Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge 01 - Spell Bound (28 page)

I’d never wanted to hug my father so hard in my life.

“It’s been a long night, and there’s nothing more that can be done today. We can discuss everything tomorrow,” my father said as he gestured to the front door. “So if you wouldn’t mind….”

Before he could finish his thought, the Stonewalls and the Proctors turned and filed out of the house. When they closed the door behind them, we all let out a collective sigh.

“What the hell just happened?” Drake asked.

My father shook his head. “I’m unsure, but it’s a mystery we’ll solve another day.”

“Damn straight!” Pierce said. “We just kicked vampyre ass and threw those fuckers out of our house. I just
love
being a warlock.”

Thad shook his head and patted Pierce on the back. “I’ll investigate all this tomorrow. There’s got to be a reason why the spell didn’t work. But right now, I need sleep.”

“Amen,” my father said as he and my brothers turned to leave the room. But before he did, he glanced back over his shoulder. “And Drake?”

“Sir?”

“Welcome to the family.”

Drake smiled at my father, but when he looked at me, the smile grew even bigger. He settled into my arms and rested his head against my chest. My father was right. Drake was home, and wherever he was, I was home too.

A
WEEK
later, after we’d buried Aunt Millie, we invited all her friends to our house to celebrate her life. Blackmoor Manor was packed with people who couldn’t say enough good things to Drake about her. They shared stories about his aunt during her youth and how enterprising she had been with her business.

It was a beautiful way to honor the life of a strong, independent woman who had been taken from us much too soon.

The only uninvited guest was Charles Proctor. Even though we knew what had ultimately been responsible for the string of deaths in town, the investigation continued. The case would be unsolved in the eyes of humans, but for us it was closed.

What we still didn’t know was what the vampyre had been after at Aunt Millie’s, and Detective Proctor had figured it out. Something had been taken from her house on the night of her murder. Drake had given the police an inventory of most of his aunt’s prized possessions, and the one item that was missing was the necklace with the green pendant given to her by Gerald Wa.

“That’s bizarre,” my father said. “Wizards don’t normally purchase such extravagant gifts.”

“Perhaps it was a magical charm of protection,” Thad said.

“It could have been,” Detective Proctor admitted. “That could be why the vampyre took it. It might have believed it would somehow give it added protection from us.”

It made sense, but I didn’t buy it. If it was a protective charm, it hadn’t exactly worked for Aunt Millie or the vampyre. “But it didn’t, did it?”

Everyone had to agree.

“I can research charms,” Thad said. “See if I can find something in our Grimoire that might help us make heads or tails of this. I’m also hoping my research will turn up some clues as to why the shadow weaver is after Mason in the first place.”

“Good idea,” Detective Proctor said. “I’ll also have Lawrence go through his Magus. Since Gerald was a wizard, there might be something in his book.”

After that, he left us to finish celebrating Aunt Millie’s life. Although I was supposed to tell Drake what I’d learned, now was not the time. He needed to stay focused on what was truly important, and right now that was only Aunt Millie’s life, not anything having to deal with her death.

I made my way through the crowd, talking to people who praised my family for giving Drake a place to live. It was nothing, I told each and every one. As far as I was concerned, Drake Carpenter would live with me for the rest of our lives.

W
HEN
THE
last guest left the house, it was almost ten. My father and brothers told us to go to bed. They would take care of cleanup. I didn’t argue. We headed upstairs to the bedroom we’d been sharing ever since the first night Drake moved in.

We still hadn’t had sex. Everything was still too new, too raw. But we did enjoy sleeping next to each other. We cuddled and held each other tight, and sleeping with Drake in my arms was far more magical to me than any spell I might whip up.

Drake sat on the edge of the bed and kicked his shoes off with a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

He gave me a small grin before saying, “I’m just sad. I miss her somethin’ awful.”

I walked over and sat next to him, taking his hand in mine. “I know you do. I do too, but it was a beautiful ceremony, and there were so many people saying so many great things.”

His small grin drew into a big smile. “I know. It was great to hear all those wonderful things about her. She was truly loved, even though she was a bit crotchety at times.”

