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  CELTIC LOVE KNOTS VOLUME 1:

  MORGAN'S MAGICK & THROUGH THE VEIL

  by

  Michelle Hasker & Tina Bendoni

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  2007 by Michelle Hasker & Tina Bendoni

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  ISBN 978-1-59374-853-1

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  Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston

  Editor: Chere Gruver

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  Dedication

  From Author Michelle Hasker:

  To Tina Bendoni, my partner in crime and inspiration for the story.

  From Author Tina Bendoni:

  To Michelle Hasker:

  Partner in crime and the best CP around.

  MORGAN'S MAGICK

  by

  Michelle Hasker

  "This love potion must be given to your brother as soon as possible if you want it to be the most effective. And remember, this will only help him be receptive to true love; it won't make him fall in love with anyone.” Morgan Engles capped the vial and handed it to her best customer.

  "Okay, great, Morgan. I really appreciate this.” Sheila Thompson smiled and cradled the container in her palms.

  "Just remember, the next time you ask me for a favor, ‘And it harm none.’ Okay? Making your brother love someone specific would be very wrong."

  "Thanks again, Morgan. I wish you would reconsider training me in the ways of Wicca."

  "Sorry, Sheila. I just don't have time right now. Read those books you bought last month and then come back and talk to me after you've learned the Rede."

  "Thanks!” Sheila called out as she headed for the door.

  Morgan shook her head but smiled. Sheila might not be her favorite customer, and she always left Morgan sighing in relief, but she was probably her best advertisement. Sheila referred everyone to Morgan's Magickal Shoppe. She worried that one day Sheila would wear her down enough to actually give her lessons in magick. The door jingled and Morgan looked up with a wary smile. Was Sheila back already?

  Her eyes met six solid feet of muscle encased in black. A T-shirt and skintight jeans showed off his well-toned body. Morgan felt the telltale fluttering in her stomach. Jack Quinn always managed to get under her skin, and she was still trying to find a way to get him out. Fighting her feelings didn't work. Perhaps giving in to them was the best solution. Besides, he acted as if he'd be more than willing to share his bed with her.

  "Oh, hello, Jack. What have you got for me today?” she asked, ignoring the breathless voice that must be hers as she met his gaze with hers.

  "Good evening, gorgeous. I've brought the usual, and a few new things I've made."

  "New?” Morgan cleared space on her counter so Jack could show her. She knew her excitement showed on her face, but he made specialty items they both earned a nice profit on. He wasn't too bad on the eyes either. Allowing Jack to sell his products in her store was one of the smartest things she'd done.

  As he spread several wands in front of her, Morgan wondered if today was the day she should act on the attraction she felt simmering between them.

  "I know how well my wands have been selling, so I crafted a few new ones. I also have some new paintings for you. With Samhain around the corner, I'm sure we'll sell a lot of wands and candles, and customers will be tempted to buy other items as well."

  "At this rate, I'll have to start thinking about asking you to come into the business as a partner."

  "And what kind of partner would I be? I'm sure the fringe benefits alone would be temptation enough,” he said with a wink.

  Morgan reached for the nearest wand. His comment sent such naughty thoughts through her mind that she felt her panties grow damp. Her hand brushed against his and a tremor rushed through her body setting her nerve endings on edge. The intoxicating scent of warm male and sandalwood caused a sensation of butterflies flitting around in her stomach as she fought to hide her desire.

  Her hand shook as she lifted the wand and studied it. Jack wrapped his hands around hers and moved them in a circle, as if casting a spell. Jack leaned down. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Bibbity bobbity boo."

  Morgan laughed and took a step back, trying to put some space between them in the hope she could get her lust under control.

  "So what do you think of my merchandise?"

  Morgan glanced at the bulge in his jeans and knew he would be plenty to handle.

  "Morgan?"

  "Hmm?” She glanced up at him and blushed when she realized he knew what she'd been looking at.

  "What do you think of my wand?"

  "Your ... ah ... wand...” she stuttered.

  "You're still holding it, so I guess you like it."

  She coughed and cleared her throat. “Ah, yes. Your wand. It's more than satisfactory. I'm sure they all will sell even faster than the last ones. I do think you're getting better. If that's possible."

  "Oh yes, it's possible. Practice makes perfect, you know."

  Morgan flushed. Any more talk of this kind and she'd throw herself at him and probably scare him away permanently.

  "Would you like to have dinner tonight?” Jack asked as she gathered up his wands and put them in a display case he'd made for her.

  "Dinner?” Her head whipped around so fast, pain seared her neck. Morgan groaned and rubbed the sensitive area. She probably gave herself whiplash.

  Jack's warm hands caressed the back of her neck before she could protest, and once he put his hands on her she didn't want to.

  "Ohh, mmmm,” she moaned her pleasure as he worked magic with those skillful fingers.

  "You like this?” His voice sounded huskier than usual.

