Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2) (24 page)

I was going to die from pleasure overload, and I was most
likely going to beg for it to happen. I wasn’t the submissive type, but I loved
having Trevor control my pleasure because it freed me up to just feel. When
Trevor helped me stand, he pressed his erection against my ass. I reached a
hand back, wanting to free his dick from his pants and wrap my fingers around
it, but Trevor released me and stepped away.

“Don’t you want me to help you with that?” I asked, turning
to face him with a sweet smile.

Trevor’s eyes darkened. “Behave.”

“Or what?” I asked.

“You already know what happens to bad little witches,” he
rasped out, pulling me closer to his body and bending his knees to press his
erection against me.

After three intense orgasms, my need for Trevor’s touch
shouldn’t be this intense, but I was dying to have him inside of me. “I thought
you couldn’t wait to get in me,” I pouted. “Let me help you with your problem.”

Trevor’s lips lifted into a sexy grin. “I am going to turn
your ass a lovely shade of red for teasing me.”

“Teasing you?” I asked. “It seems you’re the one who’s
teasing me.”

Trevor’s grin widened. “I do love teasing you. Now, get that
sexy ass of yours over to the bed.”

My hips swayed back and forth as I walked across the room, knowing
Trevor’s eyes were on me the entire time. That was exactly what I wanted, to
make Trevor lose control, much like he’d made me. I noticed the box of condoms
on the bedside table, thankful Trevor had thought to have them brought up to
our room.

“Not yet,” he told me when his eyes followed mine to the
box. “Don’t you remember me promising you a spanking?”

“You also promised to fuck me against the door first,” I
reminded him.

“I fucked you with my mouth,” he told me.

“Please, Trevor.” I wasn’t above begging at this point. “I
need you in me. I’m going crazy.”

“Bend over the bed,” Trevor told me, and I was relieved when
I saw him reach for the box of condoms. “Rest your cheek on the bed and put
your hands as far out in front of you as you can,” he ordered, and I instantly
obeyed.

The heat of Trevor’s magic gliding along my body made me
moan. It also distracted me from the spell that bound my wrists, holding them
stretched above my head. When I tried to move my feet, I felt the magic bonds
holding them in place, with my legs spread slightly. I could barely move, but
rather than being angry about being trapped, I was aroused. My nipples
hardened, and heat pooled between my legs.

When Trevor pushed my skirt up, and his hand slapped down on
my ass, I jerked as much as the bindings would allow. “What should I do with
you, honey?”

“Fuck me?” I suggested.

His hand slapped down onto my other ass cheek, and he landed
three more stinging swats before he spoke again. “You like it when I spank you,
don’t you?” He didn’t wait for a reply before smacking my ass four more times
in quick succession. The sting felt so good at this point that I was moaning.
“Answer me,” he ordered, leaning over my body to bite the back of my neck.

I’d been so distracted, I hadn’t noticed Trevor had taken
his clothes off. The hard length of his erection pressed against my ass.

Trevor stood and spanked me hard, making me squirm in a
futile attempt to bring my legs closer together. “Tell me how much you like it
when I spank you.”

“I love it when you spank me,” I admitted with no shame. “I
can’t take anymore, Trevor.”

His hand slid between my legs, stroking me, and he moaned
when he felt my wetness. I was squirming in an effort to get even closer to his
hand.

I heard the tearing of the condom wrapper, shortly before I
felt the head of Trevor’s dick at my entrance. I groaned when I tried to press
back against him and realized I couldn’t.

“Take the spell off!” I pleaded.

My demand was met with a husky chuckle from Trevor as he
slowly slid into my body. How he was maintaining his self-control, I had no
clue. I’d have cast a spell of my own if my brain hadn’t completely
short-circuited from lust.

Once he was pressed all the way inside of my body, I heard
Trevor’s sexy groan. The magical bonds slowly released, and as they did, I felt
his heated magic caress my skin while his fingers gripped my hips. Trevor’s
thrusts were slow and methodical. I pressed back against him, needing more
contact, needing him to fuck me harder.

