, comfortable evening lounging in bed. Porters took our bags and parked our car, and we walked up to our suite. It smelled of fresh linens and flowers. A bouquet decorated the coffee table in the suite’s living room. The porter unloaded our bags, and I went to the bouquet. They were summer garden flowers, sunflowers, daisies, zinnias, irises, poppies. I read the card: “Summer flowers for a summer girl ~ Victor.”

Alexi tipped the porter and closed the door. “
Who is that from?”

“
Victor.”

“
Cheap flowers,” Alexi sniffed.

“
I think it is about the sentiment.”

“
What do you mean?”

“
He says, ‘Summer flowers for a summer girl.’ Apparently, he likes me tan,” I said, laughing.

“
Humph. He has eyes for you,” Alexi sounded angry and hurt.

I went to him and put my arms around him, pr
essing my lips into his full pouting mouth. “I only have eyes for you, my Darling,” I said, imitating his accent. He seemed to find it humorous. He smiled at me, and his eyes twinkled. He lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed.

There
, we touched each other and kissed slowly, gently. We were both tired from the journey. His hand went under my skirt and pulled my g-string down to my ankles. I was tired, spent. All I wanted was a bath and to rest. But Alexi became passionately insistent. He wanted to be inside me, and his insistence created an insistence of my own. We pulled at each other’s clothes. He only got his pants half-way down his legs before he slid his cock inside me.

I clung to him, still in my strapless dress. He pulled it down to revea
l my breasts, greedily filling his mouth and flicking my nipples with his tongue. His intensity was savage. He wanted to claim me, make me his own again. He bit down hard in the crook of my neck, as his cock pushed deep inside me. My pussy quaked in orgasm. I let him have me, entwining his body with my legs and arms. I wanted him to know the feeling was mutual. No matter how many people I fucked, he was the man I held above all others. He was my love, the light of my eyes.

“
I love you, Alexi” I gasped as he came into me. 

“
Lyubimaya. I love you, Julia. You are mine and mine alone,” he said kissing my face.

Follow Julia and Alexi in the next episode of Spellbound:
Enraptured

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