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  Bugger, Colin thought to himself. He turned his head and cast an imploring gaze at Jillian, who stood and defiantly faced Percy head on.

  “Whore!” Percy spat. He circled her menacingly. “Tell me, my dear. Did you like it when he stuck his cock inside you? Did you enjoy opening your cunt for my brother?”

  Percy licked his lips and smirked cruelly. “You wasted yourself on a mere shifter when you could’ve been the wife of a powerful warlock. Think of the power we could’ve shared.” He lifted his arms in a dramatic arc. “You would’ve been the envy of every woman.”

  “Perhaps I already am,” Jillian responded with a smirk of her own. “Your brother has quite the sexual appetite. Would you like to hear how he made me scream with pleasure?”

  “It is nothing compared to the screams you would’ve given me.”

  “Ah,” Jillian sighed. “But those would have been of pain, my lord, if the rumors I’ve heard of you are true.”

  “Slut!” Percy cried out. He lifted his hand to strike her with a bolt, but Colin was faster. He leapt at Percy and knocked his brother aside. The bolt careened to the center of the room and fizzled out harmlessly.

  Percy got to his feet and brushed his hands together. He gave Colin a mocking smile. “The kitten has claws.”

  Percy would feel the slash of those claws before this fight was over, Colin determined. His tail brushed Jillian’s legs and he hoped she took the hint to move aside. He heard her mumble, but couldn’t decipher the words she spoke. They seemed to be in another language, perhaps ancient Gaelic.

  “So it comes to this?” Percy said with mock disappointment. “Brother pitted against brother?”

  Colin narrowed his eyes, carefully keeping his gaze on Percy. He didn’t put any dirty tricks past his brother. Percy only laughed and motioned him forward. “Here, kitty, kitty.”

  With a roar, Colin leapt forward and slammed into his brother’s chest. His jaws snapped, but Percy jerked away in time to keep Colin’s mouth from closing around his throat. Colin tried again, but Percy continued to elude him. He managed to sink his teeth into Percy’s shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain, but a wounded warlock was doubly dangerous.

  Percy tossed Colin aside and aimed another bolt at his head. Colin ducked, but one ear was singed and he was pretty sure he would have one hell of a headache if he survived this.

  “Colin! Move aside!” Colin sent an incredulous look over his shoulder at Jillian. What the hell was she doing?

  She strode to the center of the room and lifted her palms, face out. Her face contorted with pain as blue bolts flew from her fingertips, aimed directly at Percy. Colin jumped to the side and the bolts slammed into his brother, shoving him against the wall and battering him. Jillian continued to slam bolts of energy into Percy, but Colin could tell she was weakening. He watched until finally Percy fell to the floor. A surgeon was not needed to tell him that his brother was dead. Jillian slipped to the floor in an apparent faint.

  Colin struggled back to his human form and raced to her side. “Jillian!” he cried out as he gathered her into his arms. She was weak, but breathing. He closed his eyes and said a quick prayer of relief. “You dear, crazy fool. What were you thinking?”

  Her eyelids fluttered and her green eyes were dazed. “What happened?”

  “You fainted.” He refused to release her, even though she struggled to a sitting position. “You also killed Percy.”

  Her mouth dropped open as she glanced at the body on the floor. “Oh God, Colin! I’m sorry.”

  “Sweetheart, don’t apologize. If you hadn’t done it, I would’ve had to.”

  A lone tear leaked from the corner of her eye. “So it’s over.”

  “Yes.” Although he hated to look, he glanced at his brother. In death, the evilness of his features was replaced by the calm serenity Colin remembered from childhood. He said another prayer, this time that his brother’s soul would find peace.

  * * * *

  She stood at her window.

  A light mist rose from the woods that encircled her father’s estate. In the distance, the midday sun gleamed on the surface of the stream where she’d first come upon Colin. She smiled at the memory.

