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  A long hour into the spell and Julien couldn’t stand it any longer. The sounds behind the privacy screen were getting to him. It was starting again, whatever Contreau was up to. Metal against metal, breathy sounds of pleasure and soft feminine moans gaining momentum until whoever was back there seemed ready to scream out in orgasm. Hell, Julien’s cock was so hard just from listening, he was ready to come in his pants. But whatever was going on, they didn’t make it, and the whimper that sounded this time, as the moans broke off, had Julien gritting his teeth.

  Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Julien couldn’t resist. He glanced back at Contreau’s assistant. The suit had pulled earphones on and was furiously texting away on his cell phone, doing his best, apparently, to pretend he was anywhere but here. With a small motion, Julien altered the privacy screen spell to allow him to look beyond its glowing walls.

  He blinked. His black jeans, already uncomfortably tight, seemed to shrink around his cock. Contreau had his back to the bed, apparently taking a short break. Julien stared at the succubus on the bed and swallowed hard. He’d never imagined a demon could be so incredible, so desirable. Usually demon kind repulsed him. This one took his breath away. Her lithe body curved deeply in all the right places. Hairless except for a short fringe of scarlet curls on her scalp, her crimson skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. She panted, her chest heaving with breaths that sent tremors through her full breasts to the tips of her stiffened nipples. Her pussy looked slick with cream. Her wings were pressed behind her and a long tail curved around her right leg. Bondage had never been one of his kinks, but seeing a set of silver cuffs on her wrists, knowing she was absolutely controlled sent waves of lust through his body.

  Contreau turned back to her. He fingered something, a crystal disk. He seemed bigger somehow, stronger. Julien frowned as he tried to remember exactly what Contreau had looked like when he’d entered the room. The politician remained fully clothed. With exaggerated care he laid the disk on her chest and then began to play with one of her nipples, pulling at its taunt tip until she squirmed.

  “Now, Syn, this time you’re going to give me a little more. Show me how much you want it. Give me everything you have, and maybe I’ll let you come.” He placed the disc on the demon’s chest.

  “Why don’t you fuck yourself?” Syn rasped. Julien caught the anger in her voice, and the frustration that was nearing desperation. He frowned. What was Contreau playing at? He’s not just going to torture her, leave her begging?

  Contreau laughed, his deep voice full of humor. Julien found himself listening hard to the man’s voice. No wonder he did so well on interviews. “I will, actually. You might not understand how this works exactly, Syn, but the more you give me, and the more you need to climax, the better this works.” He held up what looked like a glass dildo. It caught the light. “The more frantic you are, the better it’s going to feel when I transfer your power into me. I’ll enjoy the relief you were denied.”

  “You’re going to stick that up your ass and get off, Contreau? I bet your voters would like to see that.”

  She was either baiting him, or delaying him, Julien couldn’t decide which. Contreau’s eyes looked like flint, cold and hard. He reached out and grabbed the end of the demon’s tail.

  “Yes, after tonight, they probably would. They’ll want anything I can give them. Now lift your legs up high and hold them open. I’m going to see how your ass likes getting a little tail.” He laughed again. Julien shivered. There wasn’t a lot of sanity in Contreau’s laughter.

  Julien glanced upward to the demon’s face. Despite her bravado her lips trembled. He looked higher and found a pair of huge glowing eyes, half lidded in pleasure and pain. In her eyes he saw something. He’d done this. Never mind that as a succubus she was literally made for sex. He’d summoned her and chained her with magic and placed her at a crazy man’s mercy. She wasn’t here to make a deal with Contreau. Whatever he was doing, the politician was using her and she didn’t want to be a part of it.

  He should look away. He should forget this, forget her. He needed the money and she was a demon after all, not human. But her eyes told him different.

