That was the irritating thing about being horny; my mind turned to mush when I was thinking about how good it would be to have Trevor buried inside of me. “What did you have in mind?” I heard myself ask, and I could almost feel the trap being sprung.
“You spend the next month with me,” he began in a rough voice. “You spend that month in my house, in my bed, every night,” he murmured, and my legs were trembling from arousal caused by the images his words evoked. “If, at the end of that time, I’m bored and ready to move on, I promise to leave you alone.”
I let out an irritated huff. “That is the stupidest bargain I’ve ever heard. Basically, you want me to give you what you want.”
“What we both want,” he corrected. “You’re just too stubborn to admit it. What I have in mind is more along the lines of a bet.”
“A bet?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he replied. “Tell me what you want if you win.”
“Fine,” I agreed with a sweet smile. “When I win, you will not only leave me alone, you’ll get I am a man-whore tattooed on a body part of my choosing.”
Trevor laughed. “You’ve got a deal, but you have to agree to my part of the wager first.”
“Name your terms,” I told him confidently.
“Since your terms are two-part, I think it’s only fair that mine be two-part, don’t you agree?” he asked.
“No problem. Just tell me what you want,” I demanded because I needed some breathing space to think about what I was about to agree to. A month living with Trevor? I must have lost my mind to even consider something like that.
“When I win, you agree to take an affinity test with me,” he began.
My hesitation was for good reason. Even though I didn’t believe there was a chance of Trevor winning, I’d warned Allie about betting things she wasn’t willing to lose. An affinity test was a very serious thing with witches and not something you did without a lot of consideration. Then I had to wonder why I was worrying about taking the affinity test when I knew Trevor couldn’t live with me for a month. At least, I didn’t think he could.
“Why the hesitation, honey?” he pushed. “Are you starting to realize I’m going to win this bet? Are you ready to accept the inevitable?”
“I have accepted the inevitable, which is why I know you’ll be bored with me long before the end of the month,” I insisted. “Fine, we have a bet.”
“I’m not done,” he told me. “Remember this is a two part bet.”
“What else do you want?” I asked.
“You’ll stay with me after the thirty days,” he replied.
“Stay with you?” I asked. “For how long?”
“If I win the bet, we take the affinity test and you move in with me,” he stated. “No timelines, just you living with me.”
“You want me to bet my freedom?” I asked.
“I’m not talking about putting you in prison.” Trevor sounded annoyed.
“I’m not sure why I’m worrying about clarification since we both know you can’t win this bet. I agree to your terms.”
“Good,” Trevor said, spinning me to face him. “Then we should definitely seal the deal with a kiss.”
Before I could respond, Trevor claimed my mouth in a kiss that nearly made my knees buckle.
Chapter Eight
Trevor
Kissing Melina could easily become an addiction, and I couldn’t believe I’d waited this long to taste her. For months, I’d envisioned having her in my arms, but this was beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out with my magic, letting it slide along her body like strands of silk caressing her skin. Melina’s magic struck out at mine like a viper, before sliding through the silky strands of my own magic. I opened my eyes, needing to see our power intertwined. This was my gift—part of it, anyway. I could see the way our power reacted. Melina’s power looked like a strands of black silk with the occasional serpent’s head lashing out. Her power writhed around the deep ruby silk of my power. The effect was muted due to the magical items we both had in our possession, but it was still more intense than anything I’d ever experienced.
Melina moaned, and I had to wonder if she felt our powers joining, too. I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and fuck her, but I couldn’t do that here. This was Dylan and Allie’s wedding reception. I was also standing in the guestroom of Dylan’s parents’ home. Reluctantly breaking our kiss, I looked down at Melina to find her eyes still closed as she let out a whimper of frustration.
“We can’t take this as far as I want to here,” I told her regretfully, allowing one of my fingers to stroke her swollen lower lip. It would be obvious to anyone who saw her what we’d been doing, and I was glad. I wanted the world to know she’d let me in.
“Please,” she whimpered, her plea irresistible. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I shoved her short dress up and ripped off the scrap of fabric covering her. Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I wrapped my other arm around her ass to help her balance as she leaned against the wall. Completely open to me, I groaned at the sight of her perfect pussy. I couldn’t wait to sink into her body, but for now, I was going to give in to another fantasy that had been playing through my mind on a constant loop these last months. I was going to make her come with my mouth.
My tongue slid slowly along her slick folds before sucking her clit into my mouth. She was so close, I knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her over the edge, but I’d already waited so long to have her. There was no way I was going to allow this first taste of her to end too soon. Her hands reached down to fist my hair while I gently sucked her clit, swirling my tongue around the sensitive nub. She tasted incredible, and I wanted to savor this moment. Her body yielded to me, and fuck me if I wasn’t ready to come in my pants just from tasting her.
“Trevor.” My name came out on a moan.
Releasing her clit, I licked my way down to her opening, probing her tight entrance before sliding into her hot body. She was already pulsing around my tongue, and she hadn’t even come yet. I slid my tongue in and out of her, knowing it wouldn’t be long until my dick was sliding into her tight body, making her scream and moan. My fingers tightened on her ass, and if her little whimpers were any indication, she loved it.