  It had been two months since Percy’s death. Their concocted story of him suffering an apoplexy had been accepted without question. It seemed that Colin and Jillian had not been the only ones relieved by his death. Her father had admitted that he’d begun to doubt the wisdom of marrying her off to the evil Earl of Evansdale.

  But this morning, she’d married the Earl anyway.

  A door closed behind her and she turned to greet her new husband.

  Colin, smartly dressed in a blue suit, gave her a crooked, heartwarming smile. “Hello, wife.”

  “Husband.” She extended her hand to him and he lifted it to his mouth to press a lingering kiss to its back.

  “How was your meeting?”

  She’d attended the ritual to commemorate her new status as a married lady. “It was very educational.”

  Colin unbuttoned his jacket and shrugged it off his massive shoulders. “I hope not too educational.”

  She smiled at his uncharacteristic show of jealousy. “Do not worry, dear husband. I have no intention of participating in a mating ritual that doesn’t involve you.” She eyed the skin he revealed as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside. “The Coven blessed our union in other ways.”

  “One day you will have to tell me about it, but right now I have need of my wife.” He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest. His lips swooped down upon hers and she gave herself over to the intoxicating power of his kiss. In the past couple of months, her powers had grown. It was as if she’d absorbed Percy’s powers when she’d destroyed him. But unlike him, Jillian planned to use hers only for good.

  Colin’s nimble fingers unlaced the back of her gown. He plucked the laces free and the bodice gaped. Then he stepped back and his hot gaze slid over her body. “Undress, my dear wife.”

  She did as he commanded; her gown and underclothes disappearing in a flurry. She stood there nude and opened her arms to him. “Now it’s your turn, darling husband.”

  He undid his breeches and pushed them past his hips, revealing his cock, which was already engorged with his need. He kicked his clothing aside, captured her hand, and ruthlessly drew her forward. “There’s no escape, my dear. Tonight you are mine.”

  “Just for tonight?” Her lips twitched with amusement.

  “Every night,” he amended as he swept her into his arms and tossed her upon the bed. She came up on her hands and knees and purred teasingly. He lifted a brow. “Are you a kitten begging for attention?”

  She licked her lips in anticipation. “Yes and I’m looking for a strong male to pet me.”

  He climbed behind her and lightly slapped her bare bottom. “You’ve found one, my dear.”

  She purred again as he entered her from behind. For weeks, they’d engaged in every form of sex imaginable, but there was something intrinsically different about making love as a married couple.

  A witch and a shifter. Who would’ve believed it?

  She smiled to herself as she felt the familiar waves of pleasure sweep over her.

  She lived a charmed life, but there was still one thing she had left to do.

  * * * *

  “All who have been blessed by Aphrodite, rise and greet your partner.”

  Jillian got to her feet and unclasped the single brooch under her breasts that held her sleeveless shift in place. It slithered to her feet in a pile of silk and she kicked it aside. The ceremonial flame in the center of the cave sent shadows dancing on the stone walls as the men came forward. They were nude, their proud manhoods rising from between their legs. Once, she would've looked at every man in turn, but now she only had eyes for her husband. Firelight danced across his strong features and illuminated the thick head of his cock. Members of the Coven came forward and rubbed oil onto the skin of the eight participants
in the ritual. Numerous hands danced across her skin and Jillian moaned with appreciation. A finger insinuated itself between her legs and toyed with the moisture there. Her gaze locked on her husband, who was enduring the same treatment. A woman spread scented oil around his thick shaft. Jillian licked her lips in anticipation.

  Partners had been paired by the Elders prior to the ritual. Jillian was unsure who she would be placed with. She hoped for Colin, but they'd discussed the possibility that there would be others. He'd accepted her warning as it was intended. In fact, they'd even discovered their shared interest in being pleasured by others. With him, she felt that the sexuality she'd repressed so long could be revealed. The Coven practiced sexual freedom and Colin's interest in some of the more risqué practices only increased her own interest.

