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ear, and I don’t think he realized what he was doing, but he had hit a sweet spot. It felt so good, I curled my body against his and swished my hair across his chest.
    “Kitty wants to play,” I cooed, and batted at his now much-harder penis.
    “You won’t be tired for later?”
    We’d agreed tonight we would summon the demon. All seriousness. No love involved, just work.
    “You could make love to me all day and I’d still beg you for more.”
    I slipped a leg over his hips and straddled him, wriggling down to rub my moist clit against his hardness. Riding him brought me to a delicious hum of pleasure. Licking his nipple, I marveled at the tiny jewel. So small, yet it seemed to give him as much pleasure as when he did the same to mine.
    “What have I gotten myself into?” he said teasingly.
    “Well, not me. Yet.” I shifted my hips and hovered above him. “You regretting this already?”
    “No, but this—us—was unexpected. I never thought I’d fall in love. Ever.”
    I tilted my head, locking onto his beautiful blue eyes. He seriously had not believed he could have love. Much as I hadn’t. And we’d found it quickly and it ran so deeply.
    “You fear the price,” I decided, feeling a cold shiver streak through my veins.
    “With dark magic, there’s always a price.” He pulled me toward him and kissed me deeply. “I would pay any price for you, Star.”
    “Don’t say that,” I whispered, looking about but not seeing the invisible spirits I believed heard everything, and sometimes could grant wishes, for good or for evil. “Just…love me until you no longer can.”
    “I will.”
    I sat back onto his thick, hard shaft, taking him inside me. Together we clung to one another, barely moving on the outside, but grasping, squeezing and pulsing on the inside. This couldn’t be dark magic, this was as light as it came.
    Truly it was glamorous.

    As I paced the floor in jeans, my bare feet marked off the circle I intended to use—not to contain the demon, but as a safety barrier for Star once she had brought forth the demon. Everything had to be perfect, or I would not go through with this.
    Days ago, I would have sacrificed the familiar in a heartbeat to get what I wanted. Things had changed. I was in love. Real, head-over-heels, walk-into-walls love. I could not fathom harming one hair on Star’s head to save my brother. C.J. was a strong man. A little out of the times, and a bit of a hermit, but he knew his magic and could certainly endure. That’s why our parents had called him Certainly.
    So I’d come to terms with the fact that should anything go wrong tonight, I would abandon the spell to save Star. C.J. would understand. Hell, who knows, he might be having a grand old time in Daemonia right now.
    No, he wasn’t. I wasn’t that stupid.
    How to save them both?
    Star had left, saying she needed a run, then quickly corrected herself, saying walk. I knew what she meant. She was likely pussyfooting around her neighborhood right now, sniffing out the Camembert the cheese shop owner left for her on the back step.
    My girlfriend was a cat. I wager not many fellows can say that with a straight face.
    I knew a few witches who were in relationships with shape-shifters. They weren’t bothered by it. I guess until Star curled next to me in cat form on the sofa, I wouldn’t have to face those feelings. But seriously, it shouldn’t bother me. It didn’t.
    What should bother me was that I intended to use my girlfriend to raise the worst demon in Daemonia. It could go well. It could be a disaster.
    I should find a different familiar. Someone…disposable.
    T.J., you are a bastard.
    I stopped in the middle of the protection circle, fingers outstretched to release my earth magic. Why did it have to come to this? A choice between my brother and the woman I loved.
    I had never hoped to find love. Guess that’s all part of the glamorous evil in which I dabbled. What you put out, you get back. And for every