“Guys usually figure they have it made when a succubus is involved because it means they don’t have to do much to get us into bed,” she explained. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m a succubus so sex is almost always good. If my partner comes, so do I. Most women aren’t that lucky.”
I had the strong desire to keep Allie in my bed until I’d wiped out the memory of every asshole she’d ever slept with. I only wanted her to remember the pleasure I gave her.
“Let me taste you,” I murmured. The scent of her arousal called to me, threatening to strip away what little self-control I had around this woman.
Slipping my hands under her perfect ass, I lifted her hips off the bed slightly, bringing her up to my mouth. Slowly moving my tongue around her opening, I was rewarded with a needy whimper as she tried to move her hips to get closer. I loved the way she struggled helplessly to get more contact with my tongue as I stroked along the side of her clit before repeating the process on the other side. Her taste was even better than I’d imagined, and I was dying to feast on her and drown in her pleasure.
After mouthing the words to the spell, I blew along her sweet pussy, and she squealed as my unnaturally hot breath moved over her sensitive flesh, licking at her like a dozen tongues.
“What did you do?” she asked on a moan.
“It’s a special spell I created,” I said, giving in to the temptation to flick my tongue across the tip of her clit before sucking it.
“Oh, Dylan,” she moaned as the spell moved along her clit while I sucked it into my mouth. Her taste was so fucking arousing that my dick was already stirring again.
Encouraged by the way she was trying to press closer to my mouth, and the mewling sounds she was making, I continued to lick her clit as the spell’s intensity increased, moving around her clit faster as she moaned and writhed, helplessly caught up in her own intense need. This was the first time I’d tried this particular spell, and I was happy with the results.
I sensed she was close to coming by her frantic whimpers, and I plunged my tongue inside of her, fucking her with it, as the spell continued to work her clit. With her hips thrusting against my face, and her body tightening around my tongue, I was painfully aroused again.
Allie’s sweet release was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and I knew then it could easily become an addiction. Allie screamed and her ass tightened in my hands as her orgasm pulsed around my tongue.
When she finally relaxed, I settled her back onto the bed. My cock was fully erect and dying to be buried inside her again. She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed and that sweet satisfied smile on her face that I wasn’t sure I should disturb her. “I should let you get some sleep,” I said, brushing my lips across hers.
Allie’s lips curled up in a seductive smile, while her eyes still held that dazed, almost sleepy quality. “You aren’t going to make me beg for that wonderfully hard cock of yours, are you?”
I chuckled. “While I do love it when you beg, I’d never deny you my cock.”
“How about if you show me your shower?” Allie asked. “I’m feeling very dirty right about now.”
Quickly climbing off the bed, I grabbed a condom and then scooped Allie up in my arms. “I’m sure you’ll feel even dirtier by the time I get done with you.”
Two hours later, I wasn’t sure I could walk, and Allie looked even more exhausted than I felt. Pulling her against my body, I kissed the top of her head. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. When we wake up, I have big plans for that body of yours.”
“Sounds nice,” was her sleepy reply. “Although, I’m not sure either of us will be in any condition to move from this bed.”
“I don’t mind keeping you in bed all day,” I said, knowing I’d be more than ready to have her again after a little rest. “Of course, we will need to eat. There’s this great place I want to take you for brunch.” I looked at the time. It was already after five. “We may have to make that lunch.”
“Lunch?” she asked sleepily, and I wasn’t sure what to make of her tone. She sounded concerned, but she was asleep before we could discuss it more.
I stayed like that for quite some time, holding Allie close while she slept. I had no idea what was going on between us, but we’d have plenty of time to figure it out when we woke up.