  * * *

  Syn felt eyes on her. The magician was watching. She could feel his interest, his desire. He wanted her. Was it only because she was bound, humiliated by Contreau? Or did he get his kicks staring through peepholes like the one he’d created in the privacy screen that sheltered Contreau’s sadistic actions? It didn’t matter, not really. His presence might be the only thing that could help her. She’d always enjoyed being watched. If she could imagine now that she was in her temple being served by the priests, enjoying their heated touch and absolute devotion, she might be able to bring herself to orgasm despite Contreau’s skill at leaving her wanting.

  She imagined the magician standing on the other side of the screen, stroking his cock to the same rhythm that Contreau used to thrust the crystal phallus into her pussy. The thought warmed her. She rocked her hips in a slow circle, trying to use every sensation to push her over the edge. If she could orgasm, she would be free. All the power Contreau had siphoned off would be returned threefold. She would break her chains and strangle him with the handcrafted silver links. If she could reach fulfillment.

  Of course, if the magician could see her, he could probably hear her too.

  “You shouldn’t kill this one, Contreau. He’s the best magician you’ve ever had.”

  The politician never missed a beat. “But I don’t kill them, Syn, you do. And you leave so little evidence. You have to admit this is the perfect set-up.” He thrust into her and she groaned. She was so close.

  “Speaking of the set-up, I think we’re done here.” He pulled away from her, and she bit back a cry of despair. Her body was weak. He’d drained most of her power and she was left with nothing, not even enough power to return to her realm. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how close you were. But you can’t hide that from me, Syn. You’re mine. I can call you any time I need you. And you can’t do anything but obey.”

  Syn watched helplessly as he set about obliterating the first section of the binding spell. The magician had been thorough, but Contreau knew far more than he should as a politician. Someone had taught him the ins and outs of summoning. Not for the first time, Syn wondered how the asshole had come up with the whole thing. How he had gotten his hands on sacred relics? Perhaps he was a magician as well, and used others as scapegoats.

  The only way Syn could return to her realm and temple now was to absorb the power of the magician. Even if she would rather rend Contreau limb from limb, there was never any time to recover sufficient strength to catch him before he made his escape, leaving the magician as a final sacrifice to the magic that had summoned her here. She would take the mage and use his power to return home. Home, where she could recover with the care of her acolytes, only to become vulnerable to Contreau’s call once again.

  “There you are, my dear,” Contreau’s voice dripped with charisma. He was already pulling power from the crystals. “With the release incantation you’ll be free to clean up after me and go home. Rest up. I have something new for next time.”

  Syn stared at him. Something in his tone sent a ripple of terror through her.

  “The election is next week. When I see you next Syn, it will be for the last time.” He patted her head like a man would his dog. “You’ve been good. But I need it all.”

  He was going to kill her. Whatever he had in mind, it would be worse than this, and there would be no recovery. This was her last chance. Terror and fury thrummed through her, loaning her a moment of strength. She lunged for him, her claws raking out toward him. But he was too good, too obsessed with the details. He’d left her bound by the silver chains that would only dissolve after his departure. Despite the damage he’d done to the binding spells, she couldn’t reach him.

  * * *

  Julien snapped the window shut and forced his attention toward prete
nding to clean up from the summoning. Contreau was rounding the privacy screen and Julien carefully ignored him and began to lay out the implements he would need to close off the spells and send the succubus home. If he could. His heart pounded and he hoped the evil son of a bitch couldn’t sense his panic like a shark could hone in on blood in the water. What the hell did he do? The power behind the screen was badly warped and already pounding out for release.

  “There’s always a price for secrets, isn’t there, Black?” Contreau’s voice held a charm to it, one that might have swayed Julien if he hadn’t known better.

  “True enough, sir.”

  Contreau motioned to his assistant who approached and held out Contreau’s coat, helping him shrug it over his shoulders. “Your money’s on the table.”

  Julien kept his face blank. His only chance was to deal with the demon on his own, without interference. If Contreau thought he was unaware of what had happened, he would expect Julien to close the damaged circle of the spell and leave himself open to the demon’s embrace. “I am very discreet. If you should need my services again, you know how to reach me.”

