The sensations he created with his mouth were wonderful. He licked and kissed and nipped while his hands squeezed and kneaded, awakening her own lust. Her lips parted and she breathed in the erotic energy being created between them. His essence was much different from all the others. It was stronger, more vibrant, and had an almost animal edge to it.
So delectable. She was instantly hooked.
She curled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face back up to hers as she settled lower in the water to press her heat against him. He was hard, so hard and she felt her juices flow in response. The bare skin of her breasts came into contact with that of his chest and she couldn’t help thrusting her tongue more deeply into his mouth. She could sense what he wanted and it excited her. She wanted it too. She ran a hand between their bodies, into his shorts, and wrapped her fingers around his engorged cock.
He groaned into her mouth. She worked her hand up and down his shaft allowing even more erotic energy to flow through to him, heightening his experience. He sucked in a breath.
She expected him to be carried away with pleasure for a while as she worked her magic but he was surprisingly quick to respond. His fingers slid beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms and probed the soft folds of her flesh. He sank a finger within her making her gasp. Both of their strokes became more and more frantic until it was just too much for her to wait any more.
She quickly slid out of her bottoms while he took off his shorts and then she returned to his lap once again.
She moaned as she slid him inside her, stretching her to the maximum. The low grunt he gave from deep in his chest excited her. She began to move, to ride him, to feel every last long inch of him as he slid in and out, the energy continuing to build and build. She captured every last bit of it, rising higher and higher until finally they both peaked at the same time. His throbbing penis intensifying her own contractions.
She collapsed against him and he held her. Their rapid breathing and the bubbling of the water the only sounds as it whirled gently around them.
Chapter 5
Stephen woke with a start in the dim light of early morning with the sound of a kookaburra’s eerie laughing call ringing in his mind. But there were no kookaburras here in Las Vegas. And then he remembered that the kookaburra was Burnu’s totem. He was warning him from afar of danger. Burnu must have been keeping track of him from the spirit world.
Instantly alert, his eyes took in the rumpled white sheets of the large bed he was sprawled in. A black and white zebra striped blanket and purple pillows were scattered on the floor next to the bed. White curtains were pulled closed against the large windows that made up the far wall. For a moment he didn’t know where he was. It wasn’t the room he had checked in to. And then it all came back to him in a split second and his eyes widened in shock.
The succubus!
He slowly and quietly turned over in the bed and there she was. Her face half buried in the soft down pillow, her long auburn hair scattered across it. The sheet had fallen down around her waist and her back and shoulders were bare. Her eyes were closed, long lashes fanned against her cheek, and her side rose and fell with each soft breath. She looked beautiful and innocent in the unguarded peace of slumber. He couldn’t believe he had fallen prey to her. Had they really had sex the whole night?
Yes, yes they had. Mind-blowing sex, he recalled.
After the jacuzzi they’d come down to rinse off in the shower, where they had done it again, and then moved to the bed for the third round where they found new heights. It’d felt like he couldn’t get enough of her. He’d had a stamina he’d never thought himself capable of. He had been trapped in a never ending session of passion, so absorbed in the feel of her and the urgency of his need, he hadn’t been able get his mind back to the fact that she was the one that he was looking for. Somehow, finally, in the early hours of morning, they had lain down to go to sleep. He gathered that he had passed out immediately.
He slowly and quietly eased himself from the bed, noticing that he ached in places he never knew he could ache, and padded to the bathroom in search of his shorts. He didn’t know how long he had before she woke up so he had to work quickly.
He found them hanging on the back of the bathroom door. They were still damp but he pulled them on anyway and took the slim waterproof case from the pocket that held his money, ID, hotel key and a three other items that he pulled out and set on the white granite counter.
One was a light sedative, the second part of his plan. The other two were a flat, oblong crystal and a piece of wombat leather cord for the binding spell he was about to perform. He took a deep breath. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror he prayed it would work. As far as he and Burnu knew, no one had ever bound a succubus before, or drugged one.
He dropped the sedative into one of the simple clear glasses on the bathroom counter and filled it with cool water from the tap. The white powder swirled then dissolved and disappeared.
Closing his eyes and slowing his breathing, he opened his soul to the spirit world. It was like opening a door to the light, to a rainbow. Keeping himself anchored in his physical body he envisioned his totem and called a greeting to it using his mind. Very shortly he saw its squat, furry outline materialize as it lumbered towards him.
It looked like a cross between a small bear and a gopher with its brown fur, round body and short legs. It had a small snout, beady brown eyes and pointy ears. When he’d first been given the wombat as a totem he hadn’t been that excited. But over time, he’d gained a lot more respect. He’d learned it was one of the strongest totems. Although small and stocky it was powerful and very smart. Its sharp senses picked up on things below the surface, which he hadn’t known until he’d spent some time in its form. Burnu had shown him how to take his totem’s form during astral projections. They were much more inconspicuous than a shaman’s true form in the other worlds.
He communed with it, gathering strength for his task ahead. It willingly gave, the soft brown light of its energy flowed to him, restoring him and strengthening him. When he was done, it grunted and lumbered away, dissipating once more into the spirit realm.
