Sinfully Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 1) (3 page)

“I win, I get to spend the rest of the night enjoying your
pussy—any way I want, without these on,” I said, reaching out to touch her
leather wrist cuffs. These cuffs were not only meant to suppress her sexual
desire, but also that of those around her. Since my sex drive was already on
overdrive, I was dying to know what it would be like without them dampening it.
Pressed up this close to my body, Allie had to notice my dick threatening to
bust the zipper on my jeans. If she turned me down, I’d survive, but I might need
a very cold shower.

Holy mother of a three-horned demon!

When you’re a succubus, it takes a lot to shock you. Hell,
I’ve been sexually active since eighteen, and not just with a few partners.
Plus, I’ve seen stuff at SpellBinders that would make a seasoned porn star
blush. Yet, Dylan’s suggestion still surprised me. I was also very turned on by
his offer.

While I’d been flirting with Dylan, I’d half-expected him to
turn me away like he had the witch I’d spied on his lap when I’d first walked
into Trevor’s house. It had taken me a few minutes to get my courage up to walk
over to Dylan, crazy as that was. I don’t usually have confidence issues, but
Dylan brings me back to high school, before my succubus powers came in.

Of course, he didn’t remember me. Like all succubi, prior to
my eighteenth birthday, I’d had dull hair and a figure that would have made
Olive Oil look curvy. Back in school, Dylan had been cute and funny and totally
out of my league. Dylan had also been three grades ahead of me, so I’d only
gotten to stare longingly at him for a year. Still, he was the guy whose face I
put into every teen movie inspired fantasy I’d ever had, and the guy I’d been
most hoping to run into tonight.

Now, Dylan was flirting with me. No, he was trying to get
inside of me, and I had no intention of playing coy. His thick erection was
hard to miss, and my pussy tightened just thinking about how good his cock
would feel thrusting into my body. After abstaining for six months, my mom was
right about me needing sex, and sex with Dylan was too tempting to pass up.

“What do I get when I win?” I asked, running my tongue along
my bottom lip, still leaning into Dylan and savoring the spicy scent of his
cologne.

Dylan just stared at my mouth. With the cuffs dampening my
power, he shouldn’t be reacting this strongly. Realizing how much of his
arousal had nothing to do with me being a succubus was a definite confidence
boost. I bit my lip to keep from letting out a geeky teen squeal of delight
because that would totally ruin the moment.

“What do you want?” he asked in a husky voice.

“You didn’t say pussy,” I accused. “Does that mean I win?”

“The game doesn’t start until we agree on terms. I’m willing
to put up anything for a chance to get you naked,” he said before tapping my
cuffs. “Completely naked.”

“If I win, the cuffs stay on, and the sex is on my terms,” I
said without hesitation.

Dylan’s lips curled up into a sly smile. “Then let the
pussy-lovin’ game begin.”

I laughed, unable to stop myself. Dylan had always been
funny, and he’d always been good-looking, but age had definitely added to his
appeal. In a tight black t-shirt and jeans, I saw the outlines of his chest and
arms. I was pretty sure I’d find what was under his shirt to be well-defined
and drool-worthy. With just a hint of stubble darkening his square jaw,
sculpted cheekbones, and deep blue eyes, he was gorgeous. No matter how the bet
turned out, I was going to enjoy every inch of Dylan’s body, a thought that
practically had me moaning. I just had to make him slip up so the cuffs stayed
on, because I was a little scared of how much I might want Dylan without them.

“This should be interesting,” Trevor muttered, which is when
I remembered he was still sitting on the loveseat, looking annoyed by the whole
thing.

Crap! I really wanted Dylan. Yeah, that didn’t even begin to
describe it. Just from leaning into him like this, my panties were wet and my
nipples were hard. Still, Trevor was my friend, and I hated the idea of making
things awkward for him.

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” I said, studying Trevor.

“This is a terrible idea,” Trevor agreed. “I don’t want to
have to listen to the two of you whining when things don’t work out.”

“The bet is just for one night,” I assured Trevor. “Everyone
knows Dylan’s not looking for more, and I’d never get involved with a warlock,
anyway.” When I looked back at Dylan, hoping he’d back me up, I could have
sworn I saw a flash of annoyance, but he quickly masked it.