  Once they were oiled, the Coven retreated. Colin stepped to her and recited the words that she'd taught him in ancient Gaelic. He offered her his body to do with as she wished. She dropped to her knees before him and offered her hands.

  “I am yours, the other half of your soul, connected through the power granted to me by Aphrodite.”

  Colin repeated the words and bound her hands in the ritualistic knot. Unable to wait, she leaned forward and touched her tongue to his cock. He shuddered as she took him into her mouth. Moans echoed around them, but her world shrank until it was just him and her. He was salty, the taste of him almost addictive. His hands tangled in her hair and guided her in the motion he liked best, but before she could bring him to completion, he jerked himself from her mouth and crouched before her. “Why do you close your eyes?” he asked in a gravelly voice. His fingers were still in her hair and he turned her head to the other couples. “You once confessed that you enjoyed watching the rituals. Look at them, Jillian.” He leaned forward and put his lips to her ear. “Watch them as they pleasure their partners.”

  It was a good thing she was kneeling, else she would've embarrassed herself by slipping to the floor on boneless legs. Her husband never failed to surprise her. She cut her eyes to the couple nearest them and watched as the woman straddled her partner and took him to the hilt. She moved rhythmically, the pale globes of her bottom shuddering with every roll of her hips. The man's cock was red and engorged as it thrust in and out of her sex.

  “You enjoy watching, don't you Jillian?” Colin's voice rasped against her inflamed skin. He teasingly pinched her nipple and was rewarded by a strangled groan.

  “Yes.” Her own voice shook with the strength of her lust.

  “I want you to watch them as I pleasure you.” Colin met her gaze squarely. “Make her pleasure your own. Can you do that for me, Jillian?”

  “I'm not sure.”

  Colin pushed her onto her knees and turned her so that she could keep an eye on the couple in front of them. He spread her thighs and entered her from behind, gaining an easy entrance due to the oil and her heightened arousal. He put his hands on her hips and set the pace; at first achingly slow, then faster until they were bucking against each other like wild animals. She liked him best when he was like this, animalistic and out of control. She loved the wildness that lurked just beneath the surface. She bit her lip, but determinedly kept her gaze on the other couple. Their pace was furious as well, the look on the woman's face tight with passion. With a harsh cry, the couple peaked and fell together in a tangled mess.

  Jillian shuddered as waves of pleasure crashed over her. It was intense, this sharing of passion with another couple.

  She'd barely recovered when she felt a tongue brush against the puckered bud of her anus. She turned only to find it was not Colin. He'd been drawn aside by the woman she'd been watching and her previous partner was now the one with his mouth pressed to Jillian’s backside. Her instinctively ingrained morals knew it was wrong to enjoy the touch of a man who was not her husband, but her recently awakened passions sent another bolt of lust through her. Even though she'd just been well pleasured by her husband, she was ready for another bout of sport.

  She glanced again at Colin and the woman who'd put the head of his cock inside her mouth and was sucking energetically. Colin caught her eyes and she saw the way he struggled with his passions. “It is fine, husband,” she mouthed to him. “Enjoy yourself.”

  Colin nodded to signal that he understood, and then dropped his gaze to the man behind her. A particularly long swipe of the man’s tongue against her anus made her fall forward and bury her face on her arms. God, it felt good! She bucked against him, moisture flowing from her swollen pussy lips and lending to the lubrication he'd begun with his saliva. His tongue pierced her puckered folds and she gave another cry. It was too much. She was going to embarrass herself by screaming for him to end this torture. Instead, she did nothing of the sort. She lay there and let him continue to fuck her with his tongue in a place she'd never dreamed a tongue would be. What was it like? How did she taste?

  A hard cock appeared in front of her face. She lifted her gaze to the man in front of her. He was an Elder and his hand idly stroked his member as he watched Jillian and the man behind her. “Do you like the Rituals, Jillian?”

  Her breathed hitched. “Yes. Very much so.”

  “Your husband seems to enjoy it as well.”

  Jillian turned to gaze at Colin, who was still being sucked by the same woman. “Yes, he does.”

