Shamelessly Spellbound (Spells That Bind Book 2) (12 page)

Chapter Twenty-Nine
Melina

I was doing something completely out of character and taking
a night off. When I’d called to let Leo know I wasn’t planning to stop by the
studio tonight, he’d been shocked. The other writers had been fine with a short
phone meeting to go over what everyone was working on.

While they were filming some of the scenes I’d rewritten, I
figured they could always call me if there was a problem. Tonight, I’d decided
to think about myself, and spend the evening at Trevor’s home. The way I saw
it, I had two choices with Trevor. I could try to avoid getting close to him,
which wasn’t an entirely bad idea. Keeping some emotional distance from Trevor
made sense for more reasons than the possibility of my heart being broken. I
needed to keep my emotions in check with Trevor so I didn’t hurt
him—physically, not emotionally. The idea of hurting Trevor frightened me much
more than the possibility of having my heart broken, and I could definitely
hurt him if I lost control of my demon powers, which had a tendency to happen
more when I was feeling overly emotional. I had some jewelry with wards to help
keep those powers under control, like the anklet I hadn’t taken off since I’d
left my house on Sunday, but it could only do so much.

Shaking off those thoughts, I focused on the real reason I
was spending time with Trevor—great sex. That word didn’t do it justice. Sex
with Trevor was phenomenal. I could see why witches practically fell at his
feet. At first, I’d thought it had to do with his looks. I mean, Trevor is
gorgeous, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I’d been attracted to him
from the beginning. I’d wanted to be annoyed with his attempts to flirt with
me, but his awkward attempts to get my attention had been kind of cute. I’d
already known who he was before he’d introduced himself. Trevor Dupree was
somewhat of a legend among witches, and I’d always figured I’d be immune to his
charms, assuming he was a pretty warlock with no depth. I’d pictured him as
some douche bag, fucking his way through every eligible witch. That wasn’t
Trevor, and it didn’t take long to realize he was looking for true love and a
witch to spend the rest of his life with. While I knew I wasn’t the witch for
Trevor, I was going to enjoy him while I could.

“Focus,” I muttered, realizing my mind had wandered again. While
I’d finished the writing I needed to get done today, I’d come up with a few
ideas I wanted to try out with the witches, Lindsey in particular. The scene
had been inspired by my encounter with her the previous night, and it had
shocked the other writers when I’d suggested it. They hadn’t expected me to
give her more lines after the insults she’d hurled at me, which surprised me
since they all knew I’d heard much worse from actors on the show. Lindsey might
be crazy, but she was a good actress.

Hearing the front door open, I logged off my computer and
plugged in my laptop.

“Melina?” Trevor called out.

“I’m in your office,” I yelled. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“I’m going to put the groceries away,” he told me.

I headed into Trevor’s kitchen and found him unloading
several grocery bags. I’d been surprised to discover Trevor could cook. In my
experience, since most witches and warlocks could use spells to keep their
weight down, they didn’t worry about what they ate. That meant many of them
lived on takeout. You could get just about any type of food delivered to a
witch neighborhood, making the temptation even greater. As for Trevor, I’d
pictured him living the bachelor life with a fridge full of leftovers in
takeout boxes. I wasn’t saying Trevor was a master chef, but he could make
simple dishes, which was fine with me. If I wanted anything fancier, I could
make it myself.

“How was work?” I asked, enjoying the oddly domestic scene.

“Uneventful, for the most part,” he replied with a warm
smile. “Were you writing exciting new scenes for
Night High
in my
office?”

“Nah,” I replied. “I was checking your computer to see if
you’d downloaded any good porn lately.”

Trevor looked at me, his lips twitching. “Did my porn meet
your expectations?”

“It was exactly what I expected to find on a lawyer’s
computer,” I told him. “I got bored watching before the couple finished with
the pre-sex contract negotiations.”

“Are you telling me you don’t find contract negotiations
sexy?” he asked, feigning shock. “There’s one with some hot litigation.”

“If that’s your attempt to talk dirty to me, you’re failing
miserably,” I replied with a grin.

“This will never work,” he said with a regretful sigh.
“Maybe we should end it now before angry words are spoken.”

“Or, I could suck that fabulous cock of yours again,” I
suggested.

“Let’s go with that option,” he agreed with a decisive nod.
“I can live without contract negotiations, but I’m not sure I could live
without that talented mouth of yours.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I’d think a lawyer would take
contract negotiations over fellatio any day.”

Trevor glided forward, placing his hands on my lower back
and leaning down to speak close to my lips. “Then I guess I’m not a very good
lawyer, because I’ll take having your sexy mouth wrapped around my dick over
contracts any day of the week.”

Reaching a hand between us, I gripped Trevor through the
fabric of his dress pants. He was already hard, and I licked my lips in
anticipation, which made Trevor groan in response. I loved the feeling of
control I had over this man. While there were times it felt like he completely
dominated me sexually, the truth was, I had him at my mercy.

“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 himself
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.

Other books

Rama the Gypsy Cat by Betsy Byars
Vertical Run by Joseph Garber
What Changes Everything by Masha Hamilton
Sorcerer's Luck by Katharine Kerr
Jacquie D'Alessandro by Loveand the Single Heiress
03 Mary Wakefield by Mazo de La Roche
The Architect by Connell, Brendan
Crimes Against Magic by Steve McHugh
The Sorcerer's Dragon (Book 2) by Julius St. Clair
Death and the Maiden by Sheila Radley


readsbookonline.com Copyright 2016 - 2024