“More,” I insisted.

“More what, honey?” he asked, and I loved the strained
quality of his voice. He wasn’t nearly as in control as I’d thought.

“I need you to fuck me harder,” I ground out, rocking back
to meet his slow thrusts.

“Demanding little witch,” he murmured. “I fucking love that
about you.”

Trevor’s thrusts increased in intensity until he was lifting
my feet off the ground each time he slammed into my body. I was making loud
keening noises as Trevor drove me to the edge.

“Oh, Goddess!” I moaned loudly. My orgasm was just out of
reach, and the pleasure was driving me insane.

“Fuck,” Trevor hissed, pulling out. Before I could complain,
he flipped me onto my back and thrust into my body again. “I need to see your
face when you come.”

My eyes locked with Trevor’s. He was even sexier with the
look of complete concentration on his face. His gaze was locked with mine as he
filled my body completely. Everything about this man aroused me, and it wasn’t
long until I was screaming his name while my body convulsed around his dick.

He shouted with his own release before murmuring, “I love
you. I love you so damn much.”

Knowing Melina was mine—really and truly my witch—had
triggered some primal part of my brain that made me want to claim her in every
way. If Melina knew how close I’d come to fucking her with no condom, she’d
probably zap me with that impotence spell I’d been told she could expertly
wield. I’d never, not even in my stupid teen years, been tempted to fuck any
witch without a condom, but Melina wasn’t just any witch. She was my witch. I’d
also admitted that I loved her. What the hell had I been thinking? Melina
wasn’t ready for any declarations of love.

“I’ll be right back,” I told Melina as I made my way to the
bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“Trevor,” Melina called out from the bedroom.

“Yeah,” I replied, walking back into the room, trying to
look casual.

“There’s no reason for either of us to get weird about what
you said,” she began. “People say things they don’t mean during sex.”

At least, I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Now, I was getting
pissed at Melina for trying to make my declaration of love out to be nothing
more than my dick stealing too much blood for my brain to function. “I don’t
say those sorts of things during sex. I have never said that to
any
witch
before today.”

She let out a sigh and climbed off the bed to walk toward
me. “I’m sure the affinity test was affecting your self-control when you said
it. There were a lot of things going on today.”

Since I felt like it was a mistake to tell her how I felt
now, I should jump on these excuses. Melina had made it easy for me to play
this off and avoid a seriously uncomfortable talk, but I didn’t want to pretend
I hadn’t told her I loved her. Maybe my timing sucked, but that didn’t change
how I felt.

She was standing in front of me, giving me a reassuring
smile. “Stop stressing about this, Trevor. I’m not going to freak out over
confessions made during sex.”

I moved closer to her, sliding one arm around her lower back
and cupping her cheek with my other hand. When she looked up at me, I leaned
forward to brush my lips against her. “Since you aren’t planning to hold any
confessions I make during sex against me, I guess I’ll have to say this again.
I love you, Melina Blackwood. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

She gave me a sly smile. “I know.”

I blinked twice as her words registered in my brain. “You
know?”

“Yes, I know. I just wanted to see if you had the balls to
admit it to me, or if you’d let me give you an easy out,” she pulled away and
walked toward the phone. “I’m starved. Let’s order room service.”

“Hold up!” I called out. “You know how I feel, and you’re
not freaking out about it?”

She looked at me over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow.
“Why would I freak out?”

“I figured you weren’t ready to admit to our feelings. I
thought I’d need to work harder to convince you we belong together,” I
admitted.

My annoying witch laughed. “You are such an idiot,” she told
me with a shake of her head. “Did I not take an affinity test with you?”

“Does this mean you love me, too?” I asked.

“Do you really need me to tell you how I feel?” she asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. “It would be nice to hear the words.”

She shook her head.

“You’re going to refuse to tell me you love me?” I demanded,
but then I worried she might be saying she didn’t love me, and my face fell.
“Forget I asked that question.”

“You are such a moron,” she muttered. “Of course, I love
you. I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t.”

