“We shouldn’t do this here.” My protest sounded weak, and I’m not entirely sure I could have survived if Trevor had actually listened to me and stopped. His tongue slid out of my body, but only to swirl around my clit.
When my demon magic flared, I was thankful for the wards on the office preventing it from lashing out at Trevor. Today had been stressful, and my body’s current state of sexual abandon would only strengthen my demon magic, which could be dangerous. The demon power erupted from my body and slid along Trevor’s. Based on his moan, I was certain it wasn’t hurting him, and it made me more confident that the wards would prevent that and allow me to completely let go.
“Oh, Goddess,” I panted out. “That feels incredible. I need you in me.”
“Would you really deny me the pleasure of having you come on my mouth?” he murmured before teasing my clit.
All I could do was moan and grip his hair to try to bring him closer. I was too far gone to fight. I needed to come now, needed Trevor’s touch. My legs spread more to give him better access, and I writhed and panted as his tongue swirled around my clit in maddeningly light strokes. When I was about to beg him for more, two fingers slid into me, and he let out a hiss as my body clamped down on his fingers. It amazed me how Trevor knew just the right way to touch me. As his fingers curled to hit a spot inside of me that nearly made me scream, he sucked my clit into his mouth, and his magic flowed out, sliding along my demon magic. I felt overwhelmed with pleasure as he touched me both physically and metaphysically, and it wasn’t long before I was screaming and clawing at Trevor’s back through his shirt as I came hard.
When my spasms slowed, Trevor removed his fingers, stood, and spun me so I was facing the desk. Then I felt his palm make contact with my ass, the stinging slap sending vibrations though my pussy and making it spasm more when Trevor thrust into my body from behind.
There was nothing sweet or gentle about our joining, which worked perfectly since I didn’t want sweet or gentle. Trevor fucked me with a ferocity that matched my need for him. His body slammed into mine, over and over again. One of his hands reached forward to tug at my hair, sending a delicious thrill through my body.
“Look at me,” Trevor growled, tugging harder on my hair, making me moan with pleasure.
When I met Trevor’s fierce expression, my second orgasm hit even harder than the first. I screamed and arched my back, pressing against Trevor as he slammed into my body so hard I wondered if I’d have bruises on my ass later, not that I’d mind having that reminder of our office sex. Finally, Trevor let out a guttural groan as he ground against my body, still holding my hair tightly so I couldn’t look away.
Trevor’s eyes closed tightly, and his clenched jaw relaxed as his own intense climax caused his dick to twitch inside my body.
When Trevor released my hair, his lips curled into a slow, sexy smile, which is when my brain started working again.
“Fuck! You didn’t wear a condom.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Trevor
I chuckled at Melina’s panicked expression and slid out of her body before removing the used condom, tying it off, and wrapping it in tissue so no one would notice it in the trash.
“I can’t tell you how much I love hearing that you were so into what we were doing that you didn’t even notice me putting on a condom,” I told her.
I hadn’t planned to seduce Melina in her office, despite how it looked, but I wasn’t stupid enough to show up without a condom. While I’d love to get Melina pregnant eventually, I knew that would screw things up this early in our relationship, regardless of how good a match we were. Besides, I wanted to enjoy some time alone with my witch before we started a family, something I had no doubt we would do.
Melina got her clothes back in order and cleared her throat. There was a flush to her cheeks, thanks to our recent activities. She was so fucking beautiful, she took my breath away.
“I can’t believe we did that in my office,” Melina remarked, looking back at her desk.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, running a hand through my messy hair. I wasn’t sure if I’d just fucked up. I hated that feeling, and it was another thing I’d never experienced with any other witch.
“Why are you apologizing?” Melina asked, sounding annoyed.
I gestured to the spot on her desk where I’d fucked her. “This. You know, coming into your office and practically attacking you.”
“Attacking me?” she asked. “Listen, Trevor, I get that you’re kind of an ass, but you must have noticed that I’m more powerful than you are.”
One corner of my mouth kicked up. “Yeah, I noticed you’re a badass. I didn’t mean literally attacking you. I meant, being forceful with my seduction attempts.”
“I realize you think your dick is some massive weapon of seduction,” she began.
I let out a startled bark of laughter. “Massive weapon of seduction? Are you saying my dick is big?”
“You don’t need any ego stroking,” she insisted. “There is no way in hell you thought your dick was anything less than huge. You’re also well aware of the fact that witches spontaneously ovulate when you walk into a room.”
This time, I let out a full-bellied laugh when Melina’s cheeks darkened as she realized what she’d said.
“Don’t be an ass, Trevor,” she ordered, giving me a stern look.
I gripped her waist and pulled her against my chest. “Did you spontaneously ovulate when I walked into your office?”
“Probably,” she replied, pressing her lips together in an obvious effort to hold back her laughter. “That would certainly explain my behavior.”
“How’s that?” I asked, nuzzling her neck, not at all surprised to feel my dick growing in my pants again. Too bad I’d only brought one condom.
“Women are hornier when they ovulate,” she replied matter-of-factly, and pushed at my chest. Since she wasn’t putting much effort into pushing me away, I decided to ignore her efforts and run my tongue along her pulse, enjoying the way she shuddered.