Sliding my tongue out of her delectable folds, I inhaled, and a shudder ran through my body. “You taste so fucking incredible.” My tongue swirled around her clit, and she bucked against my face, begging for more. “You like that?” I asked.
“Yes. I’m so close, Trevor,” she panted. “Please, no more teasing. I ache for you.”
Her total abandon nearly made me forget why I couldn’t fuck her now. I growled against her clit, and she moaned as the vibrations from my mouth moved along her sensitive flesh. Melina was hot as hell when she was all attitude, but this side of her might be even hotter because it was a side people rarely saw. She was vulnerable and giving herself to me completely. How could I deny her?
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it in fast, deliberate strokes as she bucked against my face.
“Yes, it’s so good,” she panted out, but I knew she needed more.
Pulling back long enough to mouth the words to the spell, I watched as my magic built, sliding up her body and wrapping around her. She moaned as it caressed her bare ass, swirling up her body to stroke her breasts through the fabric of her dress. While my magic caressed her and held her in place, I slid two fingers into her body, before taking her clit into my mouth again. This time, when Melina struggled to move, she was held in place by the magical bindings, and her whimpers grew louder, more urgent.
My fingers thrust into her body, stretching her, while my tongue flicked her clit. Melina’s body tightened around my fingers, and it wasn’t long before I felt the first spasms of her orgasm. Still, I continued to work her body, making her come hard for me. Melina screamed so loud, I was sure everyone in the house probably heard her. As her spasms subsided, I slowed my str
In the wake of her intense climax, Melina blinked and stared down at me. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she said with a sated sigh, not appearing the least bit embarrassed.
“Neither can I,” I admitted, steadying her as my power released its hold on her body. “I’m glad it happened, even though I’m going to have a serious case of blue balls later.”
“Are you trying to make me feel guilty?” she asked with a teasing smile.
Getting to my feet, I sucked my fingers into my mouth, savoring her sweetness before responding. “Tomorrow, I’ll be buried in that sweet pussy of yours while you come completely undone around my cock. You’re worth the wait.”
“Tomorrow?” Melina asked, looking confused.
“The bet,” I reminded her. “We’ll get out of here too late to move your things tonight, so I’ll stop by tomorrow to help you move what you need. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to having you in my bed.”
I wanted to insist she come home with me tonight, but I knew she had Mr. Whiskers to consider. To be honest, I wasn’t exactly sure what I needed to keep a California condor who acted like a cat happy, but I planned to find out.
Melina opened her mouth to argue before closing it and laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, reaching out to stroke her hair back from her face because I couldn’t resist touching her.
“I was about to tell you I don’t need any help, which would probably mean I’d need to make ten trips with all of Mr. Whiskers’ stuff,” she explained. “Why do you look so relieved with my answer?”
“I figured you’d argue with me about moving in,” I admitted. “Even with the bet, I was sure you’d change your mind and tell me you weren’t going to live with me.”
“Not a chance,” she said with a sweet smile. “I already know exactly where I want to put that tattoo.”
I let out a startled bark of laughter. “Is that all you’re thinking about?”
Her siren’s smile made my dick throb again. “I guess you’ll have to see what else I’m thinking about tomorrow. We should go back to the reception separately. This day is supposed to be about Allie and Dylan, so we should try to keep the gossip about us to a minimum.”
While I wanted to argue, mostly because I didn’t want to be away from Melina now that I’d talked her into giving me a chance, I knew she was right. Some people would already be talking if they’d heard us in here, but there was a chance they wouldn’t know who I was with.
“Did anyone see you go in this way?” I asked.
“Just Dylan’s mom,” she replied.
“She’s the one who told me where to find you,” I remarked. “I’m not worried about her telling anyone we were in here together. If you head out of this room, and take a right at the kitchen instead of a left, you’ll end up at the library. There are doors leading out to the reception from that room. That way we’re leaving at different times, through different doors.”
She shook her head. “In my opinion, everyone knows people have hooked up when they go to great lengths to make it look like they haven’t. While we shouldn’t flaunt what happened, I’m not about to put too much effort into covering it up. I’ll head out first, and you can come a few minutes later.”
I smiled at the realization that she wasn’t embarrassed about what had happened. Even though she’d said we needed to keep it quiet for Dylan and Allie’s sake, I’d still been worried she was embarrassed about being with me.
“Are you going to give me your new number?” I asked. “You know, so I can make arrangements to meet you tomorrow.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me you don’t know where I live? You were kind of stalking me before.”
I chuckled because I was so busted. I’d found out everything I could about Melina after our first meeting. I was glad I could be honest with her without sounding creepy. “I got your number, and I already knew where you worked. As for your address? That was too much, even for me.”
“So, you didn’t try to find out where I live?” She sounded genuinely surprised.