Chapter Nine
Allie
While I didn’t recognize my surroundings when I woke up, the heat from Dylan’s body and the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sex were oddly comforting. The realization that I didn’t want to leave his bed was more than a little scary. This was a one-night stand, despite Dylan’s talk about having lunch when we woke up—something he’d probably regret suggesting. Even if he didn’t, that would be a very bad idea. I didn’t want to get too attached to Dylan because I didn’t want to get hurt. Despite how good the sex had been, I had a moment of regret. I’d had a lot of fun with him, and there was this part of me that wished I could keep him as a friend like Trevor. Then we could just hang out and have fun, but you couldn’t have that with someone you’d had mind-blowing sex with. There was no way I could be around Dylan without thinking about having him inside of me. No, the desire to have Dylan would always be there.
Too late for second thoughts. Now, I just needed to minimize the damage by getting myself out of Dylan’s house while he was still sleeping. As I slid out from under his arm, Dylan stirred and mumbled something incoherent. Holding perfectly still, I waited until I was certain he was sleeping before sliding off the bed. I looked around for my clothing before remembering it was still downstairs with my purse. Quietly walking downstairs, I saw my clothes in a pile by the front door, which is when I remembered my panties were in the drawer of Dylan’s bedside table. I was seriously considering going back into the room to get them, but that would make it more likely Dylan would notice me leaving, possibly leading to a very uncomfortable conversation.
Deciding to abandon the panties, I slipped on my dress and left my shoes off so they wouldn’t make any noise on the tiles at his front entrance. Yes, I knew I was a coward for refusing to face Dylan and tell him I was leaving, but I was pretty sure he’d appreciate this in the morning when he didn’t have to admit he wasn’t really interested in having lunch with me.
Holding my breath, I hoped Dylan had forgotten to set the security spell on the front door when we arrived. He’d been busy with other things, and I hadn’t noticed him doing it, but I’d been distracted myself. I unlocked both locks and turned the knob. Opening the door a crack, I waited for something to happen. When there were no ear-piercing sirens, and Dylan didn’t race down the stairs, I released the breath I’d been holding, locked the bottom lock, and headed out the front door.
Chapter Ten
Dylan
When I’d first woken up, I’d assumed Allie was downstairs in the kitchen or exploring the rest of my home, a thought that brought a smile to my face because I was looking forward to spending the day with her. Not once had it occurred to me that she’d sneak out in the middle of the night.
I’d never taken another woman back to my home. Since I slept with humans, and most humans complained of a strong ammonia-like smell in witch homes, it hadn’t been an option. That smell was the result of a safety spell set up to keep humans from moving into preternatural neighborhoods. Each neighborhood had a different odor. Admittedly, we did get the occasional human who couldn’t smell anything moving in. In a vampire subdivision in Castro Valley, there was an elderly human couple who were notorious for their efforts to try to wake their young neighbors for Sunday barbeques.
Even if I could have brought humans back here, I wouldn’t have because I didn’t want to deal with women lingering or showing up at some later date. So, I went to the woman’s place, and I usually stayed the night if she wanted me to. Some women wanted me out of their home right away. I was honest about it being one night only up front, and I rarely ran into them again.
Now, I’d taken a woman—no, a succubus—back to my home and invited he
r to spend more time with me. Instead of taking me up on my offer, the annoying demon had walked out on me, leaving no note. I didn’t even have her phone number, which was not going to work. Allie wasn’t like the women from my past, and I had every intention of spending more than one night with her.
After showering, I decided to wake Trevor up. They were friends, meaning he’d have Allie’s number and probably her address.
Trevor’s phone rang four times before going to voicemail. Hell, I had to call him back three times before he finally picked up the phone.
“Dammit, Dylan,” Trevor complained in a sleepy voice. “Why are you calling me at this hour? It’s Saturday.”
“It’s ten in the morning,” I reminded him.
“And I got to bed about three hours ago, meaning I got to sleep about an hour ago,” he complained as a woman’s sleepy voice came from the background. “Nothing,” he said to her in a much kinder voice. “Go back to sleep.”
“This won’t take long,” I assured him. “I need Allie’s number. Scratch that, I need her fucking address, and she can give me her number when I see her.”
