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  DON’T DRINK AND HEX

  SMUT SHORTIES

  USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR

  MILLY TAIDEN

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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  Latin Goddess Press

  New York, NY 10456

  http://millytaiden.com

  Don’t Drink and Hex

  Smut Shorties

  Copyright © 2014 by Milly Taiden

  Cover by Mina Carter

  All Rights Are Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Property of Milly Taiden October 2014

  ONE

  “I need that love potion mother,” Selena begged for the fifth time over the phone. She squeezed the cell so hard she could have broken it except she wasn’t that strong. Of course if she really wanted the phone gone she’d just use magic, but right at the moment what she wanted was her mother to cooperate.

  “No,” her mother, Lucila, replied.

  She growled and glared at the screen as though her mother could see her. “Fine. You know what? Be like that. I’ll make it myself. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.”

  “Selena Azul, you give your friend that potion and I will turn your ass into a baby for the day again,” her mother yelled. “You should know better than to offer magic as a way to retain any man.”

  She rolled her eyes. Her mother was such a downer. “Mom, chill. I got this.”

  “Are you drinking, young lady?”

  Whoops. Caught. She threw a side glance at her second bottle of wine, blew it a kiss and grinned. What did Lucila expect? It was a Friday night. She should know better than to ask her that.

  “Mother, I’m hardly a young lady.”

  She was going on her hundredth birthday. Trust her mother to make that sound like a teenager.

  “I don’t give a yellow frog’s wart how old you are, Selena! You don’t drink and hex. You know that. It’s in the rules.”

  She blew a raspberry and stared at the half-started love potion. She’d have to finish it or her friend wouldn’t be able to get her boyfriend back. Selena didn’t believe in tying a man with magic herself, but hell, her friend had sounded so desperate she’d offered to help before she really thought it through.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

  “One of these days, you’re going to get yourself into big trouble and I won’t be there to save you, Selena,” her mother said ominously.

  The effect of her mother’s warning was ruined when Selena burst into giggles. “Mom, I’m not a kid. I’ve got magic in my blood. You know better than to tell me things like that.”

  Magic and witchcraft were in Selena’s blood. Everyone in her family was a pure born with the ability to call on the elements. Her gift? Water. How she ended up being able to summon water when she couldn’t swim worth a damn was a big family joke.

  “Arrrgh!”

  That’s the last thing her mother said. Selena picked up the bottle of wine and tried to remember the rest of the ingredients to her love potion. She racked her brain and sighed. Screw a potion. Maybe she could find a spell instead.

  Yes! That’s what she’d do. She gulped on the wine, hugging the bottle to her chest. God. At her age you’d think she’d have a family, kids or at least a man. But no. What did she have? Wine.

  “Fuck it.” Wine was good enough for her godmother Cleopatra.

  Thinking of her beautiful ageless godmother was like a summons and within a second she appeared in her living room.

  “You called, dear?” Cleopatra asked, her body magically forming sitting on Selena’s couch.

  She sighed. “I’m sorry godmother. I was just thinking about you. But the moment I get a little wine in my system and all of a sudden I go from thinking to mentally summoning.”

  Cleopatra laughed and stood, her beautiful white gown swishing around her legs and the golden bracelets around her forearms glinting off the lights. “Ah, darling. If I wasn’t on my way to meet a handsome young stud, I’d totally stay here with you and chill.”

  “It’s okay, Godmother. I am trying to finish a love spell.”

  Cleo perked up, her smile wide over her mocha skin. A lot of people told Selena she looked like her. With her long sable black her and brown skin, she called enough male attention to get hot dates on most weekends. If she wasn’t in the mood to show off the curves she’d been born with, she just used a glamour spell to hide behind her other persona: the tall bitchy old woman.

  “Love spells,” Cleo sighed. “Those are fun. Are you trying Arianna’s Heart or the Gypsy Rose?”

  She took another swig of wine and bounced on her heels. “Gypsy Rose!” she squeaked trying not to choke. “That’s the one I need. I’ll check it out in my book.”

  Cleo hugged her to her side and pulled the wine bottle out of her hands. “Well don’t go doing it now. You’ve had too much to drink and are likely to make one of the hounds walking the streets fall in love with you.”

  Selena giggled. Her godmother was hilarious. One of the hounds. “I’ll be good.”

  Cleo smirked. “I have a feeling you’re going to have a very fun weekend, darling. Just remember to use condoms.”

  Selena picked up the bottle of wine Cleo had put on the table and sucked down a gulp. “Why use condoms when magic is the best type of contraception there is.”

  Cleo’s eyes went wide. “That’s right. You and your sisters can all do that natural contraception spell.” She sighed. “At my age, I don’t even think I need ‘em.”

  “Oh come on, Cleo,” she laughed. “You know you can make your body do whatever you want. That’s the fun stuff with magic.”