I chuckled. “She could be a bit crabby. I remember this one time when I was like ten or so. Pierce and I went into her store to get some candy, I think. She didn’t really like Pierce, because he’s always been a pain in the ass, and she followed us around that store, watching us like a hawk. Pierce said something shitty to her, and before I knew it, she had him by the ear and tossed him out of her store. It was one of the few times I ever actually heard Pierce cry. He was so embarrassed.”

“That’s priceless,” he said as he undid his pants and shoved them to the floor. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and tossed it in the dirty clothes hamper. As he walked around in his boxer briefs, telling more stories about Aunt Millie, I didn’t hear a word he said. How could I? His perky butt and nice package, proudly displayed in his black briefs, deserved my full attention. “You’re not listenin’, are you?”

His question snapped me out of my lustful thoughts. I’d been imagining Drake sliding his briefs off and bending over the bed, begging me to take him. “Um, yeah. You were talking about Aunt Millie.”

He glared at me. “And what did I say?”

I stammered, “Something about how much you loved her.” It was a complete guess.

“Nice try,” he said as he pushed me back on the bed. He straddled me and pinned my arms to my side.

“Are you going to spank me?”

“You wish,” he said before brushing his lips against mine.

I craned my head forward, trying to drink as many of his sweet kisses as possible. When he pulled away, I groaned.

“I think it’s time.”

I grimaced. That was Drake’s way of telling me it was time to go to sleep. “Okay. Let me just brush my teeth, and I’ll be right back.” I tried to get up, but Drake placed his hand on my chest and gently pushed me back onto the mattress.

“Not for sleep,” he said. “For bed.”

My eyes grew wide, and my cock immediately responded. I’d been doing my best to not bring up sex even though we’d been sharing a bed. The timing wasn’t right. Drake needed to grieve, and the past week had been about Aunt Millie, not my desires. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “I appreciate how patient you’ve been with me. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. You’ve given me the time I needed to work through everythin’. And it’s been a lot. A whole hell of a lot. But Aunt Millie wouldn’t want me to stop livin’. She’d want me to embrace life, to embrace you. And that’s what I intend to do. If you’ll have me.”

Was he kidding? “Of course I will. I’ve wanted you since the first day you pissed me off in the cafeteria.”

He smirked. “I know you have.” He rubbed his hardening cock against my erection. “I’ve felt it, and I feel it really well right now.”

I smirked and rolled over, pinning Drake underneath me. He parted his legs and wrapped them around my waist as our tongues found each other’s mouth. I drank in his candy kisses as I explored the peaks and valleys of his lean muscles and slid my fingers across his smooth flesh.

Drake moaned and nipped at my chin as I licked a fiery trail to his neck. “You have too many clothes on,” he said.

He didn’t need to tell me anything else. I stood and was out of my clothes by the time Drake had slid off his underwear.

“Damn, that was fast,” he said with a smile. “I hope that’s not a sign of things to come.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t respond. His nakedness left me speechless. I followed the lines of his body, from the golden hair that trailed along his upper thigh to the lines of muscle that outlined his legs and biceps. His hard, throbbing cock pulsed amid the nest of golden fur, and his big cum-filled balls rested between his powerful legs. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said. He reached out to me, and I crawled back onto the bed. I hovered above him. Even though I longed to feel his flesh against mine once more, I didn’t want this moment to end. If it lasted until the end of time, I’d be perfectly happy. Perhaps there was a spell for that.

“Come here.” He wrapped his arms around my neck, bringing me down to him, and when our bodies made contact, we both gasped. The pressure of his lean body, hard cock, and muscled legs against me drove me wild. It scared me how much I loved and wanted him. It made me vulnerable in ways warlocks didn’t enjoy. We were about strength and power, but against Drake I had none.

My heart belonged to him, and even though it terrified me, it couldn’t have made me happier.

“Mason, I want you inside me,” he said.

I wanted it too, and even though I understood the mechanics, I’d never done it before. I didn’t want to hurt him. That was why I had to prepare him first.

