Sinfully Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 1) (2 page)

Trying to get out of my apartment without talking to my
roommate, Delilah, was my goal for tonight—an impossible task since Delilah had
ears like a bat. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, Delilah bounced out
of her bedroom dressed like a biker Catholic school girl. I didn’t think that
look was possible until I’d met Delilah, who favored knee-length plaid skirts
paired with leather corsets and boots. Most days, she also wore her long brown
hair in pigtails. I’d met Delilah through a friend of my mom’s when we were
both looking for roommates. While we didn’t have much in common, it was nice
having another succubus close by.

“Off to work?” Delilah asked with a sweet smile. She was
barely nineteen and had only come into her succubus powers a year ago, so she
was constantly on the prowl for sex. While it was technically illegal for her
to set foot in SpellBinders, the sex club I worked at, my sleazebag boss looked
the other way when it came to sex demons breaking the rules, probably because
it was good for business to have more sex demons in his club.

All I had to do was say no. One little lie, and I’d be on my
way to SpellBinders without arguing with Delilah about the many reasons she
shouldn’t go there unless she was looking for a way to feed off sexual energy
without actually having sex. It’s not that I had anything against sex clubs,
either. As a succubus, I’d been in more than my share of them over the years.
Working at SpellBinders had just made me somewhat bitter—probably because some
of the things I’d seen there were enough to give most people nightmares.

“Yes, I’m going to work,” I admitted with a sigh because I
was a terrible liar, and my clothes were a dead giveaway, anyway. I was a jeans
and t-shirt kind of girl and only wore this leather corset dress to work.

Delilah jumped up and down, clapping her hands. Moments like
these made me want to protect her from the ugliness of the world. While most of
our kind became pretty jaded within a month of getting their succubus powers,
Delilah still had a youthful innocence about her.

“It might be a good idea for you to wear your cuffs,” I
suggested, tapping the spelled leather wrist cuffs I wore. The cuffs were
designed to suppress succubus abilities, and I had several pairs in different
colors and fabrics. I even had waterproof ones for the shower. I’d also given
Delilah several pairs since she attended a human college.

“Nah, I’m planning to use all my sex demon wiles tonight,”
she said with a giggle. “Let me grab my purse and fake ID. It’s been a week
since I had a man, and I’m starting to snap at people at school.”

I sighed because I knew she was right about her need for
sex, but I still wished she’d find somewhere else to get it.

My phone buzzed, and I looked down to see that my mom was
calling. Inwardly groaning, I debated letting it go to voicemail. Then I
realized how futile that would be. If my mom got my voicemail, she’d just call
Delilah to check on me. Either way, I was going to end up talking to her, so I
might as well get it over with.

It’s not that I don’t love my mom, she’s great, but she’s
also a succubus and is always worried that I’m not getting enough sex. My last
sexual encounter with a partner was more than six months ago, so she probably
had good reason to worry. Oh, I get plenty of battery-powered love, but it’s
not the same. Still, I hadn’t been inclined to deal with any man since my last
boyfriend decided I wasn’t the type of girl a man brought home to meet his
mother. Since then, I just hadn’t felt the urge to sleep with random guys—much
to my mother’s dismay. My lack of interest in casual hookups was the only reason
I worked at SpellBinders. There was enough sexual energy on slow nights to
satisfy my succubus needs.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, trying to sound as happy and energetic as
Delilah did.

“You sound tired,” were the first words out of her mouth,
which meant I’d failed at sounding energetic. “Are you getting enough sex?”

“I’m fine, Mom,” I assured her, nearly groaning. Why
couldn’t I have been born a witch, or anything else that didn’t involve my
mother pushing me to have sex every time she called?

“You don’t sound fine,” she insisted. “When was the last
time you had sex? I’m not talking about a quickie. That kind of fast food won’t
hold you over very long. A long slow fuck gives you much more energy, and those
kinky ones are the best for recharging,” my mother added. “The kinky ones will
really fill you up. Sometimes you can feed from them without even having sex,
not that I understand why anyone would choose to skip sex.” If I wasn’t
mistaken, that last comment was directed at me. “There was this one demon with
a thing for spanking. He liked to spank and be spanked with all sorts of crazy
things. Sometimes, neither of us could sit afterward, but I could go days
without sex after a night with him if I needed to. Don’t they have spanking
rooms at the club you work at? A good spanking might be just what you need to
get some energy.”

