Soul Mates Cry: Witching Call Part 3 by Sandra Ross Page A

to him thus far, and he had no doubt that she would be even more useful to him during what was to come. There was no need to let her know that she would never be part of any ruling body. Most likely, he would not kill her. She was very easily manipulated and could serve him in other ways. 
    But for now, he needed her to believe that she would have everything she wanted, including the ruling warlock. 
    "My sweet, loyal Adair," he said as he continued stroking her face. "You shall have everything that you deserve when the time is right." 
    Adair smiled slyly. She was much more confident now that she would have Marcus when the dust had finally settled in the magical world. 
    It would not be very long now until she took her rightful place as the ruling queen beside her king. 

Chapter Two
    LOLA AWOKE SUDDENLY and reached over beside her to find that Marcus was not in bed. 
    Sitting up, she looked around the room and saw him sitting on the sofa in front of the fire. She got up from the bed and drew a silk robe around her body. Padding softly over to her husband, she draped her arms around him from behind and kissed his neck. 
    He moved his head so that it nuzzled her. 
    "Can't sleep, love?" she asked. 
    "I had a rather odd dream," he replied. 
    "Do you feel like telling me what it was?" 
    "It's not something that I can really describe. It was more of a darkness, a feeling, more than anything else. There was something or someone. I can't describe it as anything more than a presence. But it felt bad." 
    "Well, I can certainly see why it woke you up," Lola replied as Marcus reached up and pulled her over his shoulder and into his lap. She snuggled against him, laying her head on his chest. His heart was thudding heavily, which was a sure sign that he was still disturbed by the dream. 
    Worried, she looked up at his handsome face. "Do you feel it has anything to do with what The Council said?" she asked him. 
    "I'm not sure, but it definitely could be," he replied. "I've never dreamed anything quite that odd before. The last dream that felt this real was when I dreamed of you before you appeared on my doorstep. But that one was always a wonderful dream and woke me up for different reasons." 
    She laughed that throaty wicked laugh that he so loved. It never failed to send a thrill of desire through his body when she did that. The sound was a promise of the delightful things to come. 
    He instantly forgot about his worries and he concentrated on his wife.
    Leaning his head down toward hers, he captured her lips in a light kiss that deepened into something much more very quickly. 
    He slipped a hand beneath her robe and cupped her bare breast, his thumb teasing her nipple. This action was rewarded by Lola's quickened breathing, and a sigh of desire escaped her throat. He loved that he could excite her so easily. Of course, she had the same effect on him. Every time with Lola was like the first time. The excitement, passion and thrill were all just as strong as back in Louisiana. 
    Sliding her off of his lap, he laid her back on the sofa and parted her robe. 
    Kissing his way down her body, he came to rest at her pleasure center right between her upper thighs. Marcus knew exactly where to touch her and he used his tongue in an expert manner. 
    Within seconds, she was crying out and soaking his face with evidence of her ecstasy. 
    Still in the midst of her passion, Lola climbed onto Marcus's lap and exposed his very hard, excited cock. She wasted no time in impaling herself on his pleasure tool, riding him wildly like a stallion. As she felt his spasms of ecstasy begin, she threw her head back, laughing wickedly. 
    He exploded and shot his seed deeply into her as she fastened her mouth onto his and kissed him.

Chapter Three
    "WOW," she said as she was catching her breath. "That was unexpected!" 
    "When it starts to be expected is when we have problems," he replied as he nuzzled her neck. There was a sheen of thin