In that moment, I could almost forget the many things we had
to worry about. I could almost forget my crazy ex out killing people and the
danger I’d put Melina in. My witch loved me, and I had every intention of
spending the rest of the night showing her how much she meant to me.

She must have caught the hunger in my gaze because she put
up a hand. “Food first. Geez! This is why I didn’t want to tell you I loved you
until after I ate.”

Pictures of that whore had been posted on all the witch
sites on the internet by people claiming to have seen her and Trevor pass their
affinity test. The demon bitch must have somehow convinced Trevor’s father to
lie, saying they’d passed when it wasn’t possible. At first, I’d wanted to kill
her, but now, I knew death would be too good for her. I didn’t have the stomach
to torture her long enough to make her pay for the pain she’d caused me.

As for Trevor, he would definitely pay for all the pain he’d
put me through. I would own him and make him suffer just as he was making me
suffer. Tearing my eyes from the photos of Trevor and the whore, I looked down
at the mutilated witch. It was Melina Blackwood’s fault the witch was dead. She
was the reason I’d had to kill. Trevor also had to take some of the blame for
this witch’s death.

This witch hadn’t been the one I’d hoped to grab. It had
been my plan to hurt Trevor after the pain he’d caused me by taking an affinity
test with another woman. His sister was staying at his house, and I’d figured
she’d make an easy target. That had all changed when I’d realized there was a werewolf
at Trevor’s home with his sister. After finding the werewolf there, I’d been
forced to take a disappointing substitute. The little witch had pleaded for her
life and promised me anything if I let her live.

I needed to make sure Trevor and the bitch knew about this
kill and understood that it was their fault. Looking back at the witch’s
remains, I felt the pulsing between my legs.

“Does it arouse you?” I asked Zahrel.

He was dressed in his black hooded robe again, his
long-fingered hands the only part of him visible. With the power of these last
kills, he no longer looked skeletal or faded in and out, but he still remained
hidden for the most part. “Does what arouse me?” he asked, sounding bored.

“The kill,” I said, gesturing to the dead witch.

“I enjoy your arousal,” he replied after a long pause. “The
death itself isn’t arousing. I’m not fond of killing or torture.”

I let out a quick bark of laughter. “You encouraged me to
torture someone. How can you say you don’t enjoy torture?”

“I’m a sex demon,” he explained. “Your arousal helps feed my
power. The more twisted that arousal is, the more I gain from it. You look
shocked.”

“I’d assumed that since you’re imprisoned for some horrible
crime, you’d be more brutal,” I admitted. “What was your crime?”

“Tax evasion,” he said simply.

“What?”

“I’ve been imprisoned for tax evasion,” he stated. “The IRS
is run by demons, and they don’t take kindly to one of their own refusing to
pay taxes.”

“That’s really all you did?” I demanded, unable to believe
what he’d said.

“There might have been a few minor incidents involving
draining all the blood from some witches,” he added with a wistful sigh. “Witch
blood is by far my favorite during sex, and it’s hard to know when to stop. I
wonder what Melina Blackwood’s blood will taste like.”

At the mention of her name, I felt my anger rise. I would be
glad when she was out of my life for good.

“I’m going to send pictures of the witch to Trevor and the
whore. I want them to know that their actions have caused another death,” I
tossed my phone onto the table and grabbed the one I’d bought for this.

Zahrel shoved his hood back to reveal a surprisingly boring
face with nondescript features, brown hair, and brown eyes. “Are you trying to
make it harder to get to your warlock and my demon?” His growl vibrated around
the room, making the pictures on the walls shake.

“What should I do?” I demanded. “Should I let them think
everything is fine and that I’m not going to make them suffer for this?”

“Yes,” Zahrel hissed. “Let them believe they are safe so
they let their guards down. How do you expect to get to them if they know
you’re coming?”

I laughed at the foolish demon. “I already have a plan to
get to them. I’ve been waiting for you to reach full strength. Now, we can
finish this.”

Zahrel flashed an evil grin. “I’m ready to claim my prize.
Tell me your plan.”