Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “Are you going to let me taste you?” I purred, tightening my grip on Trevor’s erection.

  “Fuck,” Trevor hissed. His eyes were hooded, and he seemed to be struggling to decide how to respond. “I should feed you.”

  My husky laugh made him shudder, and I loved it. I was so wet, I couldn’t wait to get Trevor inside me, but first, I had every intention of driving him crazy with lust. It only seemed fair since he had a knack for doing that to me. I suddenly wished I’d learned some sexy spells, but then I realized I didn’t need spells with Trevor.

  “Please, Melina,” he said on a moan, as I continued to stroke him through the fabric of his pants.

  “Don’t worry. I have every intention of pleasing you,” I assured him, turning and grabbing his tie to lead him out of the kitchen and into his family room. When I looked over my shoulder, I found Trevor’s eyes locked on my ass as it swayed back and forth.

  “Have a seat,” I told Trevor, releasing his tie and gesturing to the comfortable armchair.

  Trevor dropped down onto the chair, his hungry gaze still locked on me. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pushed his thighs apart so I could settle between them. I could see the hard length of his dick straining against the fabric of his pants, and when I reached for his belt, his breathing became shallower. I took my time undoing his pants and releasing his erection, drawing out the anticipation for both of us. I was doing more than teasing him; I was teasing myself.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Trevor murmured.

  When my tongue slid from the base of his shaft to the tip, he moaned and his head dropped back. I swirled my tongue around the tip. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, and I could tell he was barely holding onto his own control. I took my time exploring the contours of his dick with my tongue. Last night had been rushed, but today, I was savoring his dick, enjoying his moans of desire.

  “You’re killing me, honey,” he groaned.

  I finally took his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the shaft.

  Trevor moaned loudly and gripped my hair, as I sucked his cock, taking him as deep into my mouth as possible. I could tell he was struggling to let me remain in control, not an easy task for a man like Trevor who liked controlling everything in the bedroom. Last night, I’d caught him off guard, and he’d been sleepy and willing to let me enjoy his body. Today, he was fighting his own instincts, and I was aching and wet from thinking about what he’d do when his control finally snapped.

  Trevor tugged on my hair until I released his cock and looked at him. “I’m so close.” His words came out sounding like a plea. “I need to fuck you, now.”

  I would have shaken my head were it not for his grip on my hair. “No condom,” I told him. “Why don’t you keep fucking my mouth? I want to taste you again. Let me take care of you,” I crooned.

  “You are a naughty little witch,” Trevor scolded in a voice that promised all sorts of dirty things. It was a struggle not to let out a whimper of desire. Leaning forward, his lips met mine in a crushing kiss that had me clutching the fabric of his shirt. Without the shirt, my nails would have been biting into the flesh on his shoulders. His hand continued to grip my hair, holding me in place for his kiss. My body was throbbing with arousal, and I suddenly wished we had a condom in this room.

  When Trevor pulled away from my mouth, we were both panting with need. “Get your sexy ass in my bedroom,” he ordered. “I am going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it for days.”

  “If you insist,” I was trying for a light tone, but my words sounded more like a needy whimper.

  We practically ran to his room. “Undress for me,” Trevor commanded, and I didn’t mind his order at all.

  As we both stripped out of our clothes, there was probably two feet between us. My hands were shaking by the time we both stood naked, facing each other, but not touching.

  “Lie down on the bed,” Trevor rasped out. “Put your hands above your head.”

  I shuddered and followed his command, knowing what he had in mind and eagerly anticipating it. When my hands were above my head, I watched Trevor’s lips move as he mouthed the binding spell. That’s when I felt his magic slide across my body like warm silk, leaving trails of pleasure in its wake. His power wrapped around my wrists, holding me in place.

  “I love seeing you like this,” Trevor rasped out. “Bound by my magic, you’re like some sexy offering ready for me to enjoy.”

  A needy moan slipped past my lips.

