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  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.

  Chapter Six

  Dylan

  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.

  Chapter Seven

  Allie

  Driving wasn’t doing much to get my arousal under control, and I’d been seriously tempted to pull to the side of the road and beg Dylan to fuck me right here in the front seat of my car. The fact that Dylan was the man about to end my long abstinence streak had me squirming in my seat at every stoplight. When I pulled through the gates at the entrance of Dylan’s housing development, I wasn’t surprised to learn that Dylan lived in one of the more prestigious witch communities. Witches tended to be successful in many areas of the business world.

  Dylan’s house had a four-car garage and probably at least five bedrooms. Not huge, but nothing like my two bedroom apartment. When I parked on the street, Dylan frowned and walked over to my car.

  “There’s space in the garage,” he said as I opened my car door.

  “I’d prefer to park out here,” I insisted.

  I could see from his expression he wanted to argue, but he must have figured it wasn’t worth it because he mouthed something, and the garage door closed. It always amazed me the simple things witches used spells for. He held out a hand and smiled. “Let’s get you inside before I forget all the reasons I shouldn’t go down on you in the front seat of your car.”

  My nipples instantly hardened at his words, and I wasn’t sure I could come up with a good reason for him not to go down on me in the front seat of my car. Oh, yeah, people watching and possibly calling the police might be a distraction. Of course, I was already wound so tightly, I could easily climax before the police got here. No! I forced my mind away from those thoughts. Surely, I could wait until we got into the house.

  “First, I need to put my shoes on,” I said, my voice husky with my own arousal. “I can’t drive in them.” After fastening the last strap on my shoe, I looked up to find Dylan still watching me. There he stood, arms crossed in front of his broad chest, and my eyes literally devoured him.

  Climbing out of the car, I grabbed my purse and walked toward the house with Dylan at my side. Even though we weren’t touching, the heat radiating from his body was making me so hot and achy I could barely walk.

  As soon as Dylan opened the front door, he pulled me toward him, and this time, he wasn’t teasing me like he had at Trevor’s. This time, his mouth angled over mine and he kissed me. One hand moved to my hip, bringing me closer, as his tongue stroked mine, sending fire racing through me. Dylan’s kiss was dominant and all consuming, just like him, and I felt completely lost in the sensations his touch elicited.

  When Dylan moved me into the house, I had no idea, but I suddenly found myself pinned against the wall by his large body. I tried to slip one hand between us to stroke him through his pants, but he caught both of my wrists and pinned them against the wall beside my head.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he said against my mouth.

  “Please, let me touch you,” I panted out, because I was desperate to wrap my hands around the thick length of him. I had been since I’d first felt his erection pressed against me.

  “Not yet,” he said, flashing a wicked grin. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise you’ll get to touch me soon.”

 
That cocky grin should annoy me because I hated cocky men, but it looked good on Dylan. What was I saying? Everything looked good on Dylan.

  Dropping to his knees in front of me, Dylan reached for the fastenings on my shoes. “Let’s get these off of you. As sexy as they are, I don’t want you to lose your balance.”

  I nodded and watched as he helped me out of my shoes, which was kind of awkward with me standing with my hands against the wall. Then he stood to face me again. I moved my hands from the wall to reach for him, but Dylan grabbed my wrists and put them beside my head again.

  “Keep your hands right here,” he said as he released my wrists and kissed his way along my collarbone. “I don’t want to see these wrist cuffs leave the wall. Am I making myself clear?”

  All I could do was nod because I was too turned on to speak. Even when I’d first come into my succubus powers, I’d always been the one in control, but Dylan taking charge made me so hot, I couldn’t hold back my whimper of desire.

  Reaching around my back, Dylan pulled my body forward just enough to unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. There we stood, Dylan fully clothed and me in nothing but wrist cuffs and a red lace thong.

  “I was betting on no panties,” Dylan murmured as he stroked the fabric of my panties. “Considering how wet you are, it’s probably a good thing you had these on.”

  My only response was a moan as he continued to run his finger along my panties in a feather light touch that did nothing to relieve the terrible ache between my legs. When I reached down and grasped his wrist to try to increase the pressure, his gaze snapped up to mine.

  “You aren’t very good at taking orders, sweetheart. I guess I’ll have to make sure you obey.” His rich voice and the naughty threat made me press my thighs together to try to ease the almost unbearable ache. Standing, Dylan grabbed my wrists and pinned them beside my head again. “Don’t move your hands from this wall until I give you permission,” he said, and I felt the magical bonds slide across my wrists.

  When I tried to move my hands, they wouldn’t budge. Trapped against the wall, almost completely naked while Dylan was still dressed, made me feel vulnerable. Somehow, that vulnerability aroused me even more, and I was ready to beg for release.

  “Do you like being tied up?” he asked as he toyed with one of my nipples.

  “I’ve never been tied up before tonight,” I admitted, somewhat embarrassed at how vanilla my sex life had been.

  Dylan looked surprised, but then some unreadable expression came over his face. His eyes darkened, and he groaned. Pulling aside my panties, he slid one finger inside of me. There was no controlling the involuntary rocking of my hips as I moved against Dylan’s finger and struggled to get my clit in contact with any part of his arm. Sensing my need, he licked one of his fingers before stroking it along my clit. I was so close, and desperate to come, but I needed more. I needed Dylan.

  “Please, Dylan. I can’t take any more.” My eyes closed, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  “Yes, you can,” he assured me.

  “You don’t understand,” I said desperately. “I’m a succubus. I need you to be here with me, at least this first time.”

  Dylan looked torn; his tongue ran across his lower lip as he stared at his finger, which was still moving in and out of me. “Fine, but after I fuck you, I’m going to suckle that sweet pussy of yours until you scream.”