  The Elder nodded with satisfaction. “I am glad that you've joined us.”

  It was as close to a compliment as the Elder would ever give. Jillian smiled with satisfaction. She'd as good as sealed her fate with the Coven. Once blessed by an Elder, it would take breaking a major rule to be tossed out.

  The tongue retreated, then she felt the blunt head of something much larger pressing into her tight hole. She cried out, this time in pain, yet she didn't stop the intrusion. Her tender skin stretched to allow his entrance.

  “Relax, my dear. It will get easier,” an unfamiliar voice spoke in her ear.

  She nodded and took a deep breath. The cheeks of her bottom loosened their instinctive clench and he eased forward a few more inches.

  “Better?”

  It still hurt. She made a face as he moved again. “Not much.”

  “You fool. She needs more stimulation.”

  Jillian's eyes jerked upwards. Colin stood before her, his cock wet with another's woman's saliva, yet still erect. He got on his knees before her and tenderly kissed her forehead.

  “Do you want to continue, Jillian?”

  “Yes.” It may hurt, but she was determined to see this through.

  Colin nodded, his glittering gaze locked on her face. “Rise up.”

  The man behind her helped her to balance on her knees.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She loved it when her husband was commanding. She did as he asked, her lap precariously balanced on the legs of the other man. His cock was still deep inside her anus, pulsing and waiting to begin again.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Her fingers moved between her legs. They slipped easily through the dampness to locate her clit.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Mmm,” she murmured.

  Colin nodded at the man behind her. “Now you may continue.”

  The man pushed forward and she cried out. This time, it was a sound of pleasure.

  Colin's hands tangled with hers, his fingers unerringly joining her at her clit. He leaned forward and kissed her. “Would you like me to fuck you, Jillian, while he takes you from behind?”

  Hers eyes fluttered with pleasure. “Yes. Oh dear Lord, yes!”

  Colin straddled the lower end of the man’s legs and took his cock in one hand to poise it at her entrance. He entered as the man behind her retreated. Then began an erotic dance. With every thrust and retreat of one man's cock, the other's parry would begin. There wasn't a time when she wasn't filled with a pulsing length of manhood. She should've felt ripped apart. Instead, she felt like a goddess. She had two men enslaved to her passion.

  “Colin.�
�� She waited for her husband's eyes to meet hers. “I want you to kiss him.”

  He didn't hesitate. He leaned over her shoulder as she turned her head to watch his tongue duel with the man behind her. It was arousing watching as the two men exchanged a passionate kiss. Their movements increased to simulate the movements of their tongues.

  Jillian's hips bucked, and then she bit into Colin's shoulder as she exploded. The man behind her was the first to come. His seed spurted deep inside her. She slumped against her husband as the other man’s cock slipped from her anus. Warm semen dripped from her aching hole to the place Colin still occupied.

  Colin groaned, and then poured himself into her. Jillian bucked against him once last time, then gave him a wicked smile of her own as she moved aside so the other man could get up. “So, husband, how do you find the rituals?”

  His cock gave a twitch inside her as he playfully swatted her rump. “I think, dear wife, that you have successfully convinced me to join the Coven. How often do the mating rituals take place?”

  “Once a month. Think you can handle it?” She leaned back and spread her legs so that he could feast on the sight of her damp sex.

  He fell upon her and kissed her roughly. “I'm going to enjoy every minute of it.”

  She put her lashed hands around the neck of her husband and repeated the words the Coven had taught her. Words of wisdom and experience, but most importantly…words of love.

  The End

  About the Author:

  Robin credits her grandmother with first introducing her to the world of romantic fiction. She grew up reading her grandmother's dog-eared Barbara Cartland novels and Harlequins, all the while dreaming of the day her sultan/prince/knight would rescue her from the doldrums of day to day living. Since then, Robin has learned that there is still more fun to be had in a book than real life, so she turned her hobby into something a bit more productive and began writing her own happily ever afters.

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