  “I can think of so many ways I want to enjoy your body,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly from my ankle, up my thigh. “But I think I know what I’m going to do to you right now.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I’m going to bury my face between your legs,” he explained, pressing his hand against me and making me whimper. “Is this all for me? Tell me you’re this wet just for me.”

  With his hand pressing against my throbbing pussy, it was hard to speak.

  “Tell me you’re wet for me,” he repeated.

  “I’m wet for you, Trevor,” I panted out.

  “I fucking love hearing you say my name when you’re this turned on,” he said, before settling between my legs and gripping my ass in both hands to lift me up to his mouth.

  His tongue lapped hungrily at my clit, and I cried out as pleasure that was almost painful shot through my body. He sucked my clit, making me writhe against his mouth. I’d already been close, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. As if sensing how close I was, Trevor released my clit, and his tongue worked from my opening to right below my clit with maddeningly soft strokes. I wasn’t sure I could take much more.

  “I need to come,” I pleaded.

  Trevor pulled back, and his hot breath bathed my sensitive flesh when he spoke. “I would never deny you what you need,” he murmured before lapping at my clit more urgently. Finally, he sucked my clit back into his mouth, holding it captive as his tongue flicked against the most sensitive part. When I was sure I couldn’t take anymore, he bit down gently, causing my body to clench even harder.

  “Oh, Goddess!” I screamed, feeling desperate for my orgasm.

  Trevor released my clit. “You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you?” he asked, and I wondered how he could possibly expect me to answer him when I was so close and he was denying me his mouth, but I knew Trevor wouldn’t go any further until I answered him.

  “Yes,” I replied in a strained voice, tugging desperately at the metaphysical restraints.

  Two of Trevor’s long fingers slid inside of me, filling the aching void, at the same time as his tongue began to lap at my clit, hitting the right spot to have me panting and begging for more. My hips were moving desperately against his face, and if my hands had been free, I’d have been clutching his hair to keep his mouth on me. My body clenched tightly around Trevor’s fingers as they thrust in and out. When I felt the first pulses of my orgasm, a mewling sound was ripped from the back of my throat. As the full force of my orgasm finally hit, I struggled to straighten my legs, screaming and thrashing my head back and forth. It was no exaggeration to say I thought I might black out. Trevor’s tongue and fingers continued to work my body until the spasms of my orgasm subsided.

  I looked down and saw him watching me with a cocky grin. For once, I was at a loss for words, and I stared at him in sated bliss until his hungry gaze had me aching for his touch all over again.

  His lips moved, and I felt the bonds release from my wrists as Trevor slid up my body and kissed me. He was holding his weight above me, but I still felt the pressure of his body against mine. I wanted to feel his erection against my core, but he was too tall for that. With an impatient moan, I clawed at his shoulders and tugged at his hair.

  “Impatient little demon, aren’t you?” he asked, getting on his knees and reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. My gaze remained on his cock as he rolled down the condom and lifted my hips to position h
imself at my entrance.

  No more words were spoken as Trevor thrust into my body, which immediately began to spasm with the aftershocks of my orgasm. We were both on the edge of coming as he drove into my body, eyes locked on where our bodies were joined.

  “You feel incredible,” Trevor praised, and my demon magic flared, muted some by the anklet.

  I tried to focus on reining in my power. Trevor was so in-tune with me, that he noticed my distraction immediately.

  “Don’t fight it,” he said on a moan, his movements slowing, even though I knew he didn’t want to slow down. “I fucking love the way your power feels on my skin. It’s like you’re touching me everywhere. Let me feel it.”

  I hesitated, not wanting to risk hurting Trevor, but knowing it was unlikely with the wards on my anklet. Besides, my power only reacted violently when my emotions were involved, and I could keep those in check. Relaxing, I let my power flow along Trevor’s skin, enjoying the way he shuddered under its dark caress.

  “Fucking perfect,” Trevor groaned, rolling his hips against me to grind against my sensitive clit.