Stephen opened his eyes and picked up the crystal and cord. Walking to the entrance of the bedroom where he could see her asleep on the bed, he looked at her through the crystal and softly said, “I bind you Geneva.” He reached out with his essence to feel her, grab onto her, and then pull with all his energy. Her soul was as soft and supple as the skin he’d run his fingers over last night. As vibrant as the passion they’d shared. He’d never known such heights could be achieved.
It took a moment but he could feel the crystal heat up in his hand as he linked her soul with it. Bonded, it drew her in. He shifted the crystal to his palm and, concentrating with his full shamanic power, stretched the leather cord between his fingers. He twisted it as he wrapped some of her essence around it and said again, “I bind you Geneva.” He knotted the cord in the middle and then on each end. He then wrapped the length of it around the crystal and tucked the loose ends so that it would not unravel. He sighed with relief that he’d been able to at least complete the spell. Whether it would work was yet to be seen.
Geneva stirred and rolled over in the bed and he hastily jammed the crystal and cord into the pocket of his shorts.
“Mmmm,” she moaned in pleasure as she stretched her arms over her head. When she was done one of her hands slid over to the other side of the bed, feeling for him he assumed, but found only sheets. Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze scanned the room and then settled on him.
“There you are. Why don’t you come back to bed?” she said giving him an inviting smile. She propped herself up on her elbows and the sheet fell, exposing her breasts.
He hardened, remembering the feel of her nipples in his mouth, then steadied himself. He had to play this right. “Good morning gorgeous,” he said running a hand through his rumpled hair, trying not to appear tense. “You certainly wore me out last night. I think I’m d
ehydrated.”
“Well, that’s a compliment.” She lay back down and turned towards him curling her hands beneath the pillow. Thick locks of hair spilled over her creamy shoulder, and her eyes sparkled up at him.
She was beautiful and so sexy, lying there in the bed. He wished he could join her, but he had a plan to stick to. “I was just going to get some water. Hold on a sec.” He went into the bathroom and filled the other glass of water, leaving the tap on a second longer to pretend he was filling two glasses. Carrying them both, he went to sit next to her on the bed.
“Here’s some for you as well.” He set the drugged glass on the nightstand beside her and took a casual sip from his own.
“Well, aren’t you just as sweet as you are sexy?” She sat up and raised the glass to her lips, downing the contents within seconds. “Now, where were we?” she said as she reached for him.
Caution filled him, he couldn’t let himself fall under her power again. He quickly stood and backed away, escaping her grasp. Based on last night, it seemed that a great deal of it was transmitted through contact. He thought he’d been drunk but he knew now that the alcohol hadn’t been entirely responsible. It had just served to open a door for her. He now remembered feeling her power latch onto him from the moment they had met at the pool. And with each touch, each caress it had pulled him even further in.
She frowned. “What’s wrong?”
He took a deep breath. It was now or never. “I know what you are and I’m not falling under your power again.”
Her eyes widened and her brows lifted. “You know what I am?” she echoed.
He nodded.
“So? What am I?”
“A succubus. A demon.”
She was silent for a second as she stared at him and then, suddenly, peals of laughter escaped her.
Surprise rooted him to the floor.
“I’m sorry,” she said and wiped her eyes with her fingers. “It’s just…you looked so serious when you said that.” Her shoulders shook as a few more giggles escaped. “And the way you stood there, it was like you were getting ready to do battle.” She swung her feet over the side of the bed and sat up. She was almost completely naked now, only the corner of the sheet covered her curvy hips.
“I know what you are. You can’t fool me.”
“Mm.” She shrugged. “You do and you don’t know what I am.” She stood, the last of the sheet slipping from her, and headed for the bathroom brushing his shoulder as she went by.
He flinched back from the sizzle of contact. “What does that mean?” he asked, readying himself for a mental attack. That was the danger with demons. They could confuse your thoughts if you spoke with them but he had to speak with her, had to stall for more time. It looked like the sedative hadn’t taken effect yet. Either she metabolized medication differently from humans, or they just didn’t affect her.
She poked her head out the door, toothbrush in hand. “I’m not a demon,” she said around a mouth full of toothpaste and disappeared again.
“You’re not?” he said in a disbelieving monotone. He heard the water running in the sink and then it shut off.
She walked back out in dark pink, lacy underwear, her arms behind her as she fastened the clasp to the bra. She looked up at him with innocent eyes, “No.”
“So you’re a succubus that’s not a demon?”
She sighed as she walked over to rummage in the closet among her things. “None of us are. Throughout history men have tried to paint us as demons, but only because they’re afraid of our power. If you had done your homework, you would know two very important things. First, that succubi were created by god himself. The first four were the original wives of Adam in the Garden of Eden. Each of them left the garden because they weren’t happy with the whole male dominance angle. Unfortunately Eve went along with it and look how things turned out for her.” She lifted her arms, a white dress in her hands.
He remained silent, watching her as she slipped into it. “And the second thing?”