  Those words nearly made my knees buckle, and I couldn’t hold back my moan. The silky glide of the magical bonds slipping from my wrists was strange and intense. I could only imagine how they’d feel without the cuffs blocking the sensation.

  Without a word, Dylan scooped me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs to his bedroom. After setting me on the king size bed, he stripped off my panties before moving to the bedside table where he shoved my panties into the same drawer he removed a condom from. Returning to the foot of the bed, his gaze traveled up my body until our eyes met. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, simply staring at me.

  “Take your clothes off, Dylan,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows to get a better view of him. “I’ve waited long enough to see you naked.”

  Dylan kicked off his shoes before stripping off the shirt, and I let out a little moan of appreciation at the sight of his torso. With very little hair on his chest, I was able to see every contour of his sinewy muscles. His dark nipples hardened under my appraisal, and I licked my lips, imagining running my tongue over them before working my way down to the line of hair disappearing into his jeans.

  Dylan’s hand reached for his belt buckle, slowly undoing it, teasing me. Finally, he undid his pants and slid them off, along with his boxers.

  “Wow,” I said, not caring how lame that sounded. I was looking forward to exploring every contour of his perfect body tonight—especially his magnificent cock. It wasn’t just long, it was thick, and I could already imagine it stretching me in a way I’d feel for days. Watching him slide the condom on made me long to run my hands across the bare skin before he covered it.

  I expected Dylan’s movements to be frenzied, since he was clearly as aroused as I was, but he had a gentle, controlled quality about him. He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between my legs, while I enjoyed the way his muscles rippled as he moved into place. He was sleek, like some jungle cat, and if he didn’t fuck me soon, I might scream. Then again, I had a feeling I’d be screaming soon after he entered me.

  “From the moment I saw you walk across Trevor’s living room, I knew I had to have you,” he murmured, positioning the head of his penis at my entrance. “I’m going to make sure this is a night you never forget,” he said as he slid into me.

  My body tightened, contracting around him, and I found myself nearly coming undone from that one thrust.

  “You’re so tight and wet,” he groaned, sounding almost like he was in pain.

  “Dylan,” I moaned, unable to manage a coherent sentence. I had no words to express what I needed, but Dylan knew without words. Rocking his pelvis, he put just the right pressure on my sensitive clit, making me whimper with need as I uttered unintelligible words. He continued the torturously slow rocking pace, while I clawed at his ass to bring him closer.

  It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

  “I’m so close,” I panted out.

  “Come for me,” he groaned as he rolled his hips against me. My body tightened around him.

  “Oh, Goddess!” I screamed. “Oh, Dylan!” My orgasm was so intense it was near painful, but Dylan didn’t slow down as I came around his dick. Instead, he changed tactics and began to move in and out of my body in steady strokes. As my brain became less fuzzy, I found myself clawing at his shoulders and lifting my hips to get more contact.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked with a grin, leaning forward to brush his lips against the pulse on my neck. “You need something from me?”

  “Fuck me harder!” I demanded and bit his shoulder to get my point across.

  Dylan growled low in his throat, and I watched his eyes darken as his self-control vanished. With a soft curse, Dylan pulled out and flipped me over, positioning me so I was on my elbows and knees. Then he slammed into me from behind so hard, I almost fell forward. His thrusts continued at a near violent pace.

  One hand reached forward and fisted in my hair as he continued to slam hard and fast into my body. My second orgasm was so close; I could already feel my body coiling tighter in anticipation. This time would be even better. This time, I would feel his orgasm, as well.

  “Not yet,” Dylan said, and I had no clue if he was talking to me or himself, but he suddenly slowed his pace, trying to draw out our pleasure.

  My succubus side wasn’t having it. Reaching for my muted succubus powers, I allowed them to flow from me and wrap around Dylan’s body, careful not to draw on his energy. I was rewarded with a desperate groan as Dylan struggled to stay in control, but I already knew he’d lose that struggle.
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  “Fuck,” Dylan muttered as his fingers dug into my hips, and he slammed into my body almost ruthlessly. All I heard were the sounds of our desperate joining and my own screams as I came hard, spasming around Dylan’s cock. Distantly, I heard Dylan calling out my name and telling me how perfect I was.

  Sated and sleepy, I collapsed on the bed with a contented sigh.

  Chapter Eight

  Dylan

  “Keep those beautiful eyes open a little longer,” I coaxed Allie as I rolled her onto her back and slid down her body. I had every intention of following through with my promise to pleasure her with my mouth. The scent of her arousal wrapped around me, and I inhaled deeply as I lifted her legs over my shoulders, wondering if the way her scent drew me to her was a succubus thing. I’d never heard of anything like that, and something told me it was just Allie.

  “You don’t have to do that,” Allie told me, with a shy smile.

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or ask her what kind of idiots she’d been with in the past. While I knew some guys considered going down on a woman just foreplay to get her in the mood, I loved having a woman’s hot pussy spasm around my tongue as she came undone. “Yeah, I know I don’t have to do this, but I want to. I wasn’t happy having to wait to taste your pussy earlier.”

  Allie giggled—not the reaction I was looking for by any stretch of the imagination.

  “I’m sorry to say this, but you’ve ruined pussy for me,” she said when she saw my confusion. “In fact, I may never be able to hear that word without thinking about the ridiculous ways you used it to win the bet.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “You are nothing like I expected a succubus to be.”

  She snorted. “I just let you take me home from a party and have your way with me. That seems like succubus behavior to me.”

  “I expected you to be all about pleasure, trying to get me to do more,” I admitted and then realized I sounded like a dick when I put it that way. “I also didn’t expect you to tell me I didn’t need to go down on you.”