“You never mentioned her being succubus,” I accused, knowing I would have remembered that detail.
Trevor smirked. “Yeah, well, I figured it would be funny to see your reaction when you met her.”
“Are you honestly telling me you have never had sex with her?” I asked because I couldn’t believe it. As a succubus, she’d be receptive if Trevor asked. Allie needed sex to survive, and Trevor had never been one to deny his carnal desires.
“Allie’s not really like that,” Trevor answered. “Sure, she hooks up with guys to feed on sex, but mostly she feeds at work so she can avoid sleeping around. Actually, I’m not really sure how often she hooks up with guys. As for her and me? I can’t even imagine sleeping with Allie. She’s fun, and I like hanging out with her, but I don’t feel anything sexual when I’m around her. She’s more like one of my sisters.”
“Stop talking about me,” Allie scolded as she dropped down on Trevor’s lap. Her feet were bare now, and I was assuming she’d left her shoes with her purse, probably in Trevor’s room.
“Sorry, but my buddy Dylan was having trouble getting his dick to stay down when you shook your barely covered ass in front of his face,” Trevor said before tugging at her hair.
I expected her to be offended, maybe even slap Trevor for being so crude. Instead, Allie just laughed. “Does the poor little warlock have a problem?” she teased, pushing those delectable lips out into a playful pout.
“You wanna come help me with my problem?” I asked, flashing my sexiest grin—one I was sure Briar would have appreciated. That’s when I could practically feel my mother’s hand smacking the back of my head. Avoiding commitment didn’t mean I had to be a dick. “Sorry. That was rude. Can I blame it on the beer?”
“Behave, and I promise to forgive you,” she said, shifting so she was lying across mine and Trevor’s laps on the loveseat with her head on my lap and her legs hanging over the armrest. I couldn’t tell if she was flirting with me or intentionally teasing me for my crude remark, and I honestly didn’t care which it was as long as she kept touching me.
“Goddess, I need a break from dealing with horny people and their crazy fantasies,” she said with a groan. “This has been a rough night.”
“Then you’d better have panties on,” Trevor said. “You’re giving my guests quite a show with your legs hanging over the arm of the sofa.”
Clearing my throat, I did my best to clear my head some. Damn, she was one fine looking succubus. I’d always assumed succubi were constantly on the hunt for sex, and at the moment, that didn’t sound like a bad thing. With Allie’s silky brown hair spread out across my lap, I’d sure be willing to give it to her if she asked, but something told me she wasn’t going to.
“What exactly do you do at SpellBinders,” I asked, and my dick was twitching at the possibilities—a fact Allie couldn’t miss with her head on my thighs.
“I set up scenes for customers,” she explained in a bored tone. “Thankfully, I get out of the room before they start, at least most of the time, or I might need therapy.”
“That’s how I ran into Allie a month ago,” Trevor chimed in.
Trevor’s lack of interest in the succubus lying across our legs was killing me. None of this made a damn bit of sense. Trev liked women—a lot—and he didn’t really have women as friends. Yet, here Allie was acting as if they were buddies, while all I could think about was getting her naked.
“He had this whole elaborate scene in mind, and I told him it was going to cost him more than he wanted to pay,” Allie explained.
I laughed because I could imagine Trevor’s reaction. There was no amount of money he wasn’t willing to pay when he really wanted something. His family made mine look poor.
Allie’s whiskey-colored eyes sparkled with amusement. “So, you already know how he reacted.”
“I can figure it out,” I said.
“Anyway, I told him that, even if he put out the money, he’d never get laid if he tried that crap with the witch he was coming on strong to that night,” Allie continued.
“It might have been a little over the top,” Trevor admitted with a fine blush creeping up his neck.
“A little over the top?” Allie asked with raised eyebrows. “My boss made you sign a special waiver, and that poor witch practically ran screaming from the club when she figured out what you had in mind. I haven’t seen her in SpellBinders since that night, and I’m pretty sure you turned her off sex clubs for life.”
