"Gideon. Leave