“I never said I didn’t try to find out where you live,” I replied, my cheeks heating. “Finding out proved to be harder than I’d imagined.”
She shook her head. “So, you’re not only a creepy stalker, you’re an inept creepy stalker.”
I nodded and flashed a sheepish smile, hoping she wasn’t going to hold this against me. “I could have gotten your address if I’d tried harder, but when finding it wasn’t as easy as I’d expected, I realized how messed up it was to try to find out where you live.”
She laughed at my obvious embarrassment. “Well, the fact that you realized it was wrong, proves you might be trainable after all. I’ll text you,” she assured me, and I bit back a grin at the knowledge that she’d kept my number. Her eyes landed on her panties. “You destroyed my panties.” She reached out to grab them, but I was faster, and snatched them off the floor, grinning as I tucked them into the front pocket of my pants. “Pervert,” she muttered as she walked out of the room.
I waited a few minutes, debating whether I should head into the bathroom first to take care of myself. Things had definitely settled down some, but I had no doubt I’d be just as horny as I’d been a few minutes ago when I was sitting at a table, thinking about what had happened with Melina. I might actually end up embarrassing myself when I started thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow, which I had no doubt I would do. Still, I felt like an even bigger asshole for thinking about jacking off in the home of my best friend’s parents. Deciding I’d have to be uncomfortable for the rest of the day, I walked out of the room.
I started to make my way back out to reception when I ran into another ex.
“Trevor!” Nadia called out.
“Hey, Nadia,” I greeted her. Nadia hadn’t been one of my crazy exes. She’d been honest about her desire to marry me to elevate her status with the Council of Witches. Dylan had referred to her as refreshingly mercenary in her approach. “How’ve you been?”
Holding out her left hand, she showed me the tattoo of the affinity band on her wrist. Not all witches got them, but Nadia had always been one to show off her conquests. “Well, as you can see, I found the right warlock. How about you? Are you still going through every available witch in search of one you think is good enough for you?”
While her tone was neutral, I sensed an underlying bitterness, which surprised me since Nadia hadn’t seemed overly affected by our breakup. Then again, I was willing to admit that I might be paranoid after my encounter with Lindsey.
“I’ve found the right witch,” I replied. I’d agreed to keep quiet about Melina for today, but I couldn’t help myself. Admitting that I’d found my witch out loud for the first time felt good.
Nadia’s face flushed, and what looked like rage passed through her pale green eyes before she pasted a smile on her face. “That’s wonderful!” Her voice was a little too cheerful to be believable. “I’m so happy you finally found someone you think is worthy of you.” The bitterness was back in her voice.
“I should get back to the reception,” I said, trying to excuse myself without seeming rude.
“Of course. I was heading to the restroom. I’m afraid I’ve had too much champagne today,” she admitted.
“Take care, Nadia,” I said, touching her arm lightly.
“You, too, Trevor,” she murmured before hurrying past me.
I really hoped I didn’t have any more uncomfortable confrontations with exes today.
Chapter Nine
The Lover
“No! No! No!” I shrieked, slamming my fists against the steering wheel of my car.
I’d been so close to getting Trevor. So close to having him drink the potion and kiss me. My dreams of being with Trevor had been within my reach until that bitch stole them from me!
“I hate her!” I screamed.
I’d heard him with the demon slut while she’d pretended she didn’t want him. Then she’d given in like the bitch in heat she was. Her slutty cries had echoed through the halls as she’d stolen what was mine.
“She can’t have him,” I sobbed. “I’m the only one who can love him the way he deserves to be loved.”
This slut had been an obsession of Trevor’s months ago, and I was worried about her sudden reappearance in his life, but the slut was a powerful half-demon, so I had to find a way to bring her down without directly confronting her.
That’s when an idea came to me. I knew the perfect way to get rid of Melina Blackwood.
Pulling up a picture of Trevor on my phone, I brushed my fingers across his handsome face. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ll be together soon, and that slut Melina Blackwood will get what she deserves for coming between us.”
Quickly making my way back to my home, I headed to the basement to set up the altar, consulting my dark magic book as I went. Summoning a demon wasn’t child’s play, and this demon was obviously more dangerous than the one who’d given me the potion.
“Zahrel, I summon your soul from your prison.” I spoke the simple words. There were more complex spells, but in the end, all one needed was the demon’s name to summon them.
Metaphysical cracks formed in the walls as an oily black substance oozed into the room. It slowly flowed across the floor until it pooled in the center. The oily substance bubbled and writhed as it took form. From what I’d heard, the more powerful demons could appear as anything they chose, making it hard to guess a demon’s true form. At first, I saw a gorgeous man, with long black hair and a powerful build. He towered over me at well over six feet tall, but that form only lasted a minute before morphing into a frail creature, shrouded in black robes.
“Why have you released me from my prison, female?” the demon asked, wheezing as he spoke.
“I was told by Ari we could help each other,” I explained.
“Ari?” he asked. “I will have to show the weak demon my appreciation. First, I must know what you want, and how you believe you can help me, other than this temporary release from my prison.”
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