Elf Struck, Matched by Magic Book 4

By Jenna Castille

Kidnapped at the age of eleven and raised in the Kitsune Court, Takeshi was surrounded by violence and deceit. A romantic relationship wasn’t safe to even consider. Now he’s free to make a life for himself. But Takeshi doesn’t have the first clue about love or desire. Can Divine Intervention find a soulmate for a man whose biggest fear is the possibility of being asexual?
Many things can be said about Aindreas. He’s flighty. He’s serious. He’s bi-sexual. He’s a submissive. He’s a dominant. He loves it all but he can’t seem to find the one person who can love him for all his contradictions. Is Divine Intervention his answer or is he just too much of a duality for any sane person to deal with?
When the BDSM club slut is matched with the warrior virgin, both tempers and desires flare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Castille
• Release date: Sep 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463978962

Jenna Castille

It’s always the quiet ones. Mild-mannered Jenna Castille lives a rather normal life with her husband and daughter in Reno, Nevada. Only her husband and closest friends know about the twists and turns her imagination takes. She’s loved fantasies and horror stories since childhood. Then she discovered erotic romance. As a writer, she never could decide which genre she liked better, so she decided to throw them all in a pot and see what came out. Her friends love to read her stories. They tell her at least now they understand the glassy-eyed stares and all the mumbling to herself. Happily, they don’t have to worry about her anymore. Being a writer is much better than being committed.

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Elf Struck

Matched by Magic Book 4

Jenna Castille

Elf Struck

By Jenna Castille

Copyright 2018 Jenna Castille

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Content Warning: this book is intended for adult audiences only, and contains violence, adult language, and graphic sex scenes.

About This Book

Kidnapped at the age of eleven and raised in the Kitsune Court, Takeshi was surrounded by violence and deceit. A romantic relationship wasn’t safe to even consider. Now he’s free to make a life for himself. But Takeshi doesn’t have the first clue about love or desire. Can Divine Intervention be able to find a soulmate for a man whose biggest fear is the possibility of being asexual?

Many things can be said about Aindreas. He’s flighty. He’s serious. He’s bi-sexual. He’s a submissive. He’s a dominant. He loves it all but he can’t seem to find the one person who can love him for all his contradictions. Is Divine Intervention his answer or is he just too much of a duality for any sane person to deal with?

When the BDSM club slut is matched with the warrior virgin, both tempers and desires flare.

Contents

Title Page

About This Book

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

About Jenna Castille

A Personal Note from Jenna Castille

Sneak Peek at Tales from the Keep Book 1: Feast for an Incubus

Sneak Peek at Destinies Entwined Book 1: Magic of Three

Other Titles by Jenna Castille

Chapter One

Music pounded like a heartbeat through the torch-lit room, making the club a living thing as it echoed in the panting anticipation of the audience. The scents of sweat and sex permeated the air, filling his lungs with each pained gasp. Long-ago pain and pleasure had merged for Aindreas. Pure sensation filled his body to the quivering brim. His back ached from the extreme backbend that the leather-padded barrel forced him into. He rocked back and forth as far as the wheel chocks on each side of the barrel would allow. His nails clawed at the stone floor as he tried to brace himself. Hands gripped his thighs, holding him still as a hot, wet mouth closed over his cock. He gasped but didn’t cry out no matter how much he wanted to.

The Master had told him not to.

Strong fingers tangled in his hair, gripping and supporting his head as a long cock slid into his mouth. Slowly the Master moved forward until Aindreas’s nose nestled against the Master’s balls. Blood rushed to his inverted head as his hair scraped the floor. Allowing the Master to control his depth and speed, Aindreas relaxed his throat as best he could. He lost himself in sensation. As a thing to be used and enjoyed, he didn’t have any responsibility. He had to obey. That was all.

That was everything.

He fell into that place, that empty perfect place in his head—a white, disconnected place free of mundane concerns. Nothing existed here. No past. No present. No future. No guilt.

The only solid fixtures in his new world were the hard meat sliding down his throat and the warm, wet mouth wrapped around his own aching cock.

With no warning, the Master grunted and jerked. Spurt after spurt of cum poured into Aindreas. He relaxed his muscles, shutting down his gag reflex completely to let the flow slip straight to his stomach.

No one could come like an incubus.

Aindreas continued nursing the softening cock, using the action to distract himself from his own building orgasm. He wanted to enjoy the pained edge of denial for a bit longer.

The Master had other plans. Come, his deep voice commanded.