After delivering long, wet kisses to his soft lips, I nibbled and licked a winding path down his chin to his chest. I ran my tongue in lazy circles around his nipple, flicking across his sensitive flesh until it stiffened. Drake moaned and thrust his hips against me as I tweaked the pebbled flesh with my fingers while enticing the other nipple to attention.

“Holy shit,” he said. “That feels good.”

“Let’s see what you think about this,” I said before nibbling my way down his rippled abs. I followed the ridge of each muscle, which made him whimper and thrash. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me down to where we both wanted me to go.

When I arrived at his hard, throbbing cock, I took it in my hands. His shaft pulsed, and Drake inhaled sharply as I slowly teased the flesh with slow strokes. Drops of precum slid out from the hooded cock slit, and I wiped my tongue across the sweet liquid.

“Fuck!” Drake cried out. He gazed down at me with wild eyes. “That feels good.”

“And you taste good.” I then ran my tongue along the ridge of his fat cockhead. More precum leaked out, and with each pass of my tongue across the opening, Drake shivered and trembled.

“Oh, Mason,” he mumbled.

I took that as a sign I was doing well, and if that was making him happy, what I was going to do next was going to make him fucking ecstatic.

I placed the head of his cock in my mouth and suckled. Drake arched his back, forcing more of his dick inside my hot mouth. I slobbered up and down his shaft, cradling his balls in my hands. He grabbed a handful of my hair and guided me farther onto his prick. His slack jaw and dreamy eyes told me he enjoyed the sensation. I increased suction and pace, bobbing up and down his shaft as he thrust his hips.

When his cock slid into my throat, I gagged.

“Sorry,” he said. A sheepish grin slunk across his face.

I wiped the spittle from my lips and kissed the shaft of his cock and the inside of his thigh. “Don’t apologize. I liked it.”

“Liked it? It’s fuckin’ great.”

“You think so?”

He nodded vigorously.

I lifted his legs to my shoulders and said, “Then tell me what you think about this.” I then parted his white cheeks and gazed at his pink center. I drew small circles around the edges of his hole, and Drake’s head fell back against the mattress. He moaned and drove his ass harder against my finger.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “That feels fuckin’ great too.”

I replaced my finger with my tongue, and Drake inhaled so sharply, I had to look up to make sure he was still breathing. His chest heaved and his legs trembled. He was so lost in the pleasure of my mouth against his ass, he looked like he’d been transported someplace far away, so I continued what I was doing. I licked around his center before piercing his puckered flesh.

“Shit! Oh shit!” he exclaimed, as my tongue wormed farther up his ass. I wiggled it side to side, delighting in the muskiness of his butt as I ground my hips into the mattress. I was so hard, my cock was in danger of tearing a hole in the bedding.

I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with a finger. He immediately tensed.

“Am I hurting you?”

He shook his head. “I just need to get used to it. Your finger’s bigger than your tongue, you know?”

“And my cock is wider than three of my fingers.”

Apprehension briefly crouched in his eyes before he blinked it away. “I know, but I want you inside,” he said. “I love you.”

I drew circles inside his butt with my finger before inserting two. Drake gasped and bit his tongue. The passion in his eyes had turned from a flickering desire to a blazing inferno. “And I love you too.”

I inserted a third finger. After a few minutes, his muscles finally relaxed.

“It’s time,” I told him, to which he nodded eagerly.

“Thank God,” he panted. “I need to feel you in me. On top of me. All over me.”

I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. He eyed the rubber and asked, “Um, you haven’t had sex before, right?”

“No. Why?”

“Well, since I haven’t either, I figure it’s safe without. Well, you know.” An embarrassed smirk slid across his lips as he nodded to the condom.

“Only if you’re sure,” I said.

“I am. For my first time, I just want to feel you. Nothin’ else.”

I put the rubber back in the drawer. “Sounds perfect. So how do you want to do this?”

“I’ve heard it’s easier if I’m on my stomach. That okay?”

“Since I love looking at your ass, I’d say that’s fine with me.”

Drake turned onto his stomach, and I got behind him and between his legs. I squirted a generous amount of lube on my dick and then on his hole.