Conjured Lovers

“Hazel, look.” His excited voice had her dragging her heavy lidded eyes open, despite the pang of disappointment as Nika slowly, reluctantly pulled away. They all stared at her open hand, and Hazel barely contained the squeal of excitement. There, right in the middle, sat a small, dancing violet flame. There was no heat that she could feel coming off it as it licked across her skin, but as her excitement got the better of her it flickered out, her concentration lost.

“Oh my. Oh my, I did it! I really did it!” She threw her arms around Nika, instantly aware of the enormous, rock hard erection pressing against the soft parts of her. Instinctively, she ground herself against him, the fire he’d ignited still rushing through her blood like an inferno.

Sudden hands on her hips had her turning in his arms to find Jayce staring down at her with hard, golden hued eyes. “My turn.” He growled a second before his mouth impacted with hers.

This time there was no gentle pressure, no sweet exploration. It was just raw, hungry, and left no room for thoughts of anything else as he consumed her. Nika pressed harder into her back, his hips hard on her own as his hands roamed over every bit of her he could reach.

Jayce growled into her mouth, instructing her to feel the heat, to feel the fire, but with both men surrounding her, there was nothing else she could possibly do. All they had to do was be in the same room together for her to go up in flames, but with their bodies pressed tight against her own, Jayce’s mouth and Nika’s hands turning her into jelly in between them, she had no other choice.

A whooshing sound followed by a sudden crackle had them jumping apart, staring wide up into the sky as the violet fireball the size of a small pick up truck disappeared into the clouds.

“Whoops.” She whispered hoarsely after a long moment of silence, sharing a wondering, and slightly abashed, look with both of the men.

“Maybe we should go back to the house, before we set the entire forest on fire.” Nika said softly, and they all nodded in agreement, each still wrestling with the after effects as they slowly made their way back in silence.

Chapter 13

After they had reached the house, Hazel had dashed off to her room, mumbling something about headaches and naps, but he had seen the look in her eye. Embarrassed, bashful. Jayce gladly would have taken the time to show her there was nothing to be shy or embarrassed about, but she had ducked away before he could think of the right thing to say.

It didn’t help at all that he could still see her thoughts, and her thoughts were most definitely not shy at all. In fact, some of the images that had flashed through that mind of hers even had him blushing a little. The little minx.

Jayce grinned to himself, but it slowly faded as he looked at Nika, who was walking, his expression thoughtful, just behind him. They didn’t need to speak of what had happened out in glade earlier to know how special it was, how rare that type of connection was.

But there was something threatening that, threatening them all, especially Hazel. She had mentioned her grandmother’s notes detailing Eidolon’s rise to power, and also the fact that the dark spirit would only live until the next harvest moon unless he could find a way to kill the deliverer, kill Hazel.

The thought alone had Jayce’s stomach turning, knots forming as the desire, the need, to keep her safe superseded all else, even that of self preservation. Because there was a real threat that the two dragon warriors wouldn’t survive past it either.

They entered the old witch’s study, intent on finding answers of their own. It didn’t take them long to find the scribbled stack of yellowed pages, laying on the floor where Hazel had left them. Nika picked up the pile, quickly scanning the writing, his normally pale face turning even whiter as he read the words. Without speaking, he handed them to Jayce, his own heart beating faster as his golden eyes swept over the handwritten notes.

The two men shared a long, silent look, still not saying anything. But they didn’t need to. They both knew they would do anything to keep Hazel safe, even if it meant giving up their own lives at the time of the next harvest moon. Jayce read the words again, hoping he had missed something, read something wrong.