“C’mon, don’t be a pussy, Trevor,” Dylan said with a grin.

“Fine,” Trevor said, moving away from us. “You’re both
adults, so I’m going to visit with my other guests and let you make a huge
mistake.”

“I don’t like the idea of upsetting Trevor.” It was true, I
didn’t want to upset Trevor, but I wasn’t sure I could turn back now that I was
so close to having Dylan inside of me.

“Don’t stress about Trevor acting like a pussy,” Dylan said,
taking a seat on the opposite side of the sofa near the loveseat we’d been
sharing. He was probably trying to leave room for me to sit without him
crowding me.

“You can’t win the bet by just calling everyone a pussy for
the rest of the evening,” I told him.

“There were no rules stipulated in the pussy bet,” he
pointed out. “We could just talk about your pussy for the rest of the night,”
he suggested.

“No,” I countered.

“So, you aren’t going to tell me all about your pussy?” he
teased.

I slid down onto the sofa and leaned closer. “You’ll know
all about it by the end of the night,” I said with a sweet smile and an
innocent bat of my eyes.

Dylan swallowed hard. “You may be the death of me, little
pussy cat.”

I laughed at his nickname. Over the next two hours, I found
myself laughing more than I had in the last year and enjoying Dylan’s company
more than I should. Wanting Dylan was one thing, but liking him meant I might
make the colossal mistake of falling for a warlock. That was a mistake I had no
intention of making.

I could practically taste her fear. This was one of the best
parts of the hunt. Don’t get me wrong, the kill is still better, but
anticipation has its advantages. My prey’s pace increased, meaning she sensed
the danger. Foolish bitch shouldn’t be walking around at night, but demons
often have an over-inflated estimation of their ability to protect themselves.
Pulling the black hoodie up so my face was better hidden, I quickened my pace.
She was new to this area and was about to turn into one of the many alleys that
lined the streets of San Francisco. Unfortunately, this one didn’t let out onto
another street. Once she reached the end and turned right, she’d find herself
trapped.

I watched her scurry around the corner like a little mouse,
trying to find a hole to hide in. My heart was beating so hard from the
excitement that I could hear the blood pounding in my ears.

“What do you want?” she asked from the end of the alley, her
voice shaking with fear.

“You,” I said in a quiet voice that would barely make it to
her ears.

Reaching out my hand, I watched her brow furrow in
confusion. She likely didn’t understand her fear, which probably seemed
irrational considering I wasn’t really threatening her. My calm demeanor likely
added to her confusion.

“There’s no need to be afraid, little demon,” I assured her
and watched as she relaxed some. The fear didn’t completely fade, which made
sense since she’d just been followed into an alley by a strange man she
couldn’t fully see.

“You seem familiar,” she said, and I was surprised she
hadn’t noticed that before, especially considering how much time we’d spent
together earlier that evening. “Have we met at SpellBinders?”

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the first of two
ready-made spells. Tossing the spell pod on the ground in front of me, I
watched as a bubble of magic formed around the alley. It was my spell, made
especially for me, so only I saw it. My prey had no idea the trap had just been
sprung. No one would see or hear us now.

“Don’t come any closer,” she said, taking a step back,
pressing her slinky dress against the filthy dumpster.

“Or what?” I asked, laughing at her bravado. “Are you going
to hit me with your tiny little purse? Perhaps, you’ll scream for help. Nothing
will save you now.”

Her eyes darted to the ground, which was littered with
trash, bird feces, and possibly human waste, and then they looked back at me as
I continued my slow approach. I was close enough to catch the faint scent of
sweat, but it was muted by the filth of the alley. Suddenly, I was furious with
her for leading me here where I’d be forced to endure these putrid smells.

“This could have been much easier for you,” I lied. “Now,
I’m going to have to make you suffer for your defiance.”

That pushed her into action, and she quickly slipped off her
shoes and held them as if she’d use the pointy heels as weapons. “Don’t touch
me!”

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to laugh or beat this bitch
into the sidewalk until she begged for mercy. Both options were tempting at the
moment. Of course, beating her would waste precious blood, which I needed for
the ceremony.