  She sighed and leaned back into the massage. “Yes. You have some very talented hands."

  "So what about dinner?” he asked as his hands moved to the tops of her shoulders.

  "Dinner?” she echoed. Why was he asking her out to dinner?

  "Dinner and a discussion of this partnership."

  Morgan heard the desire in his deep voice. Now to test that she wasn't mistaken. She shifted her body so her backside brushed against him. As she rubbed against his hard shaft, Jack gasped. He pushed against her, then must have caught himself, because he released her so fast, she stumbled.

  "Jack,” Morgan said as she turned around to smile at him.

  "Yes?” he asked as he to
ok a step back.

  Morgan let her gaze drift down his body and then focused on his obvious erection. “What kind of partnership did you have in mind?"

  "With you? Any.” He groaned and slapped his forehead with his hand. “I mean, we can discuss that over dinner. I mean, unless you want strictly a working relationship—"

  "Jack?” she interrupted.

  "What?"

  "Shut up and kiss me,” Morgan growled. She grabbed his shirt and tugged him closer as Jack leaned down. Their mouths met in a fierce and fiery kiss that left her panting when he finally pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

  "I think we need to try that again,” Jake said between panting breaths.

  "Okay.” Morgan grinned and lifted her face to his.

  Jack nipped at her lips before sucking the lower one into his mouth. One hand reached around the back of her neck, cradling it while the other burned against her waist. He kissed her like a man long starved, but she sensed he was holding back. Morgan wondered what he would be like if she made him lose that control.

  Her hands slid around his broad shoulders and tugged him closer as she lifted her lower body up into his. Her already damp underwear became saturated as she ground her aching body against his. Morgan knew if he wanted to, he could slide his hand under her skirt and she wouldn't breathe a word of complaint. Especially not if he fulfilled the fantasies she'd had of him lately.

  After a minute, Jack broke the kiss. “Damn, Morgan. You're even hotter than I imagined."

  "So are you,” she purred, running her hands over his chest. She tugged at his T-shirt and lifted it so she could sneak her hands under the cotton and feel him without the thin barrier. His skin was hot and damp. She wondered if she was the cause of his condition, then grinned because she knew she was. He desired her as badly as she did him.

  Jack's hands settled on her waist. “Let me pleasure you?"

  "Only if you let me pleasure you too,” she whispered as her fingers slid beneath his waistband.

  "You first.” He grinned as he lifted her up and sat her on top of the counter. He slid the thin fabric of her skirt up and bunched it at her waist. Morgan gasped as he cupped her mound. “You smell so good, Morgan. And you're so hot and wet."

  When he held his hand there, she moaned and thrust against him, hoping he'd get the hint and give her some blessed relief.

  "Slow down, baby,” he cooed the endearment back at her. “All good things come to those who wait."

  "Fuck waiting,” she panted. “I want you buried balls deep inside me now."

  Morgan fumbled with the buckle of his belt until his hand pushed aside the thin damp barrier of her panties and slid one finger inside her. She cried out, forgetting about the belt, and arched her back, her hands grabbing onto the counter. “Goddess, yes.” She pushed her hips forward, sucking his finger in deeper.

  "So wet, baby. So wet for me."

  "Yes,” she moaned as his thumb flicked against her clit. Jack reached down with his other hand and pulled her underwear further down, giving him better access.

  "Do you want more?"

  "Dear Goddess, please. More, anything, all.” Morgan knew she was babbling incoherently, but she hoped he understood by her whimpers that she wanted him to ease the ache inside her.

  Jack added another finger to the first, and pumped them in and out, faster and faster as her moans grew louder. Morgan knew she was on the verge of coming and she wanted him deep inside her when it happened.

  "Come for me, baby,” he whispered, leaning forward to capture her lips with his, swallowing her sounds of pleasure while his fingers worked magic inside her.

  His thumb pushed on her clit, then rubbed it. Morgan's hands dug into his shoulders as she rocked to meet his hand.

  "Jack. Jack. Mmm.” She ended on a loud, long cry as her insides clenched tightly around his fingers, drenching him with her cream as he continued to work his thumb on her clit.

  "I need to taste you,” he groaned and then ducked down and buried his head between her legs. He lapped at her essence, reigniting the flame of desire.

  His tongue swept over her swollen folds, then within them, tasting her. He nibbled on her clit before sucking it into his mouth. He slid his fingers inside her again, and worked them, stretching her, hopefully preparing her to take his hard, thick length. He twisted his fingers, and pinched her clit lightly between his teeth, bringing her release swift and hard. Morgan threw back her head, eyes clenched tightly as stars exploded beneath her closed eyelids. Her body shook with after shocks as Jack withdrew his hand.

  Limp, Morgan half sat, half lay on the counter, trying to catch her breath so she could thank him, when she heard the sound of his zipper. She wanted to tell him it was about time, but she felt the tip of his cock against her damp, quivering flesh and forgot everything but to feel.

