Sinfully Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 1) (11 page)

“You are mine,” he ground out. “Say it again,” he demanded.

“I can’t,” I barely managed to pant out as he continued to
fuck me. My second orgasm was so close, my body coiled tighter and tighter.
Each thrust pressed against my ass, making it sting and reminding me of the
erotic spanking. “Harder!” That’s when Dylan slowed down. “Don’t stop!” I
practically pleaded.

“Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll let you come again,” he
demanded.

“I’m yours,” I relented, and Dylan reached a hand in front
of me to stroke my clit as he ground against me from behind. I came hard,
screaming and writhing.

Dylan’s own orgasm was right after mine.

I scowled at Dylan over my shoulder. “That doesn’t count
because I said it under duress,” I insisted. “You’re a lawyer, so you know I’m
right.”

Dylan just chuckled as he stepped back and helped me to my
feet before pulling me against him. With my back against his chest, he leaned
forward to nuzzle my ear. “You said it twice, sweetheart. I’ll have to keep
getting you to say it under duress until you believe it.”

If that meant sex like we’d just had, then I wasn’t sure I
minded saying it under duress a few dozen more times. Oh, yes, I was more than
ready for Dylan to spend hours trying to make me believe I was his.

Even though I didn’t want to leave Allie, I couldn’t be late
for the council meeting. “I need to shower and get ready to go,” I said,
kissing her cheek, because if I put my mouth on hers, I’d forget why I needed
to leave and end up inside her again.

“I’m going with you,” she said.

“You can’t go with me, Allie. No matter who your father is,
they aren’t going to let a succubus into that meeting.”

“The meeting is to discuss succubus killings,” she said
almost angrily. “I’d say that means the meeting has plenty to do with me.”

“I agree with you, but the council won’t let you in there
because you aren’t a witch in good standing,” I explained. Arguing about this
was ridiculous. Surely, Julian had told his daughter about witch politics, even
if she wasn’t part of witch society. “There’s more involved with being accepted
by the council than having witch blood.” She would have also heard this in
school.

“Actually, I’m a witch in good standing,” she admitted a
little sheepishly.

She couldn’t have shocked me more if she’d revealed that
she’d been born with a dick. “What did you just say?” I asked slowly.

“You heard me, Dylan,” she said impatiently, as she went
through her bags to find something to wear. “My father sent me to witch school
because he wanted me to be able to take all of my witch tests. That and he’s
hoping I’ll marry a nice warlock someday.”

“And you passed your witch tests?” I asked lamely.

“If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be a witch in good standing,” she
said in a bored tone.

I’d been avoiding any involvement with witches for years,
for fear my mom would push me to take the affinity test with every witch I
dated. Now, I was going to a meeting that my mother would certainly be at, with
a witch I was definitely involved with. The crazy part was that I wasn’t
worried about being involved with Allie so much as my mom meddling in
everything. Allie was skittish enough without my mom trying to push us to
commit.

“Fuck!” I hissed.

“Would it help if I offered to let you spank me for not
telling you?” she asked, her lips curled into a naughty little smile that had
me tempted to take her up on the offer now.

“Don’t try to distract me, Allie,” I said.

“If you’re worried that my father is going to insist on some
sort of relationship just because you slept with me, you can stop worrying.
He’s not one of the traditional witches,” she said, obviously trying to reassure
me. “He’d never force me to be with any warlock.”

“Perhaps you should be a little more worried about what my
parents will do,” I said. “They have as much right to insist we take an
affinity test as your father does.”

“They wouldn’t really do that,” she said, but the way the
color drained from her face proved she wasn’t sure if that was true or not.

“Under normal circumstances, my mom is very much against
arranged marriages,” I said. “She’s become pretty desperate to get me to settle
down with a nice witch recently. Actually, I think she’d settle for any witch
at this point.”

“I have every right to refuse,” she insisted.

What surprised me most was how pissed I suddenly was.
“What’s so bad about being with me?” I demanded. “You don’t seem to mind my
company, and I’m not exactly undesirable.”

Allie rolled her eyes and muttered something about me being
dropped on my head as a baby before continuing. “We don’t have time for this
ridiculous discussion. I need to shower and dress for the meeting.” Then she
frowned. “I didn’t even think to pack my robe. Do you think we have time to
stop by my apartment to pick it up on the way there?”

“We should, but it’ll be easier if I message Trevor and have
him bring one for you. He always has at least one extra robe for when his
sisters visit, so it won’t be too big for you.”

That’s when I heard Allie’s stomach rumble and realized
neither of us had eaten yet. “Let’s shower quickly and grab lunch,” I
suggested.

“Do we have time to make another quick stop before the
meeting?” Allie asked. “I promise it won’t take more than a few minutes, and
it’s on the way.”