“Long story short, I was broken up about the witch leaving me, and Allie cheered me up,” Trevor explained. “She has a way of collecting people in need.”
“Wait!” I interrupted, holding up a hand. “What the hell did you ask her to set up for you?” I seriously had to know what had been too much for SpellBinders. I’d seen some crazy shit there, and I could not imagine them questioning something Trevor wanted to do.
Trevor grabbed Allie’s wrist. “Don’t you dare tell him or I’ll rip this off,” he said, holding the edge of her wrist cuff.
“If you tell me, I’ll buy you a new one,” I offered.
If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man. Seriously, I had no idea what had her so pissed, but she clearly was.
“You can’t buy everything you want, warlock,” she snapped before sitting up and moving to the arm of the loveseat closest to Trevor.
I felt my own temper flare. What the hell was her problem? Seriously, she drapes herself over my lap and then acts all bent out of shape over one little comment. We’d been having fun until that moment, and I sure as hell hadn’t done anything to deserve her anger.
“What crawled up your sweet little ass?” I asked.
“C’mon, Dylan,” Trevor said in a reasonable tone. “Just chill out.” Then he turned to Allie. “I was just fucking with you about the cuffs, and Dylan wasn’t trying to imply he could buy you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Allie said with a huff. “I’m just sick of working with assholes who think I’m at SpellBinders to peddle my ass. I don’t mind the occasional come on. Hell, I expect that working at a sex club, but the guys trying to buy my pussy are getting old.”
That’s when my brain finally caught up to the fact that the cuffs weren’t decorative. Looking closely, I saw the intricately woven spell that only witches and sorcerers could see. I’d never seen them done in leather, and I was impressed with the complexity of the spell—a spell created to help control her sexual urges, something she was probably forced to deal with on a regular basis. Offering to buy her a new pair if Trevor destroyed them probably sounded insensitive to her. I’d already made one tactless suggestion, so she might have even figured I was hoping to get them off just to get lucky. Still, I was pissed at her for lumping me in with the men who had to pay for sex.
A voice in the back of my head told me to calm down because Allie had no way of knowing the kind of man I was. Yet, I still stood, ready to put my foot in my mouth. Stepping in front of her, I made it impossible for her to get up without bumping into me. It also meant she had to look up at me—or so I thought. Instead, she kept her eyes on the front of my shirt.
Trevor stood, too, placing a hand on my arm.
“You don’t know me,” I said though gritted teeth. That earned me a snort from the annoying little sex demon. “That’s why I’m going to forgive you for thinking I might need to pay for pussy. Witches and demons throw pussy at me everywhere I fucking go. You might think your pussy is something special, but I wouldn’t pay for it.”
Allie laughed, and if that didn’t deflate my ego even more, I wasn’t sure what could.
“Sorry,” she said, putting a hand up. “I just had this insane moment of wondering how many times you were going to throw pussy into that rant.”
I felt the anger bleed out of me, and I grinned at her. I liked being back to joking around with her, even if I was the butt of the joke. “I bet I can use pussy in every sentence for the rest of the night.”
This time, she did look up at me
with an adorable grin. “Every sentence?” she asked doubtfully. “That might be more pussy than you can handle.”
I returned her grin. “Are you saying I can’t handle hours of pussy?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “That is a lot of pussy for one man, even the infamous Dylan Hunt.”
It was scary how much I liked hearing my name roll off her tongue.
“On my honor as a pussy-lovin’ warlock, I can do it,” I vowed, feeling kind of stupid and juvenile, but having more fun than I had in months.
She laughed. “What shall we bet? I’m not quite as rich as you are.” This time, she stood, pressing her breasts against me in a way that let me know she was feeling the attraction just as much as I was. Either that or she was trying to torture me. I’d know which soon enough.
“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.
Chapter Four
Allie
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.
Chapter Five
The Hunter
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. S
he 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!”
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