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

pace. It seemed he was not only touching them but feeling her soft skin and maybe looking at her ass and pussy that surely were more visible with her legs opened wider apart.
    It appeared to Velona his ascent came purposely languidly, so as to excite her more. And it did the trick. She closed her eyes, savoring his every touch as he inched upward. Holding her breath, she waited with anticipation for his hands to reach the apex and see—
    Suddenly, he took his hands away when they were just about to touch her cunt. So close and yet so far.
    Disappointment came over her. Although she would have stopped his curious hands’ roaming when they touched her pussy, she did want to have had him continue to caress her skin and make her tingle with pleasure all over.
    Without another word, he stood up straight and walked toward the door, his gaze fixed on her.
    “Are you going to get Serona now?” she asked, curious to his next move.
    “No, my lady. The sorceress did not want me to disturb her at this time.”
    Fear returned in her mind as she wondered what Serona told him to do next. “Then where are you going?”
    He opened the door and with a mischievous smile responded, “To get something for your sprain, and your cuts need cleaning. Also, I don’t know if you noticed, but you could do with a cleaning yourself, my lady.” He didn’t wait for her response and quickly shut the door behind him.
    She lifted her hand, wanting to throw him against the door in anger at his insult, but remembered she had no powers. Instead she cursed, spun on her good foot, and hopped over to the window. Leaning on the wall beside it, she glanced at her dirty foot and the leg his nimble fingers just rubbed, and had to agree with his assessment.
    Taking a breath, she eagerly waited for his return. Imagining what would happen next made chills of lewd arousal swarm her.

Chapter Four
     
    Where in God’s name is he? Jacob huffed.
    Jacob sat at the table in the abandoned kitchen eating a piece of cheese and dried, old bread, and drinking ale. He had searched the grounds and Merlin’s room, but his brother was nowhere to be seen. After a half hour’s search, his stomach’s growl alerted him that he hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch today. Jacob decided to take a detour to the kitchen to eat something from the wooden storage box of food they had brought, before he became weak.
    Besides, he could always think more clearly and sharply on a full stomach rather than an empty one.
    As he was about to take a second gulp of ale, a, “There you are!” made him jump.
    Ale spilt on his gray tunic. “Bloody hell! Merlin, must you always scare me like that?”
    Merlin stood at the doorway to the room, laughing. “Ah, that was priceless. Now why would I stop surprising you like that? You know I’m always in the mood for a laugh.”
    Jacob sighed, raising his eyebrow while he tried to dry his tunic. “Yes, I know that quite well.”
    Gazing at the large sack Merlin held in his hand, Jacob asked, “What’s in that?”
    “A potion and some other things.” Merlin glanced at the bag as he swayed it back and forth.
    By Merlin’s easy movements, Jacob deduced it wasn’t heavy. “A potion, you say.” Hope dawned in him. Smiling, he asked, “You figured out how to undo Pondora’s curses without giving her her powers back?”
    Merlin averted his stare. “In a way.”
    “Now what do you mean by that? You either created a potion or you haven’t.”
    “I haven’t created a potion, no.”
    “Then what on earth is this potion for?”
    “For Pondora.”
    “Pondora? What will the potion do? Will it put her in a deep sleep so she can’t escape before we can figure out what to do next?”
    “Ah, no.” Merlin swished his lips from side to side then.
    Anger began to rise in Jacob as a nagging fear surfaced. Merlin only played with his lips in that fashion when he was trying to keep the truth from him. “Don’t tell me you were wrong and she actually has