I started to say no, but something in her eyes told me this
was important. “Sure, as long it’s not too far out of the way. As much as it
pains me to say this, we’d better shower separately or we won’t make it.”

If that suggestion didn’t prove that I wanted more than sex
from Allie, I didn’t know what would.

Of all the places I’d imagined Allie asking me to stop, a
rundown trailer tucked away in the backyard of a house in Hayward was not on my
list of possibilities.

“Why exactly are we here?” I asked Allie as we walked
through the back gate, which looked like it was going to fall off its hinges at
any moment.

“Who’s that with you?” called out a gruff male voice from
the shadows of the trailer.

“My friend, Dylan, drove me today,” Allie explained as she
approached cautiously, making me worry more than a little about who was at that
trailer. “Look down,” she warned me, and it was then that I noticed her gaze
was directed at the ground, as well.

“You know I don’t like strangers,” the man said as he
stepped out of the shadows. The man was tall and wide through the shoulders and
chest, giving him an intimidating appearance. He’d also apparently given up on
shaving or cutting his hair, but thankfully, it smelled like he still bathed.
It was hard to miss the way the sleeve of his shirt hung empty on his left
side.

“Stop being such a grump,” Allie admonished as she walked
right up to the giant and hugged him without making eye contact.

His burly arm wrapped around her, and he let out a rumbling
sigh. “I heard someone’s been killing your kind, girlie,” he said. “You might
want to find a better bodyguard than a pretty warlock.”

Allie finally looked up at the gruff man and smiled. “He is
too pretty, isn’t he?”

“Only way he’ll be much protection is if your attacker
challenges him to a beauty pageant,” the man said with a smirk directed at me.
That’s when I decided this downcast eyes thing Allie suggested wasn’t going to
fly. I’d never been good at acting submissive.

“I saved her life last night, so I think I can keep her
safe,” I said, realizing how childish I sounded after the words left my mouth.

“Puny little thing like you?” the guy asked.

“Knock it off, Gryphon,” Allie warned. “I know it’s close to
the full moon, but you’re old enough to control yourself better.”

That confirmed my suspicions about his guy being a werewolf.
While there were some varieties of demons that a smart person didn’t make eye
contact with, the werewolves were the biggest threat when their dominance was
challenged. As a rule, werewolves didn’t live on their own because they were
social creatures who needed the support of the pack. Unfortunately, some packs
cast out those with injuries, which explained why Gryphon was living alone, and
probably why he’d let himself go to some extent.

“You’re right, girlie,” Gryphon said with a chuckle. “Back
to my point, the pack does some security work, and they could watch out for
you.”

“I’m fine,” Allie assured him. “Dylan’s not as weak as he
looks.”

I might have taken offense to what she’d said if I didn’t
know she was working the werewolf. It would not do for him to think I was a
threat because they could get very territorial. Even missing an arm, I figured
this guy could fight a grizzly bear.

“How did you meet?” I asked.

“I was about to jump off the Bay Bridge,” Gryphon explained.

“You were going to kill yourself?” I asked, because that was
pretty uncommon among werewolves since they were so hard to kill.

“No, I was taking up diving,” he snapped before turning to
Allie. “You sure you want to trust this one to take care of you? He’s not too
bright.”

“That’s not very nice, Gryph,” she admonished, and he gave
her a toothy grin.

“So, Allie saved your life?” I asked.

“Yeah, she’s the type that thinks she can save us all,”
Gryphon said. “Crazy woman is forever collecting lost causes.”

“You aren’t a lost cause,” Allie argued.

“Nah, but I was when you found me,” he said before focusing
completely on me. “How long have you known Allie?” he asked.

“Only a couple of days,” I admitted.

“Then you don’t know yet,” he said.

“Know what?” I asked.

“That she’s too nice for her own good. Damn demon needs a
keeper,” he pointed out. “She needs a mate to take care of her and make sure
she stays away from lost causes. Some of us feral ones are too dangerous.”

“No matter how much I like you, Gryphon, I am not going to
listen to your macho lines about how I need a man,” Allie replied firmly.

“If you’re going to adopt a male werewolf, then you’d better
get used to macho posturing,” I said.

Gryphon let out a loud booming laugh and slapped me on the
back so hard, I nearly fell face first onto the ground. “You might not be so
bad, warlock,” he said. “What’s your name again?”

“Dylan Hunt,” I told him with a nod.

“Well, Dylan Hunt,” he said. “You’d better not let anything
happen to our little demon here. She may be a pushy pain in the ass some days,
but she’s got a bigger heart than most. She’s also one of the few people I
trust.”

“Pushy pain in the ass?” Allie asked, hands on her hips
trying to look stern. “You’re just lucky I like you, Gryphon.”

“That I am,” he admitted, and then shifted uncomfortably.
“I’m not going to kill myself. You know that, right?”

“I know,” Allie said and gave him another hug.

