Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Severed Ties Chapter 1
Severed Ties Chapter 2
Severed Ties Chapter 3
Severed Ties Chapter 4
Severed Ties Chapter 5
Severed Ties Chapter 6
Severed Ties Chapter 7
Severed Ties Chapter 8
Severed Ties Chapter 9
UNDENIABLY
HELLBOUND
A Spells That Bind novel by
Cassandra Lawson
Copyright ©2017 Cassandra Lawson
All Rights Reserved
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This book is a work of fiction. All characters and events are creations of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Also by Cassandra Lawson
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Severed Ties
Severed Ties Chapter 1
Severed Ties Chapter 2
Severed Ties Chapter 3
Severed Ties Chapter 4
Severed Ties Chapter 5
Severed Ties Chapter 6
Severed Ties Chapter 7
Severed Ties Chapter 8
Severed Ties Chapter 9
Author’s Note
About The Author
Also by Cassandra Lawson
Love Without Batteries Series
Dirty at 30
Naughty at 30
Sultry at 30
Moon Virus Series
Raven’s Blood
Embrace the Heat
Seducing Death
Shattered Restraint
Impulsive Destiny
Untamed Winter
Psy-Vamp Series
Vampires and Vixens
Safe Hex With a Vampire
Vampires Prefer Blondes
The Vampire Will See You Now
Wanton with a Vampire
Vampire in Geek’s Clothing
Wicked Crazy Vampire Love
Reckless Release Series
Rocking Standby
Spells That Bind Series
Sinfully Spellbound
Shamelessly Spellbound
Seductively Spellbound
Acknowledgments
An important in my writing process, is the beta reading phase. This is where three brilliant women give me their input. Sometimes, their input is downright brutal, and I truly love them all
for it. Thank you, Kari, Levenia, and Ria for your time and support. I couldn’t do this without you.
Chapter 1
Lucifer
My sigh echoed through the room. The only other sound was from the succubus sucking my dick. She knew what she was doing, like most succubi, but I couldn’t get into it. I was bored while getting a blow job. That said a lot about the sad state of my existence.
“This isn’t going to work,” I finally told her, earning me a glare from the daring sex demon at my feet. I suspected she was braver than your average succubus. With the mood I’d been in lately, few dared to cross my threshold. She was an attractive demon with a lot of spirit, so I’d allowed her to stay and try to coax a response out of me. It had been a long time since I’d had any genuine interest in a succubus, not since shortly after my daughter’s birth. Still, with golden hair and amber eyes, she’d stirred my lust. That hadn’t lasted long.
“Don’t feel bad,” she began. “It happens to every guy sometimes.”
I amended my opinion of her. The demon wasn’t daring; she was stupid. When I said nothing, she got to her feet and shifted uncomfortably.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
I wasn’t certain if she was apologizing for having insulted my manhood, or if she had suddenly decided to blame herself for my lack of interest.
“Thank you for stopping by.” I sounded bored, but I couldn’t help it. I was bored, and I wasn’t in the mood to entertain.
After the little demon slunk out of the room, I shouted, “Rainer!”
As expected, my right-hand man stalked into the room. My boredom faded when I saw the irritation on his face. He was one of the few who stood up to me. In most, I found that trait intolerable. With Rainer, I valued his willingness to speak his mind and tell me when he thought I was wrong. He was more than my right-hand man; he was my friend. I’d known him since his birth. Rainer and his brother, Xavier, had always fascinated me. The sons of a fallen angel and a witch, I’d expected them to be powerful demons. Both were fallen angels—a rare outcome for such a pairing. When fallen angels intermingled with other species, they generally produced demon offspring—powerful demon offspring, but still demons. I’d been involved in Rainer and Xavier’s training, mostly out of curiosity. I’d wanted to see what they would become. Somewhere along the way, they’d become my friends.
“Muffy didn’t last long,” Rainer remarked casually. My friend had tried turning the demon away at the door, so my sending her away so soon likely amused him.
“Is that her name?” I asked as I poured myself a drink.
Rainer raised an eyebrow at my question. “You might have an easier time finding a woman to date if you remembered their names.”
“We both know I wasn’t planning to date her,” I said before taking a sip of my whisky. It burned all the way down, just the way I liked it. I needed a drink after hearing the it happens to all guys line from a succubus. “What is wrong with me, Rainer?” I asked as I collapsed onto the leather sofa in my den. My head dropped back, and my eyes closed.
“Do you really want me to answer that question?” he asked.
“No,” I replied with a chuckle. “You’re far too brutal. Women love bad boys. I’m Lucifer—the ultimate bad boy. I shouldn’t have any trouble finding a date.”
“You need to get out of Hell to find someone,” was his response. This wasn’t the first time he’d made that suggestion.
“That hasn’t done me much good in the past,” I argued. Having given up hope of finding a nice demon or fallen angel, I’d tried dating other preternatural beings with no success.
“There’s a witch club where you might have some luck,” Rainer suggested. My expression must have conveyed how skeptical I was. Witches were elitists by nature. While there were some who intermingled with those from the demon realm, like Rainer’s father, it wasn’t common. Witches might have a fling with a fallen angel, but few would consider anything more. “Other preternatural creatures frequent the club. The witch who runs it has a powerful dampening spell on the place. If I had to guess, I’d say there are several overlapping spells. No one can use any magic in the club. You’d be less conspicuous there.”