  Contreau didn’t bother to answer, he was already headed for the door, his assistant in tow. Julien watched them leave, and then shuddered as the door shut silently behind them. A simple wave of his hand reinstated the magical security he’d long ago installed over all the doors and windows. He slid a hand though his hair and pulled hard at the short strands. He was in deep shit.

  Power moved behind the privacy screen. Tempting as it was, he couldn’t leave the demon there and run for it. Like an idiot he’d tied himself to the spell with his own blood rather than sacrifice some little animal. Eventually someone would stumble over the thing and the demon would get free to chase him down, killing anything that got in the way. “Fuck.”

  He tapped the opaque privacy wall with the tip of his wand. It dropped away, revealing what was left of his summoning spell.

  Syn paced the edge of the chalked inscription, circling the bed that Contreau had brought. The rumpled satin sheets and the scent of sex nudged at him, reminded him of the thick swelling still throbbing in his jeans. She looked angry and tired. She’d been through a lot and Julien felt another twinge of guilt. She turned and caught him staring at her. She hissed, her lips drawing back to expose short fangs on either side of her mouth.

  “Stop that. We have to figure out a way to get you out of this mess.”

  Syn stopped moving, her attention completely focused on him. Despite the fact that she seemed fragile somehow, Julien understood for the first time how much a man could desire a demon.

  “Get me out? You are the one that’s screwed, magician. There is only one way out for me now, and you know it.”

  Julien forced himself to turn away from her and study the mess Contreau had made of the chalked spell. The drawing wasn’t that important, but he’d done something to the power that lay underneath the chalk. The spell was tainted. Releasing the circle would normally allow a demon to slip back to their own plane of existence. What had been done here would allow Syn to walk on earth, uncontrolled, if he lowered the circle.

  “If I let you go, can you go home?” Her eyebrows, thin, perfectly shaped lines of dark scarlet, raised in surprise. He felt her evaluating him.

  “You know the answer. Contreau has sucked me dry, so to speak.” Her lips twisted wryly. “I need your power.” She sagged against the bed.

  Julien’s mouth went dry as he watched her lay back against the satin sheets. His cock throbbed. He kicked himself—she’d just been abused. Thinking of taking her had to be wrong. But dear god…

  An idea hit him like a slap. His heart pounded.

  “What if we make a deal?”

  * * *

  Syn pursed her lips. She was tempted to stroke herself, to ease the ache between her thighs until the magician gave up and accepted what would happen, or he ran and she was forced to wait for an unsuspecting stranger. She would do more than kill Contreau for this.

  “What if we make a deal?”

  Syn shook her head. “What?”

  “I said, let’s make a deal.” Already the magician had pulled out his wand and was doing…something…to the spells set around the bed. He was unraveling some, twisting others together. To her eyes the spells glowed as he touched them, working the lines like they were a mass of woven threads. He was concentrating on them, his movements strong and certain.

  Power seeped through his skin, like a thousand particles of diamond dust. As he worked it pulsed, even through the confines of his black t-shirt and heavy black jeans. He was more muscular than most magicians she’d met, long and lean like a swimmer. She licked her lips. He was going to be delicious, and she would regret, a little, destroying him in her rush to be free.

  He’d finished and she studied the effect of the changes he’d created in the spells. Unlike Contreau’s taint, the magician had true magic. Of course, it was his spell to begin with. Her eyes widened as she realized just how much the spell was tied to him. He’d used his own blood. The new incantation was even stronger than the original summons, but she wasn’t sure exactly what some of it meant.

  “It’s sex magic.” The magician’s voice held a tone that reminded her of the ache between her legs.

  “Well I know that. What did you do?”

  “Sex builds power. Having sex in this circle will build energy. I can give you that power if you agree not to try to kill me—or hurt me in any way.”

  Hope caught at her, but was quickly dashed. “It won’t be enough to send me home.”

  “No. but it might be enough to let you find Contreau.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “A powerful incentive. And just what do you get out of it?”

  “Life. And you. I want you.”

  Syn glanced down. She could see the outline of his cock, thick and hard in the confines of his jeans. He might want to help her, but he definitely wanted to fuck her. That she understood. Contreau was going to kill her anyway, even if she managed to get home. He wouldn’t be expecting her here, on this plane. She would find him and kill him first. “Agreed.”

  “I need your blood. Just a drop. Right here to seal the agreement.”

  Syn hesitated. She’d never sacrificed blood for any spell other than as priestess. But what choice did she have? She walked over to him to stand in front of the portion of magic that held more complex energy knots than she had ever seen in over a hundred years of dealing with human magicians. “What is your name?”

  He studied her for moment, wondering perhaps what, if anything, the information could gain her. She could have told him she needed it for her peace of mind, but she doubted he would believe it. His eyes were dark blue, the color she’d heard attributed to the deepest bodies of water, something she herself had never experienced. “Julien. Do you agree?”

  She could smell him. Lust, strong and simple; magic—powerful, intense. He was watching her lips, staring at them. “Yes.” She held her wrist to her lips and nicked it open with a quick bite. His eyes widened, but he held his place as she dripped her blood, nearly black in this form, onto the spell.

  * * *

  Julien told himself to be careful. He was playing with fire. But neither one of them had much choice. Syn was dangerous, but he had the only answer. It was a risk he had to take and to hell with it—she was too beautiful not to touch, taste. He stepped into the circle, never taking his eyes away from hers. He leaned slowly forward, tilting his head to slant his lips against hers. He couldn’t bring himself to shutter her glowing eyes from his view, and he watched as they flickered from wariness to lust and back again.

  He shifted, turning to sit on the bed and she moved with him. He lifted his arms to circle her, stroking the naked skin of her back between the arch of her wings. Still her eyes stayed open, and he deepened their kiss, running his tongue over her lips and separating them. Finally, he delved inside her mouth, avoiding her fangs to taste her heat. As he did she made a soft sound
deep in her throat, and her eyes drifted closed. Was it surrender? It was so much more, he realized as she moved her own hands to run up his sides, stroking his back and coming to clutch at his shoulders.

  For the briefest moment, he thought about the magic, and whether she might turn on him somehow, after he’d set her free. Then, as she pulled closer to him and strove to press him down against the bed, everything was forgotten except her. He reached up to caress the fullness of her breasts. She was perfect. Her skin was the color of rubies, smooth, flawless. She was different than any woman he’d known—she was sex incarnate.

  Her nipples stood proudly erect, and he felt his own body stiffen in reaction, blood thundering through his veins as he struggled to take the moment slowly. When he sucked one nipple into his mouth he heard her moan, a low, powerful sound that could have driven him to orgasm right then and there. Between that, the scent of her, and the feeling of her supple skin under his hands and mouth, he might lose his mind.

  When her hands stroked lower to rub at his thighs and the bulge in his jeans, he knew he was lost. The power was already building in the spell and he felt drunk, or high, everything within him focusing on each sensation. She felt it too. What had been missing in her reaction to Contreau—pleasure. A deep groan resonated in his throat. He was never going to last if he didn’t take this slowly, and by God did he want it to last.

  “Julien,” she half-sighed, half-moaned his name. “Fuck me.”

  “Shh.” He kissed her, possessing her mouth more roughly now, nipping her lips with his teeth. Her moans were reckless now, and she squirmed on top of him. Somehow, her wings and tail had disappeared. Her appearance had shifted slightly. If anything she was more delicious. He raised himself up on one elbow as she gripped at his t-shirt, pulling it from the waist of his jeans. He took a moment to strip it off, and was rewarded as her fingers stroked his chest and stomach, then moved to attempt to open the top button of his jeans. He grinned and chased her away. His jeans were sort of the last barrier, and he was keeping them until the last moment. For just the tiniest instant, he hesitated. Only yesterday he had smirked at the idea of screwing a demon and how stupid it was to want them so much that you would risk your soul. Then her hands pulled at him again and he was undone.