Healing Hartley

Excerpt from: Healing Hartley

Hartley woke from her restless sleep with a renewed sense of self. Today she would carry out the plan she'd spent a year readying for. A plan to once and for all put an end to the power he had held over her for far too long.

Delicious heat radiated from the two bodies sidled up close on either side of her. Their breath warm and slow against her shoulders, cocks nestled in soft erections against her thighs. Mornings had become interesting since she found herself in their home. Near death, she'd reached out with her mind, hoping someone, anyone, would hear. And they had. Two male witches with the power to shape-shift at will. They'd answered her call and spirited her away on their black raven wings, rescuing her from the man who had betrayed her.

She looked to her right where Raithe lay, his face set in a peaceful repose. A faint shadow of stubble bordered his full, pale lips. Long, black hair draped across his cheek and came to a tangled mass along his muscular chest and shoulder. He'd established himself in the beginning as her fierce protector and loyal seducer. Insisted that he would save himself only for her and be at her beckon call. His powers sent her to new heights that allowed her to experience both a body and mind fuck that kept her senses ablaze around him.

Raithe's intuitive gift helped her stay grounded at the right times, but he knew when she craved escape.

A deep sigh emitted from his throat, and he rested his hand on her belly. In that instant, her body awakened with desire. Her mouth twitched at the thought of running her tongue along his rich, tawny skin. The handsome beast looked even more appetising this morning. But it wasn't just one man who made her body burn. Hartley switched her gaze to Faramir and noticed the wicked smile fixed on his lips, no doubt the result of a racy dream. It was a rare moment when sex didn't occupy his mind. She watched him sleep and let her gaze travel along his high cheekbones, mocha-coloured skin, smooth chest and well-defined arms. His aura exuded a potent sexuality. He was a machine with a libido that didn't stop. Not that she ever complained. A woman would be a fool to find fault with being sandwiched between two very giving and doting lovers.

Hartley rested her head comfortably on the pillow and stared at the ceiling, willing them to wake up. With their hands on her body, she couldn't think straight, and she had a big day planned. They'd somehow, unknowingly, charged her very core with electricity and made her want sex like she would die if she didn't have it soon. Impatience gnawed at her. For now, she'd have to wait, captive between the two men who'd taught her how to unleash her inner witch, reclaim her natural gifts and restore her trust in love.

Raithe stirred and pulled into her, the tip of his cock harder than it had been moments ago. "I sense a change in the air," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating through her.

"Today is the day," she stated with absolute certainty.

Faramir woke, too, and smoothed his hand along her arm. "Are you nervous, love?"

She sighed. "I'd be lying if I said no."

"Just know that you are at your strongest," Raithe soothed. "You've worked hard to get where you are. You're one step closer to being truly healed."

She nodded, his words empowering her. "Yes, but without your guidance and support, I'd be lost. I'm lucky to have you both in my life."

Raithe propped up on his elbow, his hair splaying along his chest. "Remember, should you need us, we'll be there. All you have to do is call."