Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge 01 - Spell Bound (22 page)

I braced myself with my arms, arching my body against his. Our hips moved in synch with each other until my already-hard cock turned to steel. This was it.

“Fuck!” I muttered as my dick spasmed, shooting streams of spunk and coating both of our cocks and our stomachs. With each jettison of sperm, I convulsed and moaned, and my reaction shoved Drake over the precipice.

“Holy shit!” he moaned as he bit down on my shoulder, adding his volleys of hot, wet liquid to the white mess I’d created.

When Drake’s orgasm subsided, I lowered myself completely on top of him. He wrapped his legs around my waist as the fruits of our labors dribbled down his side. “That was awesome,” I said.

“Tell me about it,” he said. “If I’d known how good that would feel, I’d have done it sooner.” I grimaced at him, and he laughed.

“You know what I mean,” he said, brushing his lips against mine.

“I hope you’re still okay with us doing this here.”

He ran a finger through my dark locks and then kissed my nose. “This was perfect for our first time.”

“First time?” I asked, my lips drawing into a huge smile. “Does that mean there’s gonna be a second and a tenth?”

Drake chuckled and shook his head. “I swear. One-track mind.”

I rested my forehead against his. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes,” he said, sighing. “Seconds. Tenths. And maybe even a one hundredth.”

I grinned broadly. “Think we can get to a hundred by tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” he asked. “I was thinkin’ tonight. You’re such a slacker.”

I pressed my lips against his, breathing in his scent and the emotions that seared the air around us. “And you say I have a one-track mind?”

He brushed his fingers through my hair before gently taking my lips between his teeth. He ran his hands across my back muscles, and I surfed mine down his flat stomach. “I’m a growin’ boy too, you know?”

I did, and I couldn’t have been happier about that.

W
E
LAY
on the beach for a few more hours, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. When the moon had trekked a quarter of the way across the sky, we realized it was time to head back. After we’d cleaned up and gotten dressed, we drove back to Aunt Millie’s. The entire ride back to her house, we both looked like a couple of grinning idiots. I didn’t typically appreciate couples who were so obviously into each other that they made everyone else around them diabetic, but here I was, with a big-ass smile on my face and Drake’s hand in mine.

Drake wasn’t any better. Every time our eyes met, he giggled and blew me a kiss. And damned if I didn’t get another boner. I had half a mind to pull over and go for round two, but we had to get back to Aunt Millie. It was already approaching ten o’clock, and it was a school night.

I sure as hell didn’t want to make Aunt Millie mad at me.

“It’ll be fine,” Drake said with a squeeze of my hand.

“What will be?”

“You’re frettin’ over Aunt Millie. As long as I’m home safely, she’ll be fine. She’s not your typical great-aunt. She knows boys will be boys, and she’s okay with that.”

My cheeks flushed. “You don’t think she’ll know, do you?”

He laughed. “You’re so cute. Of course she will. We’re both grinnin’ like a possum eatin’ a sweet potato, and we’ve still got sand everywhere!” He brushed some stray granules from my hair and smiled. “Besides, we probably smell like cum.”

“That’s hot,” I said with an eyebrow wiggle.

“I know.”

When I pulled up to Aunt Millie’s, the house was completely dark. “Think she’s asleep?”

Drake stared at the house and frowned. “Maybe. It’s not like her, but her health hasn’t been all that great, you know?”

I did. “Well, let’s get you inside.”

“First things first,” he said.

He leaned over the console and delivered a soft kiss that quickly turned as passionate as the one on the beach. We breathed into each other’s mouth, and my right hand caressed his cheek while my left went straight for the hardness tenting his shorts. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.”

Drake grabbed my crotch and stroked my shaft through the fabric. “And so are you.”

“That’s it,” I said, starting the car again. “We’re going somewhere else.”

He laughed and turned off the ignition. “No. I have to get inside and check on Aunt Millie.”

I grumbled. “I’d rather get inside you.”

After delivering one final peck to my lips, he opened the car door. “Soon,” he said. “I promise.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” I replied as I exited my car.

