by T. J. Batts
I just hoped I could control myself. Control my NightDweller nature that was always so close to the surface with her.
A gentle squeeze on my shaft brought me back to the present and my hormones said “to hell with caution. Take advantage of this and if she gets spooked, wipe her memory.” I focused my attention back on Delilah.
She smiled slowly then licked her lips and teeth flashing bright and more predatory than I remembered. “I want to hear you say it.” She slid her hand down and palmed my balls.
“Yes,” came from me in a rush of air and I took a few more involuntary pictures.
Shit. What was I saying yes to?
I was panting. My mouth hung open. I didn’t care what I was saying yes to. Sweet mercy, as long as she kept touching my balls, I’d say yes to anything.
“Good,” she purred, massaging my balls. “Because if the pictures stop—” she looked up at me, her eyes lidded. “—we stop.”
She took her hand from my boxers then pulled the shorts down. She brought the hand that had been stroking me to her mouth and licked her palm, then bit her lip as though she were in complete ecstasy at the taste of me.
“Shit,” I breathed. My self-control was hanging on by a thread. My cock was all-powerful and right now it wanted to be inside her- however that would be.
She slid closer to the edge of the bed, pressed my boxers and jeans to the floor and encouraged me to step out of them. I came out of my boots too and she quickly brushed the tangled pile to the side with her feet as her hands traced up my thighs.
She watched my throbbing cock with hungry eyes. My eyes alternated between the pulse in her throat and her breasts.
“Camera, Spencer,” she reminded and I began snapping as she took me into her mouth.
Oh, shit, her mouth.
I moaned and snapped my camera, even though my eyes were closed. My legs trembled and I was gripping my camera so tightly I was sure it would break.
I sputtered incoherently as she took me in deep, her teeth grazing the sides of my cock, her tongue massaging the bottom.
This won’t take long. I could feel myself about to pop from the deliberate, massaging pressure of her tongue.
I threw my head back, still snapping pictures involuntarily. A growl rumbled in my chest.
I heard her moan, her mouth still on my cock, her throat vibrating around my head as she sucked me deep.
I opened my eyes. Looked down at her and tried to focus on the scene in front of me:
Delilah Silva sucking me off and asking me to take pictures of it.
No one would ever believe this.
Hell, I wouldn’t believe it, when I woke up in the morning.
Just then the thought hit me that maybe I should try to take a few decent pictures. Maybe I could keep a few for myself, to remember this moment.
Focus, Spencer. My hand shook as my arousal grew.
God, she was beautiful. I snapped a few pictures. Her warm mouth surrounded me and her green eyes glanced up at me as if she were in heaven at the taste of my cock.
I closed my lips over my elongated fangs and took deep breaths through my nose.
I swallowed hard. I could smell—
I growled again at the scent invading my senses and the sight of her hand gently stroking the front of her panties.
She reeked of arousal. I clenched my jaw tighter, but thrusted my hips slightly against her mouth to increase my pleasure.
My vampire side may not get what it wanted tonight, but the incubus in me would be well satisfied.
She moaned again and slipped her hand inside her underwear, the smell of her pussy getting stronger.
A trembling sigh escaped me.
Shit, I hope this lasts for ever.
Chapter 3:
Delilah
I hope this lasts forever. I ran my tongue over his cock again and he shuddered.
I could feel his pleasure. Taste his desire. Literally.
The camera shutter flicked. I tried not to smile.
I couldn’t have smiled, even if I'd wanted to.
His cock was—
I moaned as I took him in completely, then slowly brought him out. I traced my fingers over my clit as I felt his arousal grow. Being a SpellBinder, half witch, half succubus, had its advantages.
Damn, if I’d known he was hiding so much, I would have pounced long ago.
I flicked my tongue over the head of his shaft and moaned at the salty bead that greeted it.
“Delilah,” he said with a shaky voice. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when I lowered myself to take his balls in my mouth. This time I did smile. The blast of arousal that hit me was like no other.
I looked up at him. His eyes were dark again. Purple tinted. I dropped my eyes to his lips. He was biting his lower lips. Canines protruding. He quickly pressed his lips closed over them.
I smiled again as I licked up the underside of his delicious cock.
I knew I smelled NightDweller. The idea made me like Spencer even more, if that were possible.
I took him in completely again as his camera clicked away and I rubbed myself more persistently. I could feel his orgasm building and I wanted to finish before him. Coming at the same time as a NightDweller had its, for lack of a better word, disadvantages.
Disadvantages I wouldn’t mind risking for Spencer.
I’m not sure where the thought came from, but the blast of excitement that hit me at the thought was even more disconcerting.
I brushed the thought from my head and focused on Spencer’s. He growled again at my attention.
He stopped clicking and the scent of his arousal was diluted with another.
His hand touched my shoulder and gently pushed me away. I bit my lip and looked up at him. His brown eyes were dark with lust, his face moist with perspiration. I ran my eyes over his lean muscular frame. His body taut under the strain of his arousal. I licked my lips.