“You taste good,” I rasped out.
Melina moaned, and the hands that had been pushing on my chest were now clutching the material on my t-shirt. “We are not doing this again,” was her weak protest.
My brain was working hard to convince my dick that there would be no more office sex tonight. Pulling back from her so my dick wouldn’t win the argument, I looked down at my pants. “No sex. I only brought one condom.”
Melina laughed again. “Are you talking to your dick?”
“Yes, but he’s not listening,” I admitted. “We’ve explained your horniness, because I apparently possess the ability to make women ovulate. Can you help me figure out why I’m always horny around you?”
“Because you’re a guy, and you’re always horny,” she stated, and I might have been annoyed if not for her teasing smile.
“Only around you,” I told her, before pointing to the food. “Let’s eat,” I suggested, needing to stop thinking about how much I wanted her again. It was bad enough I’d decided to wear jeans. I was beginning to think I needed to wear sweatpants around Melina.
“We should hurry so you can get home to Mr. Whiskers and I can finish working,” she said.
“I left Mr. Whiskers with Dylan’s mom so I wouldn’t have to drop your food and rush back home.” Then I had a sudden thought. Maybe I’d overstepped my bounds by dropping her familiar off at a sitter without checking with her first. “I should have asked you before I did that.”
“Yeah, but I’ll forgive you, since it smells like you brought Italian food,” she replied.
“Lasagna,” I told her, and unloaded the bag with the lasagna and garlic bread. “I got it from the witch run Italian place on Broadway, so the food’s in spelled containers to keep it warm.”
“Nothing for you?” she asked.
“I’ll have some garlic bread, but I ordered pizza right after you left,” I admitted.
“You’re spoiling my familiar, aren�
��t you?” she asked, and while her tone was stern, her eyes held a fondness I loved seeing there.
“I just wanted pizza,” I insisted. “Eat your food and then I’ll leave so you can work.”
“Thank you, Trevor,” she said with a shy smile. “You’ve been really sweet.”
Things hadn’t gone perfect, but I was definitely counting our first day as a success.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The Lover
That whore had to die!
When I’d followed Trevor from his house, I’d hoped to speak to him alone, even if it was just a casual encounter. I’d had it all planned out. He’d look surprised to see me, but his smile would be genuine as we talked. I was dressed in a sexy black dress, revealing my impressive figure, and he’d have to notice how much more fit I was than that demon cow. When I’d seen him at the transport tube, I’d known right away he was going to see the demon slut. He’d even stopped to pick up dinner for her.
Thanks to Zahrel’s power, I’d managed to slip through the studio without being noticed. Then I’d had to listen to the bitch squealing like a pig in her office. I’d known what was happening, and I’d wanted to burst in and exact my revenge, which I would have done had Zahrel not insisted he was still too weak.
I hated her!
I hated Zahrel!
“I want her dead,” I mumbled through my sobs as I sat in my car several blocks from the studio.
“We can’t always have what we want,” Zahrel remarked, sounding delighted with my pain.
When I glared at him, he laughed.
“Why are you so happy?” I demanded. “You just had to listen to the woman you want, screwing another man.”
His shadowy form shrugged. “What do I care who she fucks before I own her? If anything, this makes it even more exciting. She clearly has feelings for your warlock, which means her misery will be even greater when I make her mine.”
I couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through my body, and I almost felt sorry for Melina Blackwood. Her fate would truly be worse than death, not that I didn’t think she deserved it. “You should have taken her tonight.”
“I need more powerful blood to build my strength. I’ll need at least three powerful kills before I’ll be capable of binding your warlock to you and taking my little demon back to my prison with me.”
“Three kills!” I screeched. “I need Trevor, now!”
“And I need blood and death magic to grow stronger,” he growled. “I may need more than three kills.”
“Fine! We’ll kill them now,” I relented.
“It doesn’t work that way, my foolish mistress,” he purred.
I hated the mocking way he called me mistress. “Stop with the games, and tell me what you mean.”
He let out a long-suffering sigh. “We can obtain our next victim soon, but the kill should take place exactly one week after the first to maximize my power. I’ll need to wash some of this human blood from my system. I’m afraid if we don’t allow it to be completely flushed from my system, it will diminish the power of the next kill.”
“I’ll find a suitable victim,” I assured him, annoyed that he hadn’t told me a human would be a problem before. It seemed that, despite his condescending attitude, he hadn’t known the human blood wouldn’t strengthen him. “Any preference?”
“I’m told a witch, vampire, or demon would be best for our first kill,” he said as his face faded in, becoming clearer so I could see his sinister smile.
That confirmed what I’d suspected about him not knowing about the human blood being weaker. I wondered where he was getting his information.
“Will it be a problem to get what I need?” he pushed when I didn’t answer him right away.
“That shouldn’t be too hard,” I said with a smile. “I think we should continue to take out people from Night High. It’s easier for me to gain access to them, and it hurts that bitch, Melina Blackwood, most. So, we’ll wait a week to do all three kills. I think we can do them in one night.”
“No. The kills must be at very specific intervals,” he insisted.
