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It’s steamy here – unusual weather for Atlantic Canada this time of the year. But step outside the air conditioning and the air strokes your skin like a wet kiss.  So it must be time to put up another installment of Calling Syn, my succubus story from Demon Lovers: Succubus anthology. Oh, and if you want to go back to my first post and read the beginning, it is here, and the second installment is here. Enjoy! Cover of Demon Lovers Succubi Anthology


Calling Syn

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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 that 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.

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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 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 moment, 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.

He fingered the wet heat of her pussy. Dear god, I am never going to get over this.

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Her heart was going to pound its way out of her chest. She’d never felt such intense need. The hours of teasing and straining for orgasm had done things to her that no temple ceremony had ever achieved—she was ravenous with desire. Julien’s hands and kisses flowed over her body, bringing wave after wave of glorious sensation. All around her she could feel his magic pulsing with the power of their lust and it brought her to the trembling edge.

She could hear her own guttural moans and a part of her was amazed at her lack of inhibition with another human so soon after Contreau. There was no comparison between the two men. Contreau only took from her, not even bothering to give her the pleasure of a kiss. Julien risked everything to give them both a chance to escape, and he relished in the pleasure between their bodies. His soft groans were thrilling, pushing her level of desperation as he moved so slowly to lift her to her knees and finger every inch of her skin. The fact that he wanted to take his time with her was exciting, and maddening.

“Now,” she demanded, but he ignored her, his lips pressed against her navel. Finally he slid lower on the bed until she knelt over his face. He lifted his lips to her pussy and dragged his tongue over her. Within moments she was lost in a spiral of bliss. Her mouth shaped the words, and she breathed out his name.

He pulled her down to stretch out against him, parting her legs so she could rub against him. The rough texture of his jeans was breathtaking after the velvet heat of his tongue. She clutched him to her, wrapping herself around his body. She reached again for his jeans and this time he shifted to allow her hands entry, even as he teased her breasts with his hands and ravished her neck and shoulders with his mouth.

“Just a minute,” he growled.

He stood up from the bed long enough to pull off his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick and stiff, proving to her that he needed her as much as she needed him. She reached out to stroke him, rose to touch her lips to him, but he pulled at her shoulders.

“I don’t think I can take that, and live to follow through,” he rasped. His eyes were clouded with lust.

He lifted her to her knees, and pressed their bodies together even as his lips met hers. She tasted her own cream and his distinct masculine flavor as she opened her mouth to his. Skin against skin, they kissed. He gripped her ass, lifting her slightly, enough to encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist. He pushed between her legs with his hips, and parted her, half thrusting and half lowering her onto him. She gasped with pleasure. He groaned her name out loud. Her climax was nearly immediate, his took a blessedly long time.

For the next hour, time stood still as they brought each other over the edge again. With each flow of desire, each peak, Syn felt the energy return to her. It was enough, more than enough to chase Contreau.

“Are you being generous, or do you just hate Contreau after what he had planned?”

“I don’t give a fuck about Contreau.” Julien murmured against her skin. He was sated and she could feel the urge to rest growing within his body. She checked the energy of the magic around them. He had given her everything he had. He was nearly helpless. Surprise, and something else, slipped though her. He had trusted her to keep to her bargain.

She looked down at him. His eyes were nearly closed.

“Your magic has restored me. But I could take you again. I could use my sex magic to make you give the very last of your power. I could drain you.”

His eyes opened, that deep blue unlike any on her plane. “You could try. Or you could chase after Contreau, finish him, and then come back to me. We could do it together. We could find a new spell. One that gives us everything. Or one that takes nothing. You could show me what you really look like.”

Syn remembered the look on Contreau’s face and his promise to call her again. To take everything, even her life. And then who would protect her temple and the acolytes there?  Who would stop him from calling one of them and draining their power?

“You’re tied to me now, Syn, your blood to mine. I told you, we’re in this together. You do what you have to with that asshole. And then it’s just you and me.”

He was offering her revenge, and escape, and perhaps power, all tied with the pretty bow of his lust. For as long as the blood bond between them endured. They would be lovers. Partners. How could she say no?


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Hope you enjoyed that! Don’t forget, this comes from a great anthology, still available for sale, and that a longer book from me will be out this fall – Claiming Syn!