Trickery by Sabrina York Page B

building.”
    “We do?” She’d never noticed.
    “I think so. I’ve seen you getting mail.”
    How on earth could she have missed him? She really needed to pay more attention to things. Certain things, anyway.
    “Yeah. That’d be great.”
    “Awesome.” He sketched a wave. “I’ll be back in five.”
    And as easily as that, Willow lured her first man with magic.
    And broke her first cardinal rule.
    If anyone found out, there’d be hell to pay.

Chapter Two
     
    The walk back to her apartment took forever. Willow had trouble restraining herself, from skipping ahead and grabbing his hand and tugging him to move faster. Her mind roiled with scenarios of seduction and they all ended in the same way. His cock—his thick hard cock—deep inside her.
    She licked her lips and gazed at him, loving that she had to tip her chin to see his face. She loved a looming man. A big, muscular looming man. She loved when they pushed her down on the bed and forced their way between her thighs. She loved the weight of them, the pressure of their bodies on hers. The domination…
    Of course, it wouldn’t do begin there. She’d have to lead Austin down this path step by step. Train him properly. If he was as good as she expected, as good as her instincts screamed, she’d want to keep him, even after the Circle. Even after the Goddess assigned her a warlock mate with whom she would be obliged to make magical babies.
    She’d have to keep him a secret. The Sisters would have a conniption if they found out—they were very particular about whom she fucked.
    Why they cared, she didn’t have a clue.
    “Here we are.” Austin sprinted up the steps and held open the door to their brownstone. He bowed in a charming old-fashioned manner. “After you, milady.”
    Willow giggled and stepped inside, aware that he followed, prowled behind her like a big cat. Silly boy. He thought he was seducing her .
    She glanced at him as she fit her key in the lock. Saw his face fall.
    “I thought…” He trailed off, looking woebegone and dejected.
    “What?”
    “I thought maybe we’d go to my place.” He gestured up the stairs. “Have a drink?”
    Her lips curled. He thought she was dismissing him. That she’d simply allowed him to walk her home and this was the end of it. Silly, naive little mortal.
    “A drink? I’d like that.” She opened her door wide and waved him in. He didn’t budge. She cleared her throat. “I have a lovely bottle of wine I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
    Just how special, he could never know.
    “Great.” His face lit up. “Bring it.”
    Willow blinked. She’d always envisioned entrapping him in her apartment, had layered spells all around the bed to ensure his compliance with her wicked wishes. But…surely it didn’t matter if they fucked first in his bed. Did it? The potion would guarantee his submission. “Okay. Let me grab it.”
    She rushed into her apartment, through to her kitchen and grabbed the bottle she’d filled only last night. It was sealed with a waxed stopper, intricately etched with an erotic incantation. She snagged the chalice as well and chuckled to herself.
    Austin wouldn’t know what hit him.
    She practically floated up the two flights of stairs in his wake, twitching and creaming and trying to still her heart as his ass, his perfectly molded, tight ass, waggled in her face. Yum. Yum, yum, yum.
    It was delicious, having power like this, despite all the pesky rules and constraints that came with them. She could have any man she desired. Anytime she wanted him.
    Delicious.
    His hand trembled a little as he unlocked the door. It took several tries for him to put the key in the lock, but he was hardly tentative. He ushered her into his apartment, spun her around, plastered her against the wall and put his hot hard mouth on hers.
    Mercy! The calling spell was definitely stronger than she’d realized.
    She didn’t mind at all.
    Austin’s kiss was scrumptious, a tantalizing mix of