Trevor let out a sleepy chuckle. “What is this? Is my aloof friend getting worked up over a woman? Don’t tell me she blew you off last night.”
“Fuck you,” I snapped. “Just give me her address.”
There was a long hesitation before Trevor spoke again. “No,” he finally said. “I get that you’re kind of into her. Not gonna lie, I was shocked by your reaction last night. In case you missed it, I was also not very happy about you hooking up with Allie. She may be a succubus, but she’s innocent in a lot of ways. Well, as innocent as a succubus can be.”
“I picked up on that,” I responded. “Allie’s a big girl, and she was just as into it as I was.”
“I didn’t say she wasn’t,” he argued. “The thing is, Allie’s my friend. If she wanted you to know where she lived, she’d have told you. Before you ask, same goes for her number. I’m assuming she took off while you were asleep and didn’t leave a note. If she’d taken off before that, you’d have called me earlier to try to track her down. The fact that she left without a word means she’s not interested in seeing you again, which is going to be awkward for me since you’re both my friends. Then again, it took you a month to meet, so maybe keeping you away from her won’t be an issue.”
I could not believe what I was hearing. Trevor was actually refusing to give me her number. “Fine,” I said. As much as I wanted to be pissed at Trevor, I was glad he wasn’t willing to screw Allie over by giving her information out to some horny warlock, and yes, I was horny as hell and only interested in having one woman help me with that problem.
“She did tell you where she works,” Trevor reminded me, and I could hear the smile in my friend’s voice.
I chuckled, realizing Trevor was doing his best to avoid pissing either of us off. “That she did. Now, I just need to find out when she’s working again.”
Trevor laughed. “Oh, this should be entertaining. Before you ask, I am not telling you her schedule. Promise to call me if she slaps you for showing up at her job. I need to know about these things.”
“Fuck you,” I said before hanging up on Trevor.
Checking the time, I realized SpellBinders wouldn’t be open for several hours. While I might be able to get someone at the office now, I decided to grab some breakfast first. Anticipation thrummed though my body at the thought of pursuing Allie. I hadn’t chased after a woman since high school. The challenge of getting Allie was exciting, and part of me wanted to pretend that was all it was, but I’d never been one to lie to myself. While I wasn’t sure what was going on between the two of us, we’d connected on some level, and I needed to see her again.
Chapter Eleven
Allie
The annoying buzz of my phone woke me at two in the afternoon, which was crazy because I didn’t usually sleep that late. Then again, I didn’t usually work until ten before going to a party and getting thoroughly fucked by my high school crush, either. For just a moment, I wondered if it might be Dylan calling—a ridiculous thought. We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers because that wasn’t how one-night stands worked.
Thankfully, the annoying phone stopped buzzing, so I closed my eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. When I’d gotten home, I’d showered before heading to bed, because smelling Dylan all over me had made me uncomfortably aroused. Of course, washing his scent off did nothing to rid me of the memories, and my trusty rotating showerhead hadn’t come close to satisfying me like Dylan could. Needless to say, sleep had not come easy, and my dreams had been restless and filled with images of hot sweaty sex with a certain warlock.
All I needed was a couple more hours of sleep and a few dozen sex dreams about Dylan. A small smile played on my lips as I started to doze off again. Then the annoying phone once more started vibrating on my nightstand.
Giving up on sleep, I snatched up the phone and answered without looking to see who was calling.
“Hello,” I answered groggily.
“Hey, Al, it’s Marcos,” my boss said by way of greeting. Marcos was an asshole, which wasn’t that uncommon for an incubus, but Marcos made every other incubus seem nice.
“What’s up, Marcos?” I asked, already knowing why he was calling me when I was off for the next three days. It sure as hell wasn’t because we were friends. I wasn’t really sure Marcos even had friends, or if he simply had people he used.
