Page 20 of Elemental Love
Evrain grabbed a handful of Dominic’s hair, holding him in place. He waited to see if Dominic fought against the hold, but he didn’t. There was no resistance. Evrain jerked his hips, fucking Dominic’s willing mouth. Dominic submitted totally, allowing Evrain control. On the edge of orgasm, Evrain loosened his grip on Dominic’s hair, giving him a chance to pull away.
“Close.” The word came out as a hiss. Dominic sucked harder, taking Evrain’s shaft deep into his throat. Evrain came hard, muscles trembling. Dominic swallowed every drop, then licked Evrain’s shaft clean before letting it slip from his lips. For a few moments, the only sound was their heavy breathing.
Dominic was the first to move. He pushed open the door, flooding the storage container with light. Evrain blinked as the brightness temporarily blinded him. He spotted a rag and cleaned off his hands before yanking up his pants. Dominic quickly adjusted his clothing too. He picked up a couple of trays of plants and without a word headed back toward the diner.
Smug didn’t begin to describe how Evrain felt. He hefted a couple of trays of seedlings and set off after Dominic. Fabric rubbed his oversensitized cock with every step. At the front of the diner there was no sign of Dominic. Evrain perched on the wall and waited. He didn’t want to carry on working and get things wrong. After a couple of minutes, Dominic appeared from inside the diner, clutching a couple of bottles of Gatorade. He thrust one into Evrain’s hand without a word. He didn’t make eye contact and his cheeks were glowing scarlet. Evrain took the drink. He didn’t need to push. He had Dominic well and truly in his clutches. There was nowhere for Dominic to run or hide. Evrain was content to take his time. Other opportunities like today would present themselves. The thrill of the hunt coursed through his veins. Sooner or later, Dominic would realize that resistance was futile. Evrain knew, deep down, that they were meant to be together.
Is this what love at first sight feels like?He watched Dominic’s Adam’s apple bob and he chugged down his drink.Every bit of him turns me on, yet I don’t know him, not really.Dominic wiped his mouth with the back of his hand—his lips were puffy, kiss-swollen. He gave Evrain a shy smile. Not wanting to spoil the moment, Evrain just smiled back.
Chapter seven
Agatha poured herself a small sherry in celebration. She gave the glass of amber liquid a critical glance and added a bit more.Better.Her plans for Evrain were beginning to come together and that was worthy of a drink or two. Since she had engineered a meeting between Evrain and Dominic, the two young men had become a little closer. Of course, that was inevitable. She had never seen two auras more compatible. The only couple she knew that came near were Gregory and Coryn. She suspected that Evrain would like to move faster, much faster, but for once he was managing to temper his impatience and give Dominic the time and space he needed. Agatha had no doubt that Dominic was interested. Whenever he and Evrain crossed paths, the air crackled with the sparks of attraction.
She had watched with interest and pleasure as Dominic had progressed from complete avoidance to tentative conversation and shy smiles. It was fascinating. Something had triggered the change. Aggie suspected it had something to do with herpot of balm and the manner of its delivery, but when she had questioned Evrain about it he’d clammed up and just given her an enigmatic smile.More mysterious than the Mona Lisa, damn it. I want details!
A side effect of the burgeoning relationship between Evrain and Dominic was that Evrain visited Hornbeam Cottage more and more. Agatha was under no illusions about the reason for his visits. It certainly wasn’t to see her and subject himself to more loving abuse as she attempted to imbue in him the discipline he needed to control his powers. If Dominic was around, even out in the garden, Evrain’s lessons went well. If he was absent, Agatha kept a fire extinguisher to hand. She wished that Gregory could visit more. Evrain really needed the guidance of another elemental warlock. She did her best but she was a poor substitute for someone who lived and breathed the power as Gregory did, but Gregory had his own life to lead and it was at the other end of the country.
The evening air was chilly and damp. Agatha tossed another log on the fire and settled in her favorite armchair with a book, her tipple on a side table within easy reach. She pulled a blanket fashioned from squares of multicolored wool across her lap. It wasn’t one of the evenings for the shows she was addicted to, so the television remained off. She had no need of constant background chatter. She’d just opened the thriller she was reading to her marked page when the phone rang. She gave a heavy sigh, grumbling as she picked up the receiver.
“Yes, who is it?”
“Aggie, it’s Gregory.”
“Good grief. Were your ears burning? I was just thinking about you.”
“All good thoughts, I hope,” Gregory said. He sounded more subdued than usual.
“Not all.” She chuckled. “When are you heading northward next? Evrain needs you.”
“I talk to him almost every day, Aggie, give me a break. The boy does not need me hanging round his neck. He has to feel his own way, make a few mistakes. Blister his fingertips a few times. It’s all part of the learning process.”
“He’s more likely to burn down half the state than singe an eyebrow, Gregory,” Aggie snapped. “Or maybe flood downtown Portland. Did you know there have been reports on the news about waterspouts appearing on the river there? Was it wise to house him so close to the water?”
“Water spouts are a naturally occurring phenomenon. As are forest fires,” Gregory said dryly. “If he creates a hurricane by mistake, or opens the San Andreas Fault line, give me a call.” He paused. “That’s not why I’m calling.”
“That sounds ominous,” Aggie said. “Is Coryn okay?”
“He’s fine. He sends his love. Look, Aggie, I’ll get to the point. Have you looked at your own aura recently?”
Aggie frowned. “No. I avoid that whenever possible, you know that. I keep an eye on Evrain’s. He’s in love so it’s all glitter and pink sparkles at the moment.”
“Love? With Dominic?”
“Of course. He might not realize it yet, but it’s there. Plain as the nose on my face.”
“That’s fantastic news, you cunning old biddy. You should set up a matchmaking service.”
Aggie preened even though Gregory couldn’t see her. “I know, Dominic has such a calm center, he’s perfect for Evrain. But what does my aura have to do with anything?”
“I don’t want to worry you, but I’ve been hearing a few unpleasant rumors on the grapevine. Make sure your wards are up to date.”
“That might warn me about magical interference, Gregory, but it won’t do me any good if something more malevolent is heading my way. My charms are no defense against the kind of power Symeon could bring to bear if he chose. What have you heard?”
“A lot of gossip about Evrain. He’s famous in certain circles—the covens in particular. I think Symeon Malus has been engaged in some kind of campaign. He’s spreading rumors about how powerful, and how dangerous, Evrain is. He’s creating enemies for Evrain, sowing the seeds of discord.”
“Bah,” Aggie scoffed. “Witches love a scandal. So long as Evrain doesn’t start throwing his weight around, he’ll soon become yesterday’s news. I still don’t get what this has to do with me.”
Gregory sighed. “The easiest way to weaken an untrained warlock is to remove his safety nets. Those are you, me and now Dominic. I’m not in much danger. It will be a cold day in hell when Symeon gets the better of me.”