  Cleo shook her head. “I better go before you make me rethink this. Goddess knows I don’t need to go searching for a baby papa I don’t need.” She kissed Selena’s cheek and tapped her shoulder. “No love spells, child. You don’t need to get in trouble with the council.”

  Cleo was gone in the blink of an eye. Selena sighed and drank the remainder of her wine bottle. Now where did she put that other bottle at?

  Ah, yes. It was on her kitchen counter. She rushed over, not caring that she wore short shorts and an almost see-through tank top. She was home. Not like anyone was going to show up.

  Now about that love spell. Gypsy Rose. She summoned her book of spells and it appeared on its stand on the kitchen counter. Women were so obsessed with love spells. Didn’t they realize the best kind of love was for a man to want you from his own free will? She poured some of the wine in a glass this time. In case anyone else decided to show up and catch her making love to a damn bottle.

  If only her sexy as sin neighbor would come over and ask for something. Anything. With that body of his she was willing to listen to anything he had to say about turning into a giant wolf.

  Gage Black. Big. Sexy. Furry. Well, not all the time. The lone shifter had decided to live in Star City instead of the usual shifter woods. He’d moved in several weeks back and she’d only caught glimpses of him but every time she did her body went into nuclear meltdown.

  She flipped through the pages, thinking back on Gage. Those eyes of his made her want to stare into them forever. And that body? He had the sexy boy next door looks combined with sexy roug
h outdoors.

  Not normally a fan of the shifter world, he’d actually become a big temptation for Selena. She sighed. Gage Black also had two dozen or so women kicking his door down almost weekly. And she knew better than anyone what he was doing in there. She could hear him. There were nights she had to stop herself from using her powers to peek through the walls and see what the fuck he did to make the women scream in passion the way he did.

  She found the spell and looked at the words in black, saying them softly as she read, the items appearing in a cauldron next to her book as she read.

  Three hearts of precious wild pink rose

  that under sun and starlight grows;

  Three silver spoons of honey gold

  awakens powers of the old;

  Three silver spoons of brandy wine

  you shall be mine, you shall be mine.

  You shall be mine till I set you free

  This is my will, so mote it be.

  She stirred everything on the last three lines with a silver spoon as the spell dictated.

  Her mind got stuck on the last three lines and an image of her neighbor the wolf popped into her head.

  Gage,

  you shall be mine, you shall be mine.

  You shall be mine till I set you free

  This is my will, so mote it be.

  Thunder crackled around her. She had nowhere to pour the mixture so she settled for a wine glass. She poured the liquid and sighed. Her hands trembled. She eyed the wine bottle, went to grab it and set it back down on the kitchen counter. She’d just filled her empty wine glass when all hell broke loose. Loud groaning and growling came from her walls. She gasped and rushed away from the spell. The earth spun on its axis. She couldn’t hold on. Everything went dark.

  TWO

  Gage Black had no idea what his neighbor was up to, the sounds coming from her apartment worried him. He’d just gotten off the elevator and with each step he took to his place, something told him to go check on her. She’d been hiding from him since he moved in, but he’d been very aware of her.

  With her big sexy curves and gorgeous dark skin, she’d given him enough fantasies to jerk off for months. Loud groaning and thunder sounded again. The animal inside refused to listen and go home.

  Fine. He’d go knock on her door and make sure everything was okay.

  He knocked once. Twice. No answer. The wolf became agitated. Dammit.

  With a slight jiggle of the handle he was inside. Flimsy door.

  The apartment was not what he expected when he saw Selena. She was a curvy feminine woman. Her apartment, on the other hand, was not. Bare minimum décor and only a few photos on a mantle.

  “Selena?” He called out her name but got no answer. Another tug and the animal inside ran circles under his skin. Something was wrong.

  He started to walk toward the right but something caught the corner of his eye. With a swift turn, he glanced at the kitchen and saw her on the floor. His heart thudded hard in his chest. Fear clutched at his gut. He ran for her, checked for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he found it. Her kitchen was a mess. There were items strewn all over and two wine glasses on the counter. He picked her up slowly and carried her to her sofa.

  She mumbled something but he couldn’t make sense of it. He sat down and pushed her long jet-black hair away from her face. Her normally golden brown skin appeared pale and her lips pursed as if she were in pain.

  “Selena?” He cupped her cheek and lowered his face to hers. “Selena?”

  Selena opened her eyes and sighed. “I’m dreaming. Wow.”

  It was Gage. He was holding her and she didn’t want to wake up. No fucking way. His lips lifted in a smile that could destroy feminine brain cells. “Do you want me to be a dream?”

  She nodded. She knew he had enough women warming his bed that he wouldn’t want her, but boy was it nice to fantasize. This was the most vivid fantasy she’d ever had. It had to be that wine. Her mother had given it to her last Christmas but damn that was powerful. “I need more wine,” she licked her lips and glanced from his eyes to his sexy mouth. “Want some?”

  “Do you think wine is the right thing you should be drinking right now?”

  She nodded. What did it matter anyway? She was dreaming. There were no repercussions to being drunk while dreaming.