God, I’ve never wanted someone so badly.
My succubus side hadn’t been fully released yet, but she was rattling my mental cages, both excited and terrified at the thought of being fucked by an equal. The witch in me wanted another way to release energy that didn’t require a spell or incantation. Only the woman in me was worried about the risk, but then, even she wanted Spencer Rake.
I was playing with fire and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself.
He lowered his camera and I raised my hand in protest. I really didn’t care either way as long as tonight ended with him inside me, but I would play along with the game I had begun.
“Spencer, you ca—”
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was stiff, distant, as he interrupted me.
I breathed deeply, querying the air for a clue to his feelings. I reached for his thighs, hoping to draw emotions from him through my touch, but he stepped back.
I watched him for a moment, not used to his harsh tone.
“Because…”
Because I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.
Spencer was a tall, unpretentious photographer who wore black-framed glasses, had a dimple on his left cheek, a laugh that made me melt and, in Samuel’s opinion, he desperately needed a good woman in his life.
He was amazing and I wanted him. Badly.
I ran a hand through my hair and shrugged, trying to give him my most innocent look as I breathed deeply again, desperate to catch his emotions. I couldn't quite grasp what he was feeling.
His jaw tightened and he looked away. I stole a glance at his cock bobbing in the air before me.
I reached for it and he backed away. My eyes flew to his.
“Spencer, what’s wr—”
“I think you should go,” he said interrupting me again. He didn’t even look at me this time. Just backed away from me, put his camera down and began putting on his clothes.
“But—” The word escaped my mouth before I could stop it. I snapped my jaw shut as his emotion hit me like a slap in the face.
Disgust. It a
lmost choked me.
I clenched my jaw. I wouldn’t beg him. If he didn’t want me, that was fine. I was done throwing myself at Spencer.
I got up from the bed and grabbed my things from the corner, not bothering to dress. I’d do that in the hallway outside of the studio, where I knew he couldn’t see me cry.
I could feel the familiar tingle of magic in my fingers as my anger built. I could also feel tears burning the backs of my eyes and my fingernails returning to normal length as my arousal dissolved.
I should ask for the pictures.
I turned to face him and he was watching me as he buckled his pants. I could smell the faint hint of his arousal. I brought my eyes up to his face. The scent of disgust was gone. He looked right through me with cold brown eyes.
Brown again, not purple.
I could have handled angry, even pissed, but I couldn’t do cold. Not from him.
I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t.
Screw the pictures. I turned toward the door and ran from the studio just as tears began to scale my cheeks.
I slammed the door behind me.
“Fucking prick,” I muttered clutching my belongings to my chest and rushing into the ladies’ room in the lobby.
I dropped my things on the counter, clenched my fists to my side and closed my eyes, trying to contain my anger.
I could hear the bathroom doors rattle as my magic pulsed through the small room, see the lights flicker behind my eyelids.
I breathed deeply.
Calm down, Delilah. Channel your energy. I chanted the two sentences to myself over and over again in my head until my magic faded and the rattling ceased.
I opened my eyes and looked at myself in the mirror.
I quickly looked away, not liking the sight of my watery eyes and runny makeup.
I looked pathetic.
I was pathetic.
I’d been wanting Spencer for so long. I’d been trying to get him to loosen up around me and I thought this would work. I looked at my half-naked, disheveled appearance, then picked up my bra to begin dressing.
I steered my emotions away from the embarrassment I felt over the situation. I focused on trying to kill every ounce of feelings I had for Spencer.
I was a SpellBinder. I was a Silva and Silva women didn’t want men who didn’t want them. I’d be damned if I’d keep pining after Spencer, after being so thoroughly rejected.
This night marked the end of my little obsession. I was done.
The hurt at being rejected made that thought pretty damn easy to believe.
I was done chasing Spencer. He obviously wasn’t the guy I thought he was.
Heartless bastard.
Chapter 4:
Spencer
The thought wouldn’t leave my head.
Delilah and Samuel. Her on her knees, on the floor, on the prop bed, wherever. Her doing to him what she’d done to me.
The thought had frozen all the pleasure out of the moment.
My lips crawled back over my fangs and I growled low and deep before I could stop myself. My vision turning red with anger, no longer the purple of NightDweller arousal.
Heartless bitch.
I plugged my camera into the computer with a huff.
What did it matter?
She was obviously just taking advantage of me.
Maybe she did that with all her photographers. Probably how she become the hottest model in Katharine.
Fucking her way to the top. I growled at the thought.
I sat down at my desk and pulled up my email to distract myself.
I needed a distraction in order to calm down.
I triaged my messages for a few moments, not seeing any fires that needed to be put out then minizing my email in favor of surfing the internet for a little while.
My heart clenched.
My photo program was one window below my email and the heartless bitch appeared on the screen.
It was one of the test shots I’d taken while I adjusted my camera. She wasn’t watching me. She was sitting in the corner of the room, wearing a clingy red dress, unzipping her boots while she fiddled with her phone.