“You’d better.”

We held hands as we walked up to the front door. I held Drake from behind, pushing my hard cock against his ass, and he reared back against it as he unlocked the door. When he swung it open, the interior of the house was even darker than the night sky.

“I can’t see shit in here,” Drake said, as he fumbled for the light switch. He clicked the tiny lever up and down without any result. “Aunt Millie?”

I immediately went on full alert. Something wasn’t right. The air had a strange thickness, like I was wading through waist-high mud. I closed my eyes and opened myself up to the energy around me. Waves of ominous dread swept over me so quickly, I almost blacked out. I had to grasp the wall to my left to maintain my balance as an unseen gale chilled me to the bone.

Drake hadn’t noticed. He proceeded into the shadow-shrouded house in pursuit of other lights. “Aunt Millie?” he called again as I heard the failed switch of the lamp on the hall table. “What the heck is up with the lights?”

I couldn’t answer. My throat had closed. My magical senses were being assaulted by a sheer bombardment of supernatural currents that coursed around the room. They threatened to pull me under like a riptide from where I stood.

Drake’s footsteps shuffled farther inside. I had to regain my human senses and shut down my magic. There was danger here Drake couldn’t sense. How was that possible? Didn’t shifters have better instincts than this?

“Is there a flashlight in your car?” Drake asked from somewhere in the darkness.

Yes, there was. That was what he needed to do. He needed to go out to my car for the flashlight and get the fuck out of this house. “Yes,” I managed to force out.

“Well, can you go and get it? I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

“Why don’t you come with me?” I asked. I slowly pulled back, withdrawing ever so slightly from the chaotic energy that had almost done me in. With each even breath, I gained more control and was able to stand amid the crashing currents. “Before you hurt yourself.”

“Maybe you’re right. No sense breakin’ somethin’,” he said as he made his way back to me. “Besides, Aunt Millie’s probably not here. I didn’t see her car outside.”

That was true. Her car hadn’t been there when we arrived. I let out a huge sigh.

“What was that for?”

“Nothing,” I said, trying to play off my evident relief. “Just glad you’re listening to me instead of arguing like usual.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to that,” he said. “Just because we—well, you know—doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be as ornery as usual.”

I wouldn’t have him any other way. “What are you doing? It doesn’t take that long to get from where you were to me.”

“I’m fixin’ to try one more light,” he said. “The one in the livin’ room, before we go on out to your car.”

Oh, for crying out loud! “I thought you were going to listen?”

“I guess I changed my mind.” I could hear the smile in his voice. He was intentionally being difficult at probably one of the worst times.

And that was when the unmistakable odor of bleach and pancakes made its way over to where I stood by the front door. I stiffened in response and widened my stance. “Drake, get over here. Now!”

“What’s wrong?” He’d evidently noted the change in my tone. Fear crept into his previously playful pitch.

“Please. Just come to me. As fast as you can.”

“You’re kinda freakin’ me out,” he said as he once again drew closer.

I had to cover my nose and mouth. The stench had become overpowering: the acrid burn of bleach mixed with the sweetness of pancake batter. “Can you smell that?” I asked. He had to. He was a damn shifter!

Before he could answer, a low hiss filled the room.

“Mason, are you tryin’ to scare me? Because that’s not cool.”

“That wasn’t me,” I said, piercing the black veil that kept me from Drake. I had to get to him before anything else in here with us did.

“Oh, there you are.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Drake?”

“How are you doin’ that?”

“Doing what?”

“Throwin’ your voice over by the front door.”

My hands clenched automatically, the way I’d so often witnessed Pierce do before summoning his active power. “Because I’m over by the front door,” I replied, trying to home in on where Drake was standing. I would likely only have one shot, and I had to make it count.

“Then who…?” he asked.

Drake yelled as a loud hiss exploded in the room.

“Get down!” I hollered. I forced all my anger, all my emotions out of my outstretched hands, and a powerful force flew out of my fingertips. It wasn’t the blue crackling of Pierce’s electricity or the icy rush of Thad’s frosty assault. No discernible light was visible, just a low, subtle rumble that preceded a loud explosion and the sound of a wall caving inward.

