Angie moved to rise, eager to prevent Stan from leaving, but her lightning speed was gone. She could move her head and turn her hips, but her arms and legs were locked around Sebastian as if their skin had been fused together.
"Don't bother." Sebastian looked completely unsurprised at the recent development.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Magick," he said.
"What the hell does that mean? Magick?"
"You wished that we would stay like this forever. Now we're stuck together."
"That's not funny," Angie said. "We don't have time for jokes. We've got to stop your friend before he tells the whole city I'm a vampire."
"Yeah, well, I'm not joking. I'm a genie. You have my ring. You made a wish. I granted it."
Angie's jaw dropped. "You're a what?"
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Chapter Seven
Excerpt of Luci
Bella Roccaforte with Michelle Fox
Half-demon Luci has the world at her finger tips. She’s sexy, powerful and runs the Second Circle Casino her Daddy gave her. The one thing she doesn’t have is what her father, Lucifer, wants most: The Sword of Splendor, his key back into heaven. If she doesn't get it for him, Daddy Dearest will send her right back to hell.
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“Shoulders back, boobs up...” Luci stands before the large black double doors that lead to the main floor of her casino. She cups her ample breasts to seat them perfectly in her leather bustier. Luci always wants to look her best, it’s adds to the ambience and keeps customers coming back. “Mmm.” She lets out a hum at how nice they are. Breasts always make a nice distraction for losers at the card tables.
The small demon to her right bows his head while steadying a full length mirror, gilded with silver. “Mistress, your mirror.”
“Thank you.” She straightens her thigh-high stocking, twisting her ankle to see her black, patent leather, knee-high boots.
“You look beautiful, Mistress.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” She throws the double doors open to the bustling casino. Music, chatter, cries of excitement flood her senses. A smile glints on her lips as she begins to strut through the aisles.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Luci hears the man coming on to her, but doesn't care. He’s boring and not worth a second thought.
The music is a low for her taste. With the wave of her hand the volume increases and hard industrial with a sexy beat she can walk to streams from the speakers. Prancing through the rows of slot machines, she pauses and looks over the shoulder of an older, well-dressed gentleman. Bells and whistles sound, and lights begin to flash. The man jumps from his seat. “I finally hit the jackpot.”
“Vanni.” Luci purrs with warning.
Vanni turns and winces. “Luci, how are you?”
“Terribly disappointed.” She pulls her perfect red lips into a thin line. “You know the rules, no magic while gambling.”
“Pure luck, Luci.” Vanni's already pale skin turned a shade lighter with nervousness.
Luci leans down, pressing her breasts against his back. “Let's remember what my demons can do to a naughty vampire.”
Vanni nods stiffly as Luci continues her parade through the casino. She admires the red, velvet lined walls and black sconce chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Surveying the gamblers losing their money, winning a little of hers. She’s satisfied, everyone seems to be enjoying themselves.
She spots a familiar werewolf at the bar. Beau is an excellent lover, he’s never disappointed her before, “Mmm, I didn't even know I was hungry.” She purrs to no one in particular remembering their last encounter. Beau’s always good for a quick distraction, besides he’s here because he wants to fuck.
“Hey, Beau, you here to drink, gamble, or were you looking for a little bit of Luci?” She runs her finger along his shoulder, tracing down his bicep.
Beau turns, piercing her with deep, green eyes, set off by his black, wavy hair. “I wasn't here for the watered down booze.” His deep timbre sends a tremble between her thighs.
“You know my booze isn't watered down, them’s fightin' words.” She seductively licks her lips. “You want to fight?”
“I do.” He sweeps her off the stool and carries her back toward her living quarters.
Luci doesn't wait for privacy, she nibbles his ear and aggressively bites his neck, snarling. She knows werewolves like it.
Beau turns and pushes the door to the hallway open with his back. He slams Luci against the wall, wrapping her legs around him. She can feel the hard bulge straining against his jeans. She strokes his length, grabbing on. “I want it.”
“You'll get it, in good time.” He growls in her ear and kisses her neck, trailing down her collar bone to her breasts. One-by-one he unclips each eyelet on her bustier. He cups one breast in his hand and circles her hard nipple with his tongue, nipping and teasing to make it harder.