“I need you to come in tonight,” he stated, sounding bored and distracted. It wasn’t a question, and in Marcos’ mind, needing me to come in meant I’d come in. Goddess forbid I have plans. This had happened four times since he’d hired the new succubus, Marissa, a month ago.
“Tell Marissa to get her ass in there. I am not covering another one of her shifts, while you let her play sick just because she sucks the customers off when you ask,” I snapped. I was tired of filling in for her every time she wanted to get laid or go out partying.
“No can do, Al,” Marcos said. “They found Mar’s body this morning. Apparently, someone grabbed her after work for some sort of ritualistic killing—pretty gruesome stuff, from what the cops told me. Anyway, she’s dead, so I need you to cover her shift.”
Sitting straight up in bed, I tried to think of something to say. Marissa was dead? It was hard to believe, especially with Marcos talking like it was no big deal. Goddess, he was such an insensitive jerk!
“I don’t have all day to stay on the phone with you,” Marcos huffed. “There’s a lot of work to get done, and some guy left four messages asking about reserving a room, so I need to call him back and find out how much I can get him to pay. Desperate people are always willing to pay more. You still there, Al?”
“Yeah, I’m still here,” I said. “Do the police have any idea who the killer is?”
“Don’t know,” Marcos said. “Some shade detective stopped by here earlier today. Guess, he’s looking into it, but there’s not much to go on, from what I can tell, at least. Anyway, I need you in at five. Since Mar was supposed to be closing tonight, you’ll be here until two,” Marcos said before hanging up without waiting to hear if I’d agree to come in.
“Glad you are so fucking concerned about your employees,” I muttered. Marcos’ reasons for opening SpellBinders were similar to my reasons for working there. Neither of us wanted to be forced to have sex to feed our demon side. It’s not that I didn’t want sex, but the feeling that I had to have it made it seem more like a chore. In Marcos’ case, he didn’t want to deal with anyone long enough to have sex with them. As an incubus, sex meant he had to consider his partner’s pleasure, as well. That was the crazy part of being a sex demon—sex had to be good for your partner or it wasn’t any good for you. Not only wouldn’t the sex demon be able to climax if their partner wasn’t enjoying it, but we fed off our partners sexual pleasure, so it was a necessary component. In Marcos’ opinion, that was too much work, so he owned a sex club where he could feed from the sexua
l energy in the air. There were plenty of satisfied customers at SpellBinders—pun intended.
I let out an annoyed sigh and climbed out of bed. As much as I wanted to sleep longer, I needed to run some errands today, and I was starving. That reminded me of my most important errand today. There was an elderly human in my apartment building who couldn’t make it to the grocery store anymore. I’d told her I would stop by today to help set up some regular grocery deliveries. I was also supposed to stop by and check on Gryph, a werewolf friend, later, but I’d have to do that tomorrow or I’d be late for work.
Looked like I wouldn’t be getting more sleep today.
Chapter Twelve
Allie
My job sucked!
“No, I do not participate in any of the scenes,” I said to the greased up demon in front of me for the fifth time because he was refusing to take no for an answer. Getting hit on at work didn’t bother me, but pushy customers who refused to accept I wasn’t a prostitute pissed me off.
The leer on the demon’s triangular face revealed scary looking pointed teeth. Only other preternatural beings could see demons in their true form. While most looked human, many species did not, and some of them left me wishing I could see them through human eyes.
“Your boss said everything was for sale,” the demon argued, flicking his forked tongue out to play with his lip ring. “He also mentioned you’re a succubus, so why don’t you be a good girl and do what you’re told?”
If I didn’t need this job so much, I’d be tempted to slip out of my shoes and slam one of the heels into this demon’s temple. The other shoe, I’d save for Marcos’ balls. That slimy incubus was getting on my last nerve. This was the second time in the last month I’d had to deal with this shit, and if I complained, all I’d get was a raised eyebrow and a suggestion that I be more flexible. In Marcos’ mind, anything short of sleeping with the customers was being unreasonable and prudish.
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