“Mom!” I said quickly. Geez! Was it really too much to hope
I could avoid talking about sex with my mom just this once? At the very least,
I’d like to avoid having her paint images of her spanking a demon. Yes, I’m
different from any other succubus I know. I blame it on my parents for sending
me to school with witches who didn’t talk about sex with their parents the way
sex demons do. If I’d gone to school with other sex demons, I might not have
turned out the way I did. Or, maybe it was the fact that I was only
half-succubus that caused my instincts to be all out of whack.

“Sending you to that witch school messed up your values,”
she said with a sad sigh. Obviously, she was having the same thoughts I was.
“Giving in to your father on that was a huge mistake.”

Since my father was a warlock, he’d insisted I attend the
same school he had, and my mom had given in because she still felt bad about
sleeping with him when he was married, not that she’d ever admit that to
anyone. My mom hated admitting that she believed in monogamous relationships,
but I knew the truth. I’d seen her reading mushy romance novels ever since I
was little. I’d snuck them out of her stash to read myself. After my last boyfriend,
I swore to get over my hopeless romantic tendencies.

“Listen, Mom, I have to get to work. You don’t need to worry
about me feeding, because there’s plenty of energy at the club,” I assured her.

“Fine,” my mother relented. “Just promise me you’ll have sex
soon.”

“I promise,” I said, and it wasn’t exactly a lie since I
planned to spend time with my favorite waterproof vibrator, a bubble bath, and
some steamy erotica on my day off tomorrow.

Delilah came out of the bedroom, ready to go, with a hand
over her mouth to cover her giggles. Obviously, she’d been standing at her
bedroom door listening to my conversation with my mother.

“Not one word or I’ll tell your mom you haven’t had sex in a
week,” I warned Delilah.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she gasped, and then burst into another
fit of giggles. “I plan to remedy that tonight, anyway. It’s crazy going to
school with a bunch of humans and having to hide who I am all the time. They
tell me all about how their moms call asking if they’ve eaten enough. My mom
doesn’t care if I eat at all as long as I’m getting enough dick. I wish they’d
let us into the witch colleges. Then I wouldn’t have to pretend I’m human.”

That was another thing that sucked about being a succubus.
Demons could only attend human or demon colleges. Not all demons were nice, and
you always ran the risk of being eaten if you attended a demon college. That
wasn’t as much of a problem for the scarier species, but sex demons didn’t have
much in the way of defenses. While a succubus, even a full-blooded succubus,
could attend a witch high school, we weren’t allowed in any witch schools once
our powers came in, which made sense considering how distracting a succubus
could be.

“Believe me, you’d just end up with the same crazy hang-ups
I have if you spent too much time around witches,” I assured her.

“I wouldn’t mind spending time around that yummy warlock of
yours,” she practically purred.

“Trevor?” I asked.

“Yes, he is so totally hot,” she said. “Do you think he’d be
interested in meeting me at SpellBinders tonight?”

I could see why she’d find Trevor attractive. With his
close-cropped brown hair, soulful brown eyes, and full lips, he was definitely
something to look at. He also spent enough time in the gym to keep himself fit.
Still, sleeping with Trevor had never even crossed my mind. We were more like
buddies than anything else, and I always felt I could really be myself around
him. I already knew he wouldn’t be interested in Delilah because Trevor was a
hopeless romantic, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

“Trevor’s not really into one-night stands,” I warned her,
and it was true.

“Such a pity,” she said with a wistful smile. “I’m sure I’ll
find an acceptable specimen at the club tonight.”

Mention of Trevor reminded me that I’d promised to stop by
his party tonight. As a rule, I didn’t go to Trevor’s parties, but he’d sounded
kind of down when we’d talked yesterday. Maybe I’d make my mother happy by
finding a warlock to have sex with at Trevor’s. Hopefully, that would get me
out of being nagged for a few weeks.

A few hours with a hot warlock suddenly sounded much better
than my solo plans. My mind instantly moved to the warlock I’d had a serious
crush on back in school, making me wonder if Dylan Hunt would make an
appearance. As I understood it, he attended fewer of Trevor’s parties than I
did, so it wasn’t likely. Oh well, I probably wouldn’t have had the nerve to
approach him anyway.

“You should take your own car,” I told Delilah. “I’m going
to hang out with Trevor after work.”

“Not to worry,” Delilah said with a bounce in her step. “I’m
not planning on staying until you get off work, anyway. I just want to take
care of business and get home to finish my paper that’s due Monday. That’s when
I’ll wish I was a witch.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I met this witch who uses a spell to type what she’s
thinking,” Delilah explained.

“You can get a computer program to type what you say,” I
told her.

“Not nearly as cool, Allie,” she insisted. “Now, let’s go
get me a man to feed my succubus needs.” She grabbed her wrist cuffs from the
coffee table and stuffed them into her purse. “I’ll put these on when I’m done
to make you happy.”