  His muscles were tense under my hands, and I sensed he was holding back, trying to draw out our pleasure. Lifting my hips to press even closer to him, I whimpered, “I’m so close.”

  Trevor’s only response was a groan as he continued to move against my body, rolling his hips and pressing into me. My hands clawed at his ass, and I screamed with my second release. When my spasms eased, Trevor reached under my ass to lift my hips off the bed slightly before slamming into my body. His thrusts were hard, fast, and he was utterly relentless. My body was still pulsing from my orgasm, and Trevor’s thrusts made those last pulses even more intense. When I felt him swell inside of me, I screamed from the sheer pleasure of it.

  Trevor’s loud shout of completion was drowned out by my screams, as he found his own release in my body.

  We collapsed onto the bed, both obviously feeling boneless. Trevor removed the condom and tied it off before tossing it in the bedside trash. “I could get addicted to having you here,” he murmured, rolling to his side and leaning over me to brush his lips against mine.

  I was beginning to believe in miracles when I managed to avoid saying anything to ruin the moment, and Trevor must have felt the same because he laughed, a sound of pure joy.

  “I’d love to keep you in bed all night, but I think I’d better feed you some dinner,” he said, climbing out of bed and giving me a great view of his ass.

  “You shopped, and you’re going to cook?” I feigned shock.

  Trevor gave me a sexy grin and winked at me over his shoulder. “And I fucked you senseless. It’s all part of my plan to make you fall in love with me.”

  I shook my head, waving off his ridiculous comment, only I wasn’t sure it was so ridiculous. It would be easy to fall for a warlock like Trevor. If I was honest, I’d been falling for him since our first awkward meeting.

  Chapter Thirty

  Trevor

  I’ve always been a man with a healthy sexual appetite, but what I felt around Melina was insane. I wanted to touch her, taste her, and fuck her constantly. I almost felt like she was an addiction I craved more each time I had her. It wasn’t even just the sex, although the sex was beyond amazing. I liked Melina, enjoyed her biting sense of humor and her focus on her job. Tonight, she’d taken the night off, and even if she hadn’t said it, I knew she was doing it to spend time with me, something I was definitely looking forward to. I’d been tempted to offer to take her out, but I’m a selfish bastard, and I wanted to spend a quiet evening alone with her. I should say a quiet evening with her and Mr. Whiskers.

  I couldn’t help but grin as I watched her eat chicken soft tacos, the meal I was proud of having made with only a little help from Melina. Several months ago, Melina had told me she didn’t like eating out. I’d asked my mom to teach me to cook a few things, and I’d watched some cooking shows. The cooking shows had been too much for me, but I had recently found that I could find a recipe for just about anything online.

  Mr. Whiskers was happily eating cat food. I was still having trouble believing Melina fed her condor cat food, but apparently, being a familiar with the soul of a cat made him act a lot more like a cat than a condor. Melina had also explained that the cat food she bought smelled bad enough to satisfy Mr. Whiskers’ desire for rotting animal flesh.

  “No, Trevor is not going to take you for a walk tonight,” Melina told Mr. Whiskers, and then let out an exaggerated sigh. “I know you missed him, but it’s late. Maybe we can all watch a movie together. He might even be willing to play with you, but it’s too late for a walk.”

  I’d grown quite fond of Mr. Whiskers, which was a good thing since he and Melina were a package deal. When I’d first seen him, I’d had some serious doubts about pursuing Melina. Mr. Whiskers did not make a good first impression. That was through no fault of his own. The fact was, condors looked a little intimidating. He probably weighed twenty-five pounds, and his body was covered with black feathers, except his nearly featherless, pinkish head. While not the most attractive of birds, Mr. Whiskers had taken an instant liking to me, and I’d appreciated the ally. How did I know he liked me? He followed me around and settled onto my lap when I sat. Sometimes, he’d rub his head against me, much like a cat would.

  “I don’t need to be at the office until noon tomorrow, so I’ll take you for a walk before I leave,” I assured him.