The next shot: her dark hair fell over her face, as she tugged at her shoes.
The next shot: she was looking up at me, slight smile on her face. The shot was a little blurry, but there was emotion in her eyes. It was as if she knew what I was thinking. Knew what I was imagining doing to her.
In the next one she was in black lace underwear on the white sheets.
She was on her hands and knees, in a cat-like position, her back arched.
I placed a hand gently on my leg. I could feel whatever progress I’d made toward normal blood flow to my brain retreat as I flipped through the pictures, but I kept flipping. Watching her arch and move and thrust her breasts into the air with each shot.
As much as I didn’t want anything to do with her, I had to admit she had amazing breasts. Amazing everything, really.
I bit down on my lip, letting my elongated fang pierce it, then licking away the blood.
The closeup shots were next. Delilah kneeled on the bed. Her tanned legs contrasting against the white sheets.
Our encounter was well-documented. I could still smell her in the room as I flipped through the photos.
Following a blurry shot of the top of Delilah’s head, was a top view of her face, shoulders and the swell of her naked breasts.
The shot that followed was of her delicate foot, the purple toenails pressed against the ridge in my boxers.
I gave up all pretense of rubbing my leg and put my hand on the area that was screaming for attention.
My cock throbbed in my jeans.
Next came a picture of her perfectly toned legs, one stretched out, towards me, the other bent at the knee against the edge of the bed. Then a shot of her leaning back onto her elbows against the white sheets her breasts in the air, her eyes watching the camera. Watching me. Staring at me. Her bright green eyes burning into me through the pictures.
As mad as I was with her, she still had my body on fire. I stroked myself through my jeans.
I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
I’d never believed the NightDweller rumor, the one that said we went full on incubus if we went too long without sex, or were aroused for a long period of time, but when a man’s arousal reached this point, he had two choices: finish the deed or fucking break something. A lot of somethings.
I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free through the slit in my boxers. I didn’t have the patience to do more.
I gripped myself with one hand and flipped through the pictures with the other.
I came to a shot that made me shudder. It was slightly blurry, but I could clearly make out Delilah’s lips pursed around the head of my cock.
“Holy shit,” I groaned and stroked myself faster.
Chapter 5:
Delilah
“Holy shit,” I whispered cracking open the door. Spencer sat at his desk, his eyes watching his computer screen, his hand stroking his cock.
My mouth went dry.
I flicked my tongue out to moisten my lips. I could taste his arousal on the air.
I’d come back to the studio with the intention of demanding that he delete the photos we took, that and maybe fry his harddrive with a little SpellBinder mojo, but now I had other ideas.
He’d pulled his shirt up beneath his underarms, exposing the ridges of his lean stomach. His hand stroking his thick cock.
I swallowed hard and stepped slowly into the room.
Spencer groaned and I could hear him clicking on the computer.
My hand fluttered to my breasts. My skin growing taut beneath the fabric of my dress. The tingle of unreleased arousal mixing with unreleased magic.
I watching him lean back on his stool, his neck arching back in pleasure. I stepped closer and a floorboard creaked beneath my boots.
Spencer’s head whipped in my directio
n, his eyes landing on me. Full on purple.
His breathing was labored. His mouth hung open. His fangs as erect as his dick.
I knew it was crazy, but I wanted those fangs on me. In me.
His hand stilled. And he closed his lips over his teeth.
I cleared my throat. “Don’t,” I said stepping forward again. The air was thick with his sweat, arousal and anger. I could feel myself responding to him. Blooming with my own arousal and fear. I was dancing around the lion’s den and I knew it.
But he was one damn beautiful lion.
His jaw clenched tighter around his fangs, but he didn’t speak as I walked closer. I put my bag down beside his desk as he tried to stuff himself back into his pants.
“Don’t,” I said again, putting one hand on his knee. The smallest hint of magic slipped from my fingertips, leaving them warm and tingling, a feeling I knew I’d transfered to his knee.
“Don’t what, Delilah?” he responded, his voice gravely. He jerked his knee from my grasp, but not before I saw his cock jerk at my touch.
He looked down at his knee briefly, then narrowed suspicious purple eyes at me.
I looked down to avoid his gaze. I wondered if he knew what I was. My eyes flicked to the bulge sloppily stuffed into his pants
I didn’t give a shit if he knew or not. I wanted him, despite the danger.
I took my time bringing my eyes back to his face, enjoying the sight of the moisture on his stomach and the line of sweat leading down to his navel.
“You’re so beautiful, Spencer,” I whispered putting my hand back on his knee and the other on his neck, my thumb stroking his face, my fingers slipping into his hair. I let the magic seep from my finger tips, letting my emotions drip out. Hoping to entice him. “Please, don’t stop, Spencer.”
I leaned in closer to him and slid my hand up his thigh to his cock.
I felt the breath leave his chest at my touch, but his hand clamped down on top of mine, stilling me from my purpose.
I let more magic slip through. He was a NightDweller, so I didn’t know if he was immune to my SpellBinder charms.