Trevor’s house was full of people I either didn’t know or
wished I didn’t know. At the moment, a half-naked blonde witch by the name of
Briar was perched on my lap, telling me all about her lineage. I hadn’t invited
her to sit on my lap, but she was one of those pretty, well-connected witches
who believed every warlock wanted her. It was no exaggeration to say I was so
bored I was tempted to shove her off my lap and head home. Trevor handed me
another beer, saving the witch from being dropped on the floor for at least a
few more minutes.

“Stop scowling, Dylan,” Trevor said as he sat down beside
me. “This is a party, not a fucking funeral.”

“I’m getting too old for this shit,” I muttered, earning me
a scowl from Briar, who seemed to finally be picking up on the fact that I
wasn’t interested. The girl wasn’t dumb, just too self-absorbed to believe
anyone might not be hanging on her every word. “I think I’m going to head
home,” I said as I scanned the room.

“You can’t leave yet,” Trevor insisted. “Not until you meet
Allie.”

“Fine, I’ll stay a little longer,” I relented. “If she’s not
here in thirty minutes, I’m going home.”

“Why don’t we go find a room where we can be alone?” Briar
asked, trying for a sexy, husky voice, but failing miserably. When you had a
voice high enough to break glass, it was hard to pull off sexy. Clearly, she
figured that out, and her blush made her look more like a young girl trying to
appear more confident than she was.

Now that she didn’t seem so mercenary, I felt bad for her
because I was being a moody prick. I gave her a genuine smile. “Sorry, honey,
but I don’t mess around with witches. If I did, I’d be beyond tempted to take
you up on that offer. Why don’t you go find a warlock who’s worth your time?”

With an annoyed huff, Briar got off my lap, made an
exaggerated show of smoothing her skirt, and walked away with her cute little
ass swaying back and forth. No denying Briar was attractive, but she, like most
witches, wanted much more than I was willing to offer. She also wasn’t really
my type. Briar was like one those girlie drinks they served in bars. She was
pretty and sweet, but not quite my idea of satisfying.

Just then, a stunning brunette walked by, making me
instantly hard. An hour of Briar sitting on my lap hadn’t done more than make
my leg numb, but the brunette was making me ache to touch her. Now, this woman
was no frilly bar drink—she was a shot of expensive whisky, warming me all
over. Wearing a leather bustier style dress that barely covered her large
breasts and round ass, I would bet my left nut she wasn’t wearing a bra or
panties, and damn if I didn’t want to find out. She had on impossibly
high-heeled black strappy shoes that brought attention to her shapely legs.
Witch or not, I wanted her bad, and I’d break my rule for a night with her.

“Allie!” Trevor called out, and I nearly swallowed my tongue
when the woman practically making me pant turned and gave Trevor a smile.

“That’s Allie?” I asked, sounding like a complete idiot.
“The Allie who’s just one of the guys?”

She laughed as she snatched the bottle of beer from my hand.
“Nothing gets past the infamous Dylan Hunt, does it?” she asked before taking a
swig of my beer and walking off with the bottle. The sway of her perfect ass
was nearly hypnotic, and I simply could not tear my gaze from it until she
turned the corner, moving out of my line of vision. Allie was definitely not
one of the guys.

I wasn’t really surprised she knew who I was, since I was
considered one of the most eligible warlocks, thanks to my mother having a
friend write that stupid article in the hopes of finding a witch for me. I’d
had witches approaching me before that, but my mom had made sure almost every
witch in the area would recognize me. Usually, it annoyed me that people knew
who I was, but I was preening like a fucking peacock knowing
Allie
recognized me, and wasn’t that just insane?

“Need a towel to wipe up that drool?” Trevor asked before
handing me another beer. I’d been so caught up in thoughts of Allie, I hadn’t
even noticed him leave.

“What the fuck, Trev?” I asked.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Trevor said. “That girl is
crazy hot, but that shouldn’t really be a surprise since all succubi are.
Considering they need sex to survive, that’s a good thing. Can you imagine an
ugly succubus trying to lure men into her bed?”

I’d never met a mature succubus outside of a sex club—not
that I’d been to many sex clubs, but I’d naturally been curious about them as
soon as I was old enough to get in. There had been a few succubi at the high
school I’d attended, but none of them looked like much until they turned
eighteen and came into their succubus powers. Our school hadn’t allowed any
mature succubi to attend, for fear they’d be a too much of a distraction. I
couldn’t even imagine how much of a distraction Allie would have been. At the
moment, I was having trouble thinking about more than getting inside of her.

“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.