  That obviously met with his approval because he began dancing in a circle with his wings out as far as he could manage without bumping the stools at the breakfast bar. With probably ten feet of wingspan, that wasn’t much.

  Melina shook her head. “Now you’ve done it.”

  “Done what?” I asked.

  “He’s going to expect you to walk him every morning before you go to work from now on,” she told me.

  “I probably will,” I admitted. “Before you accuse me of using your familiar to get on your good side, I genuinely like Mr. Whiskers. I missed him when you weren’t talking to me. You might not believe this, but I took him home with me last night mostly because I wanted to spend time with him.”

  Melina looked touched, and I would have said something more if it weren’t for the fact that I now had a condor trying, unsuccessfully, to climb onto my lap while I sat at the breakfast bar. Apparently, he was touched by what I’d said, too.

  “Let him finish eating first,” Melina scolded her familiar, and I could tell he was arguing with her by the way he kept flapping his wings and gesturing to me with his head.

  “Behave, or you won’t get a treat,” she warned, and the condor eyed her as he considered her threat, probably trying to decide if she was serious. Obviously, he decided she’d follow through with her threat to deny him a treat because he returned to his food, looking as sullen as a condor could manage. Whatever he was saying made Melina laugh, and she explained when she saw my raised eyebrow. “He thinks you’re going to be mad at me for not letting him sit on your lap.”

  I fought back a laugh. “He is something else. Does he ever try to fly?” I knew he didn’t fly, even though his wings weren’t clipped, and I’d always wondered if he ever tried, or even wanted to try.

  She shook her head. “He can’t fly. Actually, I guess it would be more accurate to say, he can’t remember how to fly. When he first came to me, he could, but the more merged the condor and cat’s souls became, the more he acted like a cat. Now, he’s convinced flying is impossible, which is a very good thing. It’s hard enough keeping him hidden when I’m around humans. Can you imagine what it would be like if people saw him flying? Condors are endangered, and there aren’t supposed to be any around here. Eventually, someone would try to trap him and move him, which would be a huge mess.”

  “Good point,” I conceded. “Are you done eating?”

  She nodded, so I cleared our plates and set them in the dishwasher before remembering I had something for Melina. “I almost forgot. I have a present for
you.”

  “You didn’t need to buy me anything,” she insisted, looking almost annoyed at the prospect of me buying her a gift. I made a mental note to remember Melina didn’t like impromptu presents.

  “I didn’t buy it,” I explained, going over to the table where I’d dropped my laptop bag and the bag Fluffy had given me. I fought back my grin as I handed her the bag. “These are from a client, and he insisted I give them to a lady friend.”

  Melina peered into the bag before regarding me with raised eyebrows. “Bunny slippers? Pink bunny slippers, of all things. Do I look like the bunny slipper type, let alone the pink bunny slipper type?”

  One corner of my mouth kicked up as I tried to avoid laughing. “I think you’ll like these.”

  “These aren’t normal bunny slippers, are they?” she asked, sounding intrigued.

  “Try them on,” I coaxed. “They’re like no slippers you’ve ever owned.”

  She got off the stool and set the slippers on the floor. Already barefoot, she started to slide her left foot into the slipper when it let out a squeaky growl and bounced forward. The other slipper spun to face her.

  Alerted to an intruder by the sound, Mr. Whiskers lifted his head and peered at the enchanted slippers. The slipper facing him saw him first, let out a little squeal, and bounced across the floor with the other slipper right behind it. Both slippers bounced out of the kitchen with Mr. Whiskers hot on their trail.

  Melina laughed so hard she had to sit down. “Oh, my, Goddess! Those things are going to keep him busy for hours.”

  Hearing Melina’s laughter and seeing the pure joy in her eyes had my dick straining against my pants again, and I was suddenly thankful that I’d shoved a condom in the pocket of my jeans before heading down for dinner.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, and it was no exaggeration. Melina took my breath away every time I saw her. It seemed I was constantly hard, and I wasn’t sure it was possible to get enough of her.