  His cock slid between her well-lubricated folds. Jack moaned, and she opened her eyes to watch him as pleasure darkened his gaze. Then he closed his eyes, his face a picture of pure ecstasy as he slid in until his balls pressed against her. His lips parted in a sigh as he pulled out slowly and then rammed back in, hard and fast.

  Small cries escaped her as he continued the thrusts, the sound of wet flesh striking wet flesh echoing in her ears.

  "So. Good. And. Tight. So. Damn. Tight.” He punctuated each word with movement from his hips.

  Morgan wrapped her legs around his waist and held on as yet another orgasm built. Jack's shout, and the feel of his release within her sent her over the edge once again.

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  "I still can't believe I lost control like that and let him make love to me right there in the middle of my store. Anyone could have walked in."

  Morgan looked at Lily as if the cat could answer. Lily meowed and then went back to cleaning her paw while Morgan resumed her pacing.

  "He'll be here any minute expecting dinner and probably a repeat of Monday's performance. Well, and every day after that, too. Damn, he's hot. And incredible."

  Lily stretched and then walked over to her food dish and meowed.

  "Yes, I said dinner, didn't I?” Morgan sighed and reached into a cabinet for tuna. As she opened the can, Morgan tried to decide what to do. Should she enjoy the fabulous sex without asking for more of a commitment? Every day this week, Jack had surprised her with his inventiveness in bed, but she wanted tonight to be special. It was Samhain and she hoped tonight he'd realize he loved her. It marked the beginning of the new year for Wiccans and she wanted hers to start out special.

  She realized now she needed a commitment but he had only shown interest in sex. From the first moment she saw Jack, she'd wanted him. As the months passed, she learned more about him, and she'd grown to love him. Oh wasn't this a riot? She, who'd never been in love before had to go and fall in love with a man who acted as if he wasn't looking for anything permanent.

  Jack haunted her dreams at night and her daydreams, too. She thought with more sex, she would be able to get him out of her system. It hadn't worked. It was too late for that. She'd fallen in love with him. Geesh. What was she going to do? He'd be here any minute and she was positive he was only coming because she'd promised him something special.

  Morgan spooned the tuna into a bowl and tried to calm her nerves. The doorbell rang, sending her heart racing, and ruining the attempt. Love or not, she planned on making the best of tonight, just in case it was her last chance.

  Morgan smoothed the red silk dress that clung to her curves. It looked more like a negligee than a dress and she hoped it didn't take Jack long to peel it off of her. Maybe he'd stay tonight.

  She drew in a deep breath and then opened the door. A bunch of orange flowers hit her in the face. Morgan jerked back, and smacked her head on the door.

  "Oh geeze, I'm so sorry, Morgan,” Jack apologized, tossing the flowers to the side and pulling her up against his chest. One hand held her tight while the other caressed the back of her now throbbing skull.

  Morgan's mind
swirled as his scent engulfed her, driving away all thought and pushing the pain back until it was just a nuisance. She breathed in his masculine scent as he pressed her face against his warm, solid chest. She wanted to feel him without the barrier of clothing. Morgan slid her hands under his shirt and tried to pull it off of him. Jack's laughter made her hesitate.

  "Can I come inside first? I know you have a thing for public places, but it won't be very comfortable up against the door like this."

  Morgan flushed a deep red and pulled away from him. He'd turned her into a wanton. How could she lose herself like this, repeatedly?

  "Aren't you going to invite me in?” His husky comment brushed against her cheek like a caress.

  "Oh, yes. Please, come in.” Morgan stepped back to give him room to enter, but Jack scooped her off her feet and carried her toward her bedroom.

  "Jack!” She grew wet at his obvious eagerness. “Don't you think we should eat dinner first?"

  "Let's make love first,” he whispered. He kissed her before she could respond, his tongue sliding inside her mouth and dueling with hers for supremacy.

  "I was hoping we could eat dinner before retreating to the bedroom,” Morgan said after he released her. “I have something special planned for tonight. Remember?"

  Jack sighed. He was silent for a minute, then he kissed her forehead. “Okay, you can feed me first.” He grinned.

  Morgan wasn't sure dinner was such a good idea after Jack fondled her under the table. When he slid off his shoe and ran his foot up her calf muscle, she knew it hopeless, and burst into laughter.

  "Okay, Jack. You win. Bed first, dinner later."

  "Good.” He grinned wolfishly at her and stood up. Morgan stood up and faced him across the table. She wondered what he was up to because there was a gleam in his eye and she knew it couldn't possibly be good.

  "Race you there."

  Morgan laughed and turned. She dashed down the hall, but didn't even make it halfway when Jack grabbed her from behind and picked her up. He ran the rest of the way and tossed her face down on the bed. She squealed as she bounced. Seconds later, Jack landed on top of her and nuzzled her neck.