“Then why do you keep coming by to check on me?” he asked.
“I know you were worried I’d try again before, but I’m good now. Well, I’m
getting better,” he assured her.

“She comes by because she likes you,” I said. “Allie’s not
going to stop caring just because you’re doing better.”

Gryphon looked somewhat embarrassed by what I’d said, and I
wondered if he’d had any real friends when he was in the pack. While I hadn’t
recognized Gryphon at first, I did now. He’d been the main enforcer for one of
the local packs and one of the most feared werewolves in the country. The only
reason he hadn’t ruled his own pack was his lack of interpersonal skills and
his utterly ruthless nature. I guess I wasn’t the only one who felt like a
different man around Alana Talbot.

I’m not sure there is anything more annoying than attending
a Council of Witches meeting. Back in high school, I came to the realization
that the acronym for Council of Witches was COW. Needless to say, the council
has no sense of humor and doesn’t appreciate being referred to as COWs.

No one would guess that the conservative two-story business
compound just outside of Bishop Ranch in San Ramon was where the Council of
Witches met. That wasn’t the only thing housed in the building. There were also
witch medical offices, a witch college, and the offices of all high-ranking
council members, just to name a few things. Naturally, there was also a special
area for the familiars to stay when their witches were working or attending
school in the building.

Trevor was waiting outside the meeting room, dressed in his
rich crimson robe, another robe draped over his arm. That’s when I realized the
problem with borrowing a robe from Trevor’s family. Robe colors were assigned
to families based on status. Trevor and Dylan were both in crimson because
their families were considered equal in status. My family wore black, and there
would be serious speculation about my relationship with Dylan if I wore a
crimson robe to the meeting.

Trevor held out the robe without a word, but based on the
amusement in his eyes, I was pretty sure he’d already figured out the problem
with the robe color but chosen to keep his traitorous mouth shut.

“I can’t walk in there wearing this robe,” I said quietly,
careful not to make a scene.

“Put the damn robe on,” Dylan said, and I could tell he was
on edge about something. Maybe he’d just realized the problem, too, and he was
mad at himself for not thinking of it. Surely, he couldn’t blame me for this
since he was the one who’d suggested getting the robe from Trevor. Then I
realized he might not have realized the problem and might think I was being
difficult for no reason.

“If I put this on, the COWs will make assumptions,” I
insisted.

Trevor laughed. “Don’t use that term in there or you’ll be
in even more trouble than you were in school. Also, don’t worry about what
everyone thinks. I thought about that on the way over, and I figure we’ll just
tell everyone you’re under my protection since my parents aren’t very traditional.
The council can make all the assumptions they want about our relationship, and
I’ll have a lot of explaining to do with my mom later, but it’ll be fine.”

“She’s under my protection,” Dylan ground out.

“Are you out of your spell casting mind?” I demanded. “Why
not just lift your leg and pee on me?”

Dylan looked at me like I was crazy, and then he laughed.
“Fine, I’m a possessive asshole, but I still don’t want people thinking you’re
with anyone other than me. In my defense, I don’t have much experience with
relationships. I just want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours,” I insisted.

“You admitted you’re mine twice today,” he argued.

“Under duress,” I reminded him and then let out a sigh
because I was acting like a bitch for no good reason. My choices were to wear
the robe or not attend the meeting. “Just give me the robe so we can get this
over with.”

Trevor laughed as he helped me into the robe. “Are you going
to be okay sitting in the meeting?”

I looked at him over my shoulder, waiting for further
explanation.

“I just figured you might be a little sore after that
spanking Dylan gave you earlier,” he teased.

Trevor was trying to embarrass me, and I was a little
embarrassed that he knew about what had happened—what I had no doubt would
happen again since I’d enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. Embarrassed
or not, I had no intention of letting Trevor get the last word. “It does sting
a little,” I lied in a breathy voice. “I’m sure it’ll be hard to stay still
when the stinging gets worse, and I can’t stop thinking about having Dylan’s
masterful hands on me again.”

Dylan coughed to cover a laugh, and I had trouble keeping a
straight face myself.

Trevor swallowed hard. “Fuck, Allie! You are going to make
me hard for the meeting.”

“What happened to you not being interested in Allie that
way?” Dylan demanded.

“I’m not,” Trevor said. “I’m just taking the scene she
created and picturing someone else. In case you were wondering, I’m also
picturing her over my knee instead of yours.”

Dylan didn’t cover his laugh this time. Trevor really had a
way of lightening the mood.

“You’re such a moron,” I said. “How do I stay friends with
you?”

Trevor gave me an adorable grin. “Admit it. I’m completely
irresistible.”

“Let’s get into the room before Trevor’s head gets too big
to fit through the door,” Dylan suggested as he placed a hand on my elbow to
lead me in. It was my turn to swallow hard as the nerves returned. How bad
could it possibly be?