To Catch a Witch [Spells of Seduction 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Free

he was working on the other spells to remove her powers and to bring her here. Merlin lied to Jacob, saying that he was close to finding the solution and that he was working hard at it. Part of his statement was true, the part of working hard on it. But he was no closer now to finding a way around their dilemma without giving her her powers first. And to do that would bring them back to where they started. Correction, it would bring them ten steps back, for she would be powerful enough to unleash a lethal attack on them and vanquish them forever.
    As he placed his foot on the last step on the top of the stairwell, inspiration dawned on him. To find a way around the dilemma, they needed to first get close to her. If they could get to know her better, understand how she thought, uncover her secrets in magic and her weaknesses, then he could find the solution to their problem. It may take time, but sooner or later, the solution would come to him and the Sorceress Pondora would be the one serving the answer to him whether she knew it or not.
    Taking a deep breath, he drew forth his sword and slowly pushed down the lever to open the wooden door to the tower. It was time to meet their enemy face-to-face.
    Right before he began to push open the door, he mumbled a spell to make its hinges move in silence. He knew the door, just like the tower, had seen years of neglect, and the moment its hinges began to move, squeaks and crackling noises would rebound in the room and alert her of his arrival.
    He wanted to make his entrance a surprise. He preferred it actually. As quietly as possible, he slowly opened the door. What he saw then made his jaw fall open in awe—the most beautiful and firm buttocks he had ever seen welcomed his entry. It was stained with dirt and pink, obviously due to friction of some sort, but it was perfect.
    As his eyes drew upward then, he saw glistening, long black hair dancing with the breeze coming from the tower’s window. His breath caught in his throat as the outline of an alluring, voluptuous body could be seen through the sun’s rays beaming onto the woven tunic. His cock sprang to attention at the arousing sight. Unable to move, he stood there staring, ogling the view.
    Just at that moment, she turned around and sharp, deep blue eyes stared in shock and fright at him. Then the veil finally fell from Merlin’s mind as things became perfectly clear. Pondora was no ugly hag like he had envisioned. No, she was the most stunning, beautiful enchantress that ever lived.
    A smile spread on his face at the revelation. He needed to learn more about her, find her Achilles’ heel so that he and Jacob could use it against her and keep her under control when they returned her powers to her.
    But in the meanwhile, why couldn’t he have some fun? Playing and hopefully making love with the devil never looked so enticing to Merlin as it did right now.
    Licking his lips, he sighed in desire. Let the games begin.
     
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    A gasp escaped her lips. Then she limped back up against the cold limestone wall behind her.
    Lowering his sword, the tall, handsome, blond-haired stranger smiled at her. “Don’t be afraid.”
    She swallowed to loosen the lump in her throat before she spoke. “Who are you?”
    “My name is Merlin, my lady.” He bowed, never breaking his fixed stare.
    Through narrow eyes, she said, “Merlin.” Rolling the name on her tongue, she liked the sound of it.
    She couldn’t help staring at him. He was the epitome of godliness. His gorgeous hazel eyes and handsome face were perfect. And his muscular body shown in his tight-fitting linen tunic had her gawking. His loose-fitting woven tights traced his lower extremities. From his roaming gaze over her body and his cock’s reaction, obvious from the bulge in his tights, he was definitely excited to see her.
    She knew the feeling, for she felt a powerful attraction to him, too. Both a sexual attraction and something else she couldn’t identify. No