“Why?” I demanded angrily. “When did you learn about this schedule?”
Zahrel held up my phone so I could see the screen. I still had no clue how he could seem like little more than a shadow, yet still hold items. Apparently, he’d been using my phone to do research.
“Wikipedia?” I asked incredulously. “You’re getting your information from fucking Wikipedia?”
“It’s a useful research tool,” he argued.
I shook my head and started up my car, figuring I might as well head home. This had been a very disappointing evening.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Trevor
When I walked into the office the next morning, Sage wasn’t at her desk. I hadn’t been sure if she’d come in this morning or not since I’d originally cancelled all morning meetings for the week and forwarded the calls to our service until noon each day. I’d figured we could both come in around noon to check messages and emails before the first clients came in at one. I couldn’t do that next week, because I had more important morning meetings, but this week, it had been easy to rearrange my schedule.
Today was one of those days I’d have preferred to sleep later. It had been shortly after three when I’d finally fallen asleep with Melina in my arms, and I had not been happy about having to wake up early and leave my sexy witch alone in bed.
“No receptionist?” Demetrius Talbot asked as he strolled into the office. Demetrius was an imposing warlock, even dressed in the jeans and black dress shirt he had on today. Standing a couple of inches over six feet tall, Demetrius had pale blond hair, intense blue eyes, sharp features, and a muscular frame. Still, it was his presence more than his appearance that made Demetrius intimidating. He was a warlock who knew how powerful he was and demanded the respect of others.
“Our legal assistant has the morning off,” I replied, correcting his use of the term receptionist in a much more polite way than Sage would have. “The office was supposed to be closed this morning.”
Demetrius nodded, offering no apologies for making me open the office early, which didn’t surprise me. What he did say completely shocked me. “Taking some time off to enjoy your first week with Melina?” he asked casually.
“Melina told you?” I asked, knowing I sounded like a sputtering idiot. To the best of my knowledge, Melina hadn’t told anyone, and while I knew she had a good relationship with Demetrius, I didn’t think he’d be the first person she’d tell about our agreement.
Demetrius laughed at my reaction. “I like to know everything going on with my daughters.”
“Melina isn’t your daughter,” I corrected him, gesturing toward my office.
“If you think I love Melina less than any of my daughters, you are sadly mistaken,” Demetrius began. “With that being said, let me make this clear. If you hurt Melina, I will destroy you.”
When I met Demetrius’ eyes, I saw the threat of violence, and I grinned. “I’m glad to hear you say that. Melina deserves to have people looking out for her.”
“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Demetrius warned. “In case you haven’t noticed, she can be very stubborn.”
“It’s one of her best qualities,” I said honestly.
“You know, I like you,” Demetrius told me. “When you were pursuing Melina before, I was hoping you had the balls to make her give you a chance. Glad to see you finally grew a pair.”
“I’m actually surprised to hear you say that,” I admitted. “I figured her whole family would want to warn her to stay away from me, considering my past.”
“Your past?” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he settled into one of the chairs in my office.
“All the witches,” I explained.
He nodded. “I’m not exactly in a position to hold that sort of thing against anyone.”
“Does the rest of Melina’s family know about us?” I asked, wondering if I should warn Mel
ina.
“No,” Demetrius replied. “I’d prefer that we keep this between us. I’d hate to see Viv’s reaction if she realized I was having our daughters followed.” He actually shuddered at the thought.
“Your secret is safe with me,” I assured him. “Now, what exactly are you hoping I can do for you? I assume you have some big legal emergency.”
“I’ll be heading out of town for a few days, and I wanted to make sure we had a chance to talk first,” he explained.
“Are you honestly telling me you scheduled this meeting for the sole purpose of talking to me about Melina? You barely said anything or asked any questions.”
Demetrius chuckled. “What more needs to be said? You know I’m having Melina watched, and you know I’ll kill you if you do anything to hurt her. That covers everything.”
“I’m still charging you for the hour,” I told him. “I should charge you for the whole damn morning.”
“I’d pay it to keep my little girl safe and happy,” he said, standing and heading toward the door.
Shaking my head, I had to admit that this had been one of the strangest meetings I’d ever had, and I was definitely serious about charging him for the hour.
My phone buzzed, and I smiled when I saw that I had a text from Melina.
MELINA: I need to go into work a little early, so I’ll be gone when you get home. Bring me dinner?
ME: Of course. Any requests? Should I bring Mr. Whiskers?
MELINA: I’ll bring him in with me. Chinese?
ME: You got it. I’ll be there around nine.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Melina
Malik ran his tongue over his fangs and smiled seductively at Cat. She stepped back, but then seemed to remember she was also a predator. She bared her teeth, letting out a growl that was both scary and seductive, something Cat excelled at.
Both were fantastic on camera tonight, and I knew this was going to be one of those rare evenings when we got almost every scene in one take. There were no rules that said I needed to be on set, but I figured that since Cat and Malik were both annoyed about the direction the show was taking with their relationship, it would be smart to be here in case either decided to have a meltdown. My threat about killing off their characters had worked once, so it might work again. There was also the fact that both were amazing to watch.
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