“Technically I am what this world calls a cambion,” she said. She pulled a brush from her bag and ran it through her hair. “The child of a succubus and a human.”
He felt disappointment well up inside him. All this way for the wrong creature. “A cambion,” he echoed. He remembered glimpsing that somewhere during his web search.
She walked over to the chest of drawers that stood against the wall with a small bag in her hand. She shrugged and began to put on eye makeup. “Same thing. I’m not sure why they have a different name for us. For some reason there’s this idiotic belief that cambions are humans gifted with special powers. The truth is, I’m no different from my mother. I am a succubus.”
“You’re the same?” Hope welled up within him along with relief and he moved to sit on the bed. He had no idea if what she said was true, he would have to look it up later. Burnu had definitely told him they were demons.
“Yup. I mean, if you want to get really technical about it, we’re not succubi. We’re human too, just the original model.” She leaned over the chest of drawers to the mirror hanging above it and seemed to examine her work. “Why all the questions?” she asked peering at him in the mirror.
“I came here because I was looking for a succubus…” he began.
“Mm hm. Well, you found one.”
He lost his train of thought as she rolled a tube of lipstick over her lips. The same lips that had been wrapped around his cock last night doing the most wicked things to him.
She finished and started to walk back into the bathroom but her feet stopped short just before the door as if she had hit an invisible barrier. The look on her face was almost comical.
“What the…?” She backed up a step and then tried to move forward again but was halted once more in the same place. She reached in front of her and grabbed the doorway then tried to pull herself through but from the waist down, nothing else moved.
“What the hell is going on?!” She sounded scared now.
He stood. It was working, the binding spell was working! “Okay, I don’t want you to get upset but I put a binding spell on you.” He couldn’t help feeling bad about it. It wasn’t really in his nature to cast such spells but it had been necessary.
“You did what?” Her tone turned to acid and her eyes narrowed.
“A binding spell,” he repeated, “So you can’t go more than three yards away from me. Sorry, were you trying to go to the bathroom?”
He moved closer to give her more slack so she could go in. She stumbled slightly as the perimeter of the bind shifted. She straightened, looking even more upset, and moved away from the bathroom towards the front door.
“How dare you!” she raged. “I am not to be held in bondage by any man. Release me at once!” Her hands scrabbled at the door behind her for the knob.
“I’ll remove it I swear! It’s just, I need your help with something and I didn’t want you to disappear. I wasn’t sure how you would react when I told you I knew what you were.”
“You think I’m going to help you now!?” She looked like she would hit him if she could. Her eyes blazed emerald fire.
“I think, when you listen to what I have to say, you will.”
“And what if I don’t want to listen? You’re going to force me?”
He started to negate it but then stopped. She was right. The look in his sister-in-law’s eyes had haunted him since they’d spoken. He couldn’t let her down. Couldn’t let them both go on with the heartache of being childless. He shook his head, not knowing what to say.
“That’s it, I knew it! You men are all the same. You just take what you want and bend other people to your will.”
He held his hands out to her in pause. “Now look, I don’t even know if you can help me. I just wanted the opportunity to discuss it with you. That’s all. But before we do there’s something else I have to tell you about.” Better to come clean right away. He slowly inched forward towards her.
She yanked the door open.
“I don’t care! Whatever it is, I’m not doing it you jerk!” She turned go.
He quickly called out, “I just wanted to be honest and tell you…”
She took one step and then crumpled into a heap on the carpet.
“…About the sedative…”
Chapter 6
Geneva woke to the low sound of rushing air. Through the grogginess she could feel she was sitting in a chair and the side of her head was resting on something soft but firm. She cracked her eyes open a smidge.
Her hands were clasped in her lap. Was that a seatbelt across her hips? She opened her eyes a little wider. In front of her was what looked like the back of an airline seat. It had to be. There was a pull down tray and pocket with magazines.
What the hell?
Jagged bits of memory began to surface. She remembered stumbling through the airport while supported by a strong arm. A voice with an Australian accent saying, ‘She went at it a bit hard in the club last night’, and the TSA agent smirking and nodding as he waved them through security.
She lifted her head to see more. Definitely an airplane. It was dark. All the window shades had been pulled down and it looked like most of the passengers were asleep. Only a few of the overhead reading lights were on.
She turned her head to the seat next to her and frowned. There he was. The jerk that had put the binding spell on her and obviously dragged her onto a plane. A cute jerk, she couldn’t help adding. His head rested back against the seat and his chest rose and fell in slow deep breaths. He was clad in a t-shirt and jeans now. Her eyes trailed down his arms to the hands clasped in his lap. The deft feel of them on her body last night had told her he was a man who knew what women liked.
Cute, and good in bed, but still a jerk.
It was too bad that was all men were good for. A romp here and there was fine but anything longer inevitably resulted in them trying to dominate and control. She had no idea how women tolerated it. Still…it had been really nice to sleep with her head on his chest and feel his body next to her. He had passed out pretty quickly after their last round and for some reason she hadn’t had the heart to kick him out. Her eyes lifted back to his face. Its strong planes were relaxed and he seemed to be having a peaceful dream.
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