“It still seems unlikely I’ll go unrecognized,” I pointed out. While most humans could walk past me without giving me more than a passing glance, few in the preternatural community would mistake me for anyone else. “I suppose I could dress down.”
“That would make you less noticeable,” Rainer agreed.
I occasionally dressed in casual attire when I was in the demon realm. I currently had on jeans and a black t-shirt. When traveling to the human realm, I always wore expensive suits. It was all about image.
“Even if you don’t find a woman who doesn’t recognize you, you should get out,” Rainer insisted. “Lately, you’ve been spending too much time in Hell.”
“It’s not as if I can go on an extended vacation to get away from it all,” I reminded him.
“True, but it would do you some good to get away for a few hours from time to time,” he insisted.
I let out a tired sigh and set my drink on the end table so I could rub the back of my neck. “Is it me, or do things seem worse recently?”
In the last month, I’d dealt with four demon riots in the prison sector. I wasn’t sure what had changed to cause these recent disruptions. Most prisoners had been there for centuries, and they were resigned to their fate. These weren’t demons who could be rehabilitated. They weren’t going to be released from prison. The most they could hope for was a transfer to a nicer prison. Occasionally, a group of demons tried to escape, or started a riot, but not often. Fear of punishment kept them from being too big a problem. Four riots in a month was unprecedented.
“It’s not you,” Rainer replied. “I’m worried there may be something big being planned.”
“Something needs to be done,” I stated.
“But not tonight,” Rainer added. “Let’s go out. You need it. Hell, I need it.”
I nodded and stood. “You’re right. Who knows? This may even be my lucky night.”
“You could meet the perfect woman tonight,” Rainer added, even though neither of us believed that.
Chapter 2
Beatrice
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I grumbled as I sipped my drink. It was some fruity concoction Persephone had picked out for me—a bright pink drink with glitter in it. The bartender hadn’t been amused when I’d asked how many unicorns they’d had to grind up to make the drink. “This is not my kind of place.”
“We both need this adventure,” Persephone insisted as she looked around The Cauldron. I’d heard of the club, but I’d never been before tonight. Other than Persephone, I didn’t have any close friends. I was an outcast—a shapeshifting witch. My kind is considered the lowest of witches. That didn’t matter to Persephone, whose witch parents had kept her isolated from other witches growing up. She knew I was lower than her on the hierarchy, but she didn’t care. Persephone had decided upon meeting me that we would be best friends. Since we now shared an apartment, it seemed she was right.
We were nothing alike. With her red hair and green eyes, Persephone looked sweet and innocent. I had black hair and unnaturally green eyes. My eye color added to the belief some witches held about shapeshifting witches being part demon. Our differences went beyond appearance. While Persephone was excited about exploring the world, I was jaded about most things.
“What kind of adventure are we going to have?” I asked my friend. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her energy rubbed off on me at times. When she’d asked me to go to the club with her, I’d initially refused. Then, she’d started talking about how exciting it would be to have a night out.
“We should meet two handsome warlocks and dance the night away,” Persephone suggested.
I laughed at her zeal. “The whole night?” I asked. “Maybe we should start out slow and dance once or twice.”
“The wh
ole night,” she insisted. “Then we can have torrid affairs with our handsome warlocks.”
“Why warlocks?” I asked with a grin. “How about a torrid affair with a sex demon?” If I was going to have an affair, a sex demon seemed like a better choice.
Persephone giggled. “My mother would lose her mind. She’s already beyond shocked that I’m working for a succubus.”
Persephone’s parents were extremely overprotective. Surprisingly, her parents had no issues with shapeshifting witches, and they’d even told her they were happy she was living with me.
A man approached us, his eyes on Persephone. I didn’t blame him. She looked great in her short red dress. He smiled and tried to make eye contact with her, but my friend was looking at her empty drink, oblivious to the attention. “I should get another one of these,” she announced.
“Can I buy you a drink?” the guy asked Persephone. With blond hair, blue eyes, and dimples, he was attractive, in a clean-cut, boy-next-door kind of way—exactly the type of guy I pictured my friend dating.
“I can order another one when our waitress comes by the table again,” Persephone replied with a bright smile. “That is very sweet of you to offer.”
“She likes to dance,” I told her suitor.
“I really do,” Persephone agreed with a wistful smile.
“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked her.
She looked like she was about to say no, probably worried about leaving me on my own. My friend still didn’t believe me when I told her I didn’t mind being on my own. “She’d love to,” I answered. As my grinning friend was led to the dance floor, I couldn’t hold back my own smile. Persephone definitely deserved an adventure—maybe nothing as exciting as a torrid affair, but she could dance the night away.
My eyes scanned the room and landed on the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He was tall, at least a foot taller than me. His long brown hair was pulled back from a face that was a work of art with full lips and sculpted cheekbones. A neatly trimmed beard covered his chin. I was getting turned on from simply looking at the man. That never happened. I wasn’t the type to react this strongly to a man.
Before I could look away, his gaze moved in my direction and locked with mine. I found it impossible to look away. Reaching out blindly, I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips just to give myself something to do. His full lips lifted, and his grin had me fighting the urge to squirm in my seat. Seriously, who was this guy, and why was I reacting this way to him?
Naturally, the woman by his side was gorgeous, with long purple hair and a curvy frame. When he turned to say something to her, I figured the moment was over. At least, that’s what I thought, until he left the pinup girl and began walking my way. My eyes widened as I watched his leisurely approach. They narrowed when he arrogantly sat across from me at the table as if he had the right to join me without asking first.
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