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An Excerpt From: Pentacles of Magick: The Bonding

Copyright © Eliza Gayle, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Phaze

Rena woke with a start. Her eyes darted around as she tried to figure out what happened and where she was. She couldn't remember where she'd last been. Looking to her right, her eyes fixated on a bureau with some books and papers stacked on top of it. As she continued to take in her surroundings her thoughts focused, and she remembered she had come to visit Graelen Scott to tell him what she'd found. The memory of his anger over her information rushed through her as she recalled his fury and distrust transferring to her when he touched her arm. The intensity arching between them in that moment frightened her.

Lifting her head, she swung her gaze in the opposite direction to realize she was lying in a bed and she wasn't alone. Without looking at his face, she instantly knew that Graelen lay beside her. She'd recognize his aura anywhere from now on. His slacks molded to his lean, muscular legs and cupped an impressive package, considering his relaxed state.

Wouldn't I like to know what he's dreaming about? She laughed at the incredulous thought. She barely knew this man yet she was wondering about his sexual dreams. She gingerly touched the soft tips of her fingers to her forehead searching for a sore spot. Did I hit my head when I fainted?

Her gaze continued its path across his flat and likely rock hard abs, barely disguised under the thin cotton of his shirt. But what really caught her eyes were his well-toned pecs. She'd always admired men with well-toned torsos and ached to see what his would feel like under the pads of her fingertips. She didn't think one touch would hurt anything. Who would know?


She eased her hand towards his chest, hovering just above his cloth covered flesh. Just as she was about to land her palm on his body, his hand snaked out and grasped her by the wrist, stopping her in mid motion.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he snarled. "I bite."

She jerked her arm, attempting to free it as her heart stammered. Adrenalin and fear rushed through her veins from the shock of being caught in the act. His quick reflexes and masculine grasp held her tight, leaving her speechless and gasping for breath.

"I'm—I'm sorry. I didn't know you were awake."

"Rena, you don't have to look at me like that. I wasn't really planning to bite you. At least, not so you wouldn't like it."

She must have looked like a frightened deer caught in the headlights. She turned her head and attempted to regain her composure. His hand loosened and his thumb caressed the sensitive skin of the inside of her wrist. Lust shot through her body in a direct line to her sex, heating her blood.

Rena's head spun when his lips replaced his fingers and trailed hot kisses along her arm. She barely knew this man, yet his touch scorched her soul. His controlled passion beat at her emotional barriers and she wanted nothing more than to lose herself in his arms.

"Rena, look at me." She turned to meet his gaze, searching his emerald eyes for guidance. "Do you still want to touch me?"

She nodded. Boy, did she. Since she'd first looked into his eyes she'd had a hard time focusing on her job. Wrong or right, she yearned to touch this man.

"Do it." He released her arm and lay back down on the bed.

She spied his enormous erection, barely contained inside his trousers, and itched to touch it. But first she wanted to continue what she'd started earlier. Her hand trembled as she reached for him, gently resting her palm on his rock hard abs.

Graelen sighed. "Mmm…"

When his fingers came up to stroke down her cheek, she leaned into his hand, inhaling the scent of his skin. Warm, masculine spice. Her heart leapt when he touched her lips with a soft, gentle caress. She looked up to find him staring at her, bold need and desire blazing in his eyes, startling her.

Oh God, that look. It drew her like a magnet. He pushed forward, bringing his lips so close. The warmth of his breath moved across her skin, tickling her.

"I'm going to kiss you now. Are you ready?"

 


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