  Gage left her side and returned a moment later with two wine glasses. She stood on wobbly legs and took a sip of hers. Even in her dreams she was nervous. He gulped his wine down and put the wine glass on her coffee table. Then he lifted his head and pinned her with his yellow-gold eyes.

  “You know, you’re just as sexy in my dreams as you are in real life,” she said. Dreams allowed her to be bold and go after the wild shifter.

  “I am, am I?” He prowled closer, sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

  Her breath caught in the back of her throat. This never happened in any of her past fantasies. She usually woke up before he got to do anything to her.

  “Yes. I’ve been tempted to summon you into my bed, tie you there and lick you from head to toe.”

  He chuckled and brushed his lips over hers. “Mmm. I don’t think the tying me up would work, but I’d go for the licking,” he breathed over her lips. “I like biting too.”

  She groaned and curled her arms around his neck. “I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long.”

  “I’ve wanted to get you naked for a long time now, little witch.”

  She gulped. “This dream far surpasses any of my previous ones.”

  He laughed and pressed his erection against her belly. “I hate to tell you, little witch, you are not dreaming.” He brought his head down and kissed her again. Fully. Boldly. His tongue swept into her mouth and stroked fire into her veins. Her fuzzy brain tried to focus on what had happened before she’d woken up.

  Gypsy Rose.

  Oh no. Oh shit.

  She pushed away from him, her eyes wide with horror. “Ah, shit!”

  “What’s wrong, Selena?” He sounded so concerned. It was the love potion. He’d drank it. She rushed to the kitchen, where she’d put the potion in a wine glass. No wine glass. No potion. Nothing. Her heart slowed to a near crawl.

  “You have to go.”

  “What the—”

  “Get out!” She screamed in a panic. When the council heard about what she’d done she would be punished severely. Giving a shifter a love potion had to be bad. Really bad.

  His eyes flashed and his features shifted slightly, showing the beast within. “You’re playing a dangerous game here, little witch.”

  She rushed to the front door and motioned for him to go. She’d have to beg her mother for help. How in the world would she be able to undo it? Could she even undo a love potion on a shifter? She should have known that there was something fishy about him being all over her like that. It was magic.

  Stupid! She’d been so stupid! Why hadn’t she listened to her mother for once in her hundred years?

  He marched out of her house, anger radiating from him in waves. She didn’t have time to worry about his hurt feelings. They weren’t real. Neither was his lust for her. Though the size of his erection had definitely impressed her.

  She grabbed the wine bottle and went to bed. Half-asleep, her brain continued to focus on Gage. She sighed and tried to relax, except she couldn’t stop thinking of Gage’s kiss.

  The sound of her bedroom door opening made her eyes snap open. There he was naked as the day he was born with a hard-on big enough to make her jaw drop open.

  “What are you doing here?”

  His eyes flashed gold. “You tell me. I was otherwise busy when all of a sudden I show up outside your bedroom door.”

  Crap. She’d summoned him with her magic. She really did need to stop drinking and hexing.

  “I’m sorry, Gage. I’ll find a way to fix this,” she promised. Even if she got sent to the seven hells for messing with a shifter’s emotional being.


  He eyed her tank top and panties with interest. Lust flared in his eyes and need pooled at her core.

  “Want to fix things? How about we get you out of those clothes and you can finish what I started,” he said, stroking his cock.

  She gulped. Oh, how she wanted to do that. But it wouldn’t be fair to him. He was under the influence of her spell.

  “Gage, you don’t want me.”

  “My cock says I do.”

  THREE

  She licked her lips and tried again. “This is all due to my spell. You’re not even attracted to me.”

  He glared at her clothes as if willing them to disappear. “I don’t know what spell you’re talking about. Are you going to get naked or do I have to tear the clothes off you?”

  She whimpered at the back of her throat. Talk about a panty-soaker. No wonder women came in and out of his house like they were on payroll or something. She wondered if he had some sort of sexual specialty she didn’t know about. He probably did.

  He stalked closer to the bed, the predator eyeing the prey. This was bad. She needed to stop him and...and...Holy shit he was hard.

  “I can tell you want me,” he said, his voice low and oh so sexy. “I smell how wet you are.”

  He did? She needed better underwear.

  When he got to the foot of the bed, he pounced. She blinked and he was on her. He’d done it so gracefully too. One second he was standing there and the next he was caging her on the bed, his face hovering over hers.

  “Gage, I—”

  “Want me to fuck you.”

  Yes, yes she did, but that was beside the point. “You and I. This isn’t real.”

  He sat back on his heels and grabbed her hand, placing it over his erection. “Does that feel unreal to you?”

  No, that felt amazing. She slid her hand up and down his shaft, rubbing a thumb over the moist head of his cock.

  “That’s it, little witch. Touch me. I’ve been wanting your hands and lips on my dick for too long,” he groaned, pushing his hips closer to her.

  Her throat went dry. “You might regret this.”