“Poor little demon,” I said in a sing-song voice before
pulling out the second spell and blowing the dust in her face. Her mouth opened
as if she might scream, but no sound came out. This spell was the most fun to
watch. Her eyes remained open as she collapsed to the ground. She was still
conscious, but her body would no longer obey even the simple command to remain
standing.

I let out a sigh, annoyed that I was going to have to carry
her. Oh well, I’d make her pay soon enough. That thought had me chuckling all
the way back to my car.

I’d won the fucking bet!

That came as a shock, considering how distracted I’d been
the last two hours. It wasn’t easy remembering to say pussy while having so
much fun just hanging out with Allie. That had honestly come as a surprise and
made me question the wisdom of fucking her, because I already knew I wanted to
see her again.

“You can use one of the guest rooms,” Trevor said in a
distracted voice as we walked by. He’d gotten over being annoyed about the bet
when a new witch had caught his eye, which was good because I’d been worried
he’d find a way to talk Allie out of sleeping with me, bet or no bet.

The room was tempting because it was closer, and it meant I
wouldn’t have to wait long to get inside Allie. Still, some primitive part of
me wanted her in my own bed. If I felt this crazy with the leather cuffs on her
wrists, I couldn’t wait to see what it would be like when I got them off. The
temptation to rip them off now was strong, but I didn’t want any other warlock
around when that happened. Just the thought of Allie with some other guy made
that primitive part of my brain want to kill all men to avoid having any of
them touch her. That reaction was further proof that I needed to get far away
from her, but I wanted her too much to walk away.

“We’re going to my place,” I announced, grabbing Allie’s
arm.

“Excuse you?” she said, sounding pissed at me for being
bossy.

Rather than argue, I grinned because I loved the fact that
Allie wasn’t falling all over herself to impress me like the witches my mother
tried setting me up with. There was no doubt Allie wanted me. If she hadn’t,
she never would have entered into a bet that ended with us naked, no matter who
won. No, she wanted me in her as much as I wanted to be there, and that was why
I needed to get her home.

“I won the bet, and I want you naked in my bed,” I said.

Whether Allie’s flushed cheeks were the result of anger,
embarrassment, or arousal, I couldn’t tell, but I was hoping it was arousal. A
little anger might be fun, too, as long as she was really turned on, but I
didn’t want her embarrassed—a crazy thing to worry about with a sex demon.

“That’s probably a good idea if I’m going to take these
off,” she said without looking at me. The fingers from her right hand were
massaging the cuff on her left wrist, and she looked so vulnerable that I
suddenly felt like a complete asshole.

“The cuffs can stay on,” I said, wrapping my fingers around
her delicate wrist.

Her gaze snapped up to mine, and her eyes widened. “Really?
I thought this whole bet was about getting me to take them off.”

A startled bark of laughter escaped my lips. How could she
possibly think that’s what this bet was about?

Leaning forward, I cupped her chin and pressed my lips to
hers. I didn’t kiss her, merely stayed there—lips touching and breaths
mingling. “I want you so fucking much I ache everywhere, but I want you
completely comfortable with this. When I’m with you, the only thing I want you
thinking about is how good my dick feels inside of you, or how incredible my tongue
feels between your legs.”

Her lips parted, but she said nothing.

“Let me take you to my home and fuck you until neither of us
can utter a coherent word,” I murmured.

“How could I possibly say no to that offer?” Allie asked,
her whisky-colored eyes darkening with desire.

I slid my hand down her wrist to thread my fingers through
hers, realizing I had no idea when I’d last held hands with a woman. Hell, I
couldn’t remember the last time I’d delayed my own pleasure like this. With any
other woman, I’d have already had them naked in one of Trevor’s guest rooms. My
tongue would already be tasting her sweet release as she came completely undone
on my mouth. Not Allie. Fuck, I wanted so much more with her, and it should
probably scare me.

“I’ll follow you in my own car,” Allie said, her voice a
little shaky.

Taking separate cars was probably a good idea, even though I
didn’t like it. I needed time to get my dick under control so I didn’t explode
as soon as I got her out of that little dress.