And instantly Aindreas obeyed. His body arched more dramatically across the barrel. He heard the man whose mouth closed over his cock sputter as he took Aindreas’s cum.

The murmur of the approving audience slowly brought Aindreas back to the world. The Master’s hand slid under his hair to the top of his back, easing him up to a sitting position. He handed Aindreas a water bottle, helping him balance it in shaking hands as he took a deep drink.

The man kneeling at his feet rubbed Aindreas’s thighs, soothing the strained muscles.

Aindreas closed his eyes and took another swig of the cool water, letting the two men pet him to their satisfaction. The caring afterward was almost as enjoyable as the actual sex. Not as mind-blowing but as enjoyable.

You did well, the Master praised, his yellow eyes glittering. It always surprises me what a good sub you make. I’ve seen you as a Dom so often I forget what a pleasure it is to have you serve.

Aindreas gave him a bright smile, filled with poorly suppressed mischief. I never forget, though. That’s what’s important.

The man at his feet giggled, hopping up to wrap an arm around Aindreas’s shoulders and snuggle close to his side. I don’t forget either. I love serving under you.

The Master shook his head, crossing his arms and looking down on the two. He gave a mock sigh. Looks like I’m going to have to work harder training my kitten. His manners still need work. He gave the other man a stern look. What do you need to say to our friend?

Shaking sweat from his fair, curly hair first, the younger man peeked down at Aindreas and flashed a cocky grin. Thank you for joining us this evening. He leaned in, his head going to Aindreas’s shoulder.

Aindreas shuffled the water bottle into one hand and reached up to cup the young man’s cheek with the other. The pleasure was all mine, believe me.

The man purred as he rubbed his cheek against Aindreas’s palm. The Master chuckled. It seems you’ve made a friend, elf. He snapped his fingers. Come along, kitten. Help the man to his feet. It’s only fair that we see him safely to the dressing room and make certain he’s properly cared for.

The blond responded by pulling Aindreas to his feet, tucking him close as he led the elf past their audience. Without delay he guided Aindreas through a discreet door at the back of the room.

The man eased Aindreas down on a padded bench and then turned to get his clothes. Whistling, he set the carefully folded items beside Aindreas. He stepped away, hands behind his back. The Master came forward, running idle fingers through his curls. Good work, kitten. Now, go on up to my office and wait for me there. Aindreas and I need to talk.

The were-cat smirked, a cute little fang peeking out. His eyes sparkled with barely contained mischief. Yes, sir. I’ll be waiting.

Aindreas tried not to laugh at the extra wiggle the man put into his walk. That one’s asking for it.

The Master of the Keep gave a fond smile as he watched his personal sub disappearing through the door. And when I get up there he’ll get everything he asked for and everything he didn’t.

Aindreas leaned back and contemplated his clothes. Getting dressed was a priority if he wanted to go home any time soon, but his pleasantly achy body didn’t want to move just yet. He’s good for you, Sorinu. I’m glad you found him.

I am too. The incubus frowned for a moment. I just wish—

That he was human, not a shifter. Then you could feed from him as well as love him. You’re lucky to have found one of your mates, your balancer. You’ll find your human too, someday.

Sorinu reached up and pulled the black ribbon from his hair, shaking out the long, silky, lavender mass. We can’t have everything.

Aindreas grinned at his friend. "No, but we can have hope."

I hear that you’ve been doing more than hoping lately. Sorinu raised a single brow as he slipped on a well-practiced and polished smirk. Word has it that your faerie friend talked you into signing up with Divine Intervention.

Aindreas blinked but didn’t pause as he struggled to pull his pants on without standing up. He doubted that his shaky legs would support him yet. Word traveled fast. That has nothing to do with hope and everything to do with not going back on my word. I promised Faolan that if the service worked for him I’d sign up. I don’t expect it to work for me.

You aren’t tied to Las Vegas?

That came out of nowhere. Mind you, Faolan has been pushing me to make the move, but that isn’t exactly common knowledge. Why do you ask?

I heard another rumor from one of our shifter customers.

Oh?

Sorinu rolled his eyes. Stop acting so cagey. I’m trying to make you an offer here, but I want to know if it’s even possible first.

Then stop beating around the bush. Aindreas couldn’t help but tease, especially with his body throbbing in such interesting places. I just finished sucking you off in front of half the club. I think you can be blunt with me.

Sorinu smirked. Right. Are you moving up north or not?

So that’s the issue, being afraid of losing one of your regulars? Sorinu’s frown caused Aindreas to regret the words as soon as he said them, even as a joke. He didn’t have many true friends. Sorinu had even less. Aindreas knew he wasn’t just a customer to the incubus. Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Unfortunately, it looks like I may have to go north. Faolan’s asked me to move closer to the little knot of paranormal powers up in Rylee. I can’t stand the thought of living in a town that small, but Reno isn’t far. I haven’t completely made up my mind yet, though. I’m too old to waste my time being bored.

His friend leaned backward on the bench, using a patch of plain gray wall for support while cushioning the back of his head with his hands. Maybe I can do something to relieve your boredom.

Believe me, you and your little kitten have done that already. His body would be remembering the experience for the next few days. His back was already spasming as he pulled his shirt and shoes closer.

Sorinu chuckled but quickly pulled a severe frown. Not what I meant. Could you please be serious for a moment?

Aindreas slicked a length of black hair behind a sharply pointed ear. All right. Seriously, what are you getting at?

I’m thinking of expanding. Sorinu looked around the room as though he could see through the walls, pride glowing in his expression. The Keep has been doing very well. My kind can feed freely here, as long as paras with mortal heritage continue to visit. Others whose sexual appetites aren’t easily accepted find welcome here. I have been getting requests to open Keeps in different cities.

A giggle bubbled up in Aindreas’s chest. When he finally managed to catch his breath he tossed his head back and asked, You’re going to franchise? Like some kind of fast-food joint?

Sorinu rolled his eyes. Oh please. Don’t be an idiot. I want to expand, test the market a bit. I’d want to try to keep things in state at first, less unknown state laws, ordinances, loopholes, and bureaucracy to deal with. Reno would be the logical choice. Just as the Las Vegas Keep pulls in from L.A., Reno is close enough to the Bay Area to bring clientele from there.

Aindreas shrugged. He had to admit it sounded like Sorinu had put some thought into it. Sounds like a decent enough plan, if that’s what you want. I still don’t see what that has to do with me, other than the fact you’ll have at least one loyal customer up there to start with.

I can’t be in two places at once. I want to have people there who know the scene, can protect my customers and on whom I can rely. There’s a Domme I’ve known for several years who is willing to help with the opening. She’s solid, and I can count on her. But I’d like someone who the subs would feel comfortable with as well. I could also use a male to balance the dynamic. He eyed Aindreas with speculation—an expression Aindreas had never seen from Sorinu. At least not without a healthy dose of sexual innuendo added. I know you switch, but the subs here get along well with you. People trust you easily. I want to hire you.

Okay, this has to be too good an offer to be true. If Sorinu was any kind of Fae I’d be looking for the nasty loophole. Excuse me. Are you offering me a job doing the one thing I love doing most?

I’m not hiring you to have sex with the patrons. Sorinu chuckled, his gaze sliding over Aindreas’s well-used form. If that happens, it’s up to you and them. I’d be paying you to look out for them, help guide the newbies and control or kick out the bad element. You’ve been here long enough to realize what goes into running the Keep. It’s all about building and keeping the trust.

It’s always about trust. Aindreas couldn’t resist. He gave his lips an exaggerated lick and let his hand slide down and give his cock a quick rub through the black denim of his jeans. You know, when it isn’t about lust.

Aindreas…

Aindreas waved him off. Don’t worry. I’m actually thinking your offer over—and in an uncharacteristically serious manner.

Crossing his ankles and leaning back, Aindreas propped his shoulders against the row of lockers. Responsibility, something he’d spent centuries avoiding like the plague. But ever since Faolan had mated with the leader of the Vegas pack Aindreas had found himself saddled with more and more of it.

And for some reason it didn’t really bother him as much as he thought it would. The world was changing again, another turn of the wheel of fate. If you didn’t change with it, you tended to get run over. The God and Goddess were asserting their will once more. And for some reason Aindreas felt himself drawn right into the middle of things.

Reno would be a key to keeping chaos at bay. He was no prophet, no seer, but Aindreas knew this to be true. Just as he knew that he needed to be there.

Still, nothing said he couldn’t enjoy himself while he waited for fate to play out.

Tell you what, I should know for sure about whether I’m moving or not by the end of the week. If I am, I’ll take you up on the offer.

No questions about pay or benefits? Sorinu smirked. He knew Andreas too well.

I know all about the benefits, and money isn’t something I’ve had to worry about in a century or more. He tossed his head and sat up. "Now leave me alone so I can go home and get a shower already. I smell like I’ve spent the last few hours fucking a couple