Whatever I hit screeched in pain before muttering, “You’re too late.”

“Drake!” I screamed as I forced whatever power I’d finally tapped into out of my hands again. I aimed in the direction of the scuttling beast I still could not see. “
Drake
!”

My enemy hissed at me again. It wasn’t where it had last been. It had moved farther away. If I had to guess, it was in the kitchen, and it was trying to get away.

“Drake, will you answer me, dammit!”

Although I knew I was pushing my luck by casting another spell, I had to chance it. If I exposed magic I’d be in serious trouble, but I couldn’t let that thing leave if it had Drake. I had to stop it. In order to do that, I had to see it.

“
Lucem
,” I muttered, and three globes of light appeared in the middle of the room just as a shadow exited the broken back door and scurried into the night. I was about to charge after it when I saw Drake lying unconscious next to the living room wall. Pieces of plaster littered the floor around him, and a man-sized hole had been punctured clear through the kitchen wall. “Drake!” I was at his side in moments.

I felt for a pulse, and it was strong. There were no visible wounds. He’d evidently been knocked out cold. Again.

I sighed in relief, but then I remembered Aunt Millie. I surveyed the living room, but she wasn’t there. A quick glance revealed a trail of blood down the hall. I choked back my emotions. No. This couldn’t be happening. Not to Drake, not to Aunt Millie.

I followed the red path toward the last bedroom on the left and opened the door.

The moonlight from outside revealed Aunt Millie resting on her bed. Her hands had been neatly folded on top of her breast. When I saw her neck, I crumpled to my knees. Just like the corpse on the football field, there was no blood around her body.

Only the drops on the floor.

As I wept, I promised to find whoever had done this and make him pay.

With his life.

D
RAKE
SAT
on the couch, shivering in my arms as police officers traveled in and out of the destroyed living room. Forensic crews worked in the bedroom while others dusted for fingerprints around the house. They wouldn’t find any.

I wasn’t exactly sure how I knew that, but I did. Every fiber of my being told me that what had been here was a being of immense power, more than capable of covering its tracks from humans.

But from my family and me there was no place to hide.

“So you didn’t see him?” Officer Garrett asked. He and his partner Officer Fitzsimmons had been the first to respond after I called the authorities. When they arrived on the scene, Drake had just learned about his aunt and was in no shape to answer questions. I pointed, and when they entered the bedroom, I heard their call for backup.

Now that backup was here, though, it was time to get some answers.

“No,” I replied. I pulled Drake to me, his tearstained face shoved into my chest. “The lights were off when we came in.”

“And you didn’t turn them on?” Officer Fitzsimmons asked from the front door. He flicked the lights on and off, and they flickered. “They seem to be working.”

“I don’t know what to tell you. Nothing was turning on. Drake tried the lamp over there and the light in the living room.”

The cops exchanged meaningful glances. They couldn’t understand how lights started working all of a sudden. Whatever had been here had obviously used its own magic to mess with the lights, but I couldn’t very well admit that.

“And you knocked him through the wall?” Officer Garrett asked. “You had to touch him. How big was he? Tall like me or rounder like my partner?”

How the hell was I supposed to know? I hadn’t laid one finger on him. It had been my active power, whatever the hell it was, that knocked him on his ass. “I don’t know. I was disoriented.”

“Come on, kid,” Fitzsimmons said. “You’ve got to give us something here. You were in the same room, and you fought. You have to know something.”

“Why are you houndin’ him?” Drake yelled. “You should be out there findin’ out who killed my aunt, not wastin’ time with stupid-ass questions that we don’t have the answers to.”

Officer Garrett was about to respond when a voice stopped him. “Give it a rest, Garrett.”

Both officers turned to stare at the man who stood in the front doorway. It was Charles Proctor. His gaze reflected sincerity and compassion, but his demeanor exuded a strength and confidence that instantly quieted his subordinates.

I would expect nothing else from the head of a white-magic coven.