Page 11 of Handcuffs and Hexes

By the time I realized he was going to give me a goodnight kiss, it was already too late. A firm hand came to press me down by thecollarbone, and I caught a flick of his forked tongue across his lips before his mouth covered mine.

This was like no other goodnight kiss I’d ever had. Fireworks went off, and heat started racing to my fingers and toes. Images of all the sexy, dirty things we could be doing rushed into my head. An invisible arm slithered under the sheets and under the thin shirt to brush against my thighs. I clenched my belly at the butterflies forming there but couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips.

Liam chuckled, satisfied with himself, his forked tongue forcing its way into my mouth. His hand, which had been on my collarbone, snuck up around my throat, collaring me. The smoky tendril of his phantom fingers snaked higher, teasing at that very fine line between thigh and crotch. By the time he let me up for air, I was going out of my ever-loving mind.

“Sleep tight.” Those were his last words as he waltzed out of the room like he hadn’t just upended my world.

Chapter 6

Liam

Istretched,enjoyingthefeel of the silky sheets and my sexy wizard’s warm skin next to my body as the morning sun streamed in through the gap in the curtains. Technically, demons didn’t need to sleep, but I’d learned that I rather enjoyed it, especially when I got to wake up like this. It was like getting a reminder that I was here and alive and free every morning.

I hadn’t always thought of it like this. At first, I’d hated it. Sleep reminded me of being put away when my services were no longer deemed useful. I never knew when I’d be awake again, never knew how much time would’ve passed. Back then, I’d hated every part of this half-life that I lived. Being conscious sucked because I had to do someone else’s bidding, but being unconscious was worse because, well, I might as well not have been alive.

Now, things were different. All thanks to Seth. I loved napping with him, but I loved waking up with him even more.

Seth, on the other hand, hated mornings. Always had.

“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, even though I hadn’t said a single word yet.

I grinned, letting my hands roam his body under the blankets, feeling all the bulges and dips of his hard-earned muscles. Unlike me, he couldn’t form his body to perfection, and he’d chosen not to rely solely on magic either. He was the real deal, an Adonis in the flesh, made by hours of lifting heavy.

Seth was grumpy, like he was most mornings, and shoved my hands off. So I formed furry manacles with my soulstuff and bound his hands and feet, waking him up fully.

“I’m just getting even for last night,” I whispered before taking a gentle nibble of his pierced lobe.

Last night, Seth had cornered me after I’d left Hazel’s room

I’d still had Hazel’s taste on my tongue as I floated down to the home office. But Seth hadn’t been in his seat. The computer screen was still on, and there had been a copy of the finished report on it. The light in Little Bit, our ball python’s, enclosure had turned off already, which meant it was bedtime, on a weeknight anyway.

Before I could turn, I’d felt the familiar bindings of Seth’s magic settle over me, holding me frozen in place. Still dematerialized, Seth had reeled me in with his magic, pulling me through the floor and up into our room. I found myself standing at the foot of our four-poster canopy bed, solid again, but still unable to move. Deliberate footsteps echoed behind me moments before I felt his hands on me.

“Thought you could order me around without consequence, demon?” He’d nuzzled the side of my neck before nibbling a path down my shoulders.

“Oh no,” I’d admitted. “I was expecting this.”

I was one of the few people who could get away with ordering the stubborn wizard around, but I always knew it meant I’d be taking a few extra orders later on to make up for it. Orders I very happily followed each and every time.

His hands had explored me, kneading every muscle starting at my shoulders and making their way down my pecs and abs. My cock had sprung to attention between my legs, and since I could form any shape cock I wanted, I formed a perfect one for him. Thick and veiny, and hard as rock. I also willed my clothing, which was really just part of my soulstuff, away.

I’d closed my eyes, enjoying his touch as every caress lit a fire of desire in me. It was always like this with Seth. I’d once thought that I’d tire of him like I had with every other human I’d ever dallied with. But here I was, years later, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

But that was last night, and this was the morning. Now, I explored him the way he had me, and he surrendered control to me, leaning back against my body. We took turns holding the reins, and I liked it that way. It was never a dull moment with him.

Could you believe that I used to hate his guts? Seth had been young when I first met him. Just a teenager. Back then, I’d hated everything he’d represented. To me, young Seth had represented yet another generation trapped, slowly losing who I was. I’d been relatively young, for a demon, when his ancestors bound me through trickery to work for them. I’d been fearless and dumb, thinking I was above mere mortals. I hadn’t had the opportunity to grow much since.

Then there was young Seth, lauding his superior magical talent over his peers. In other words, we’d both been young, dumb, and foolish.

On the surface, his father had lent me to Seth while he was studying at an elite private school for the world’s top wizards. But in reality, he’d sent me to watch over and report on Seth while he was away.

To my surprise, Seth didn’t treat me like his forefathers. He’d always been a little different from other young wizards. He didn’t have many friends. At first, I’d thought it was becauseothers were jealous of his innate skills or simply because he was a little different and aloof. But it wasn’t long before it became clear to me that he hadn’twantedany friends.

Seth gave me a lot of freedom, with the caveat that I not get into any trouble that would come back to him. It was the first bit of freedom I’d had in a very long time. It was another century altogether and things were so different from what I remembered. I’d had to relearn everything. All the while Seth continued to excel in his training, and I’d had nothing but good things to report back to his father.

That was until I realized that he had been secretly studying witchcraft in his spare time as a way to augment his magic. Had this been why he’d given me such a long leash? Witchcraft was looked down upon by most wizards. I’d come clean, admitting that his father had sent me to report back on him, and that I was bound to tell the truth.

Seth had simply shrugged and told me exactly what to report, the truth: he was spending his spare time studying hard to build his magic. And if asked how, to simply say he’d been at the library researching. So I did. Since it was all technically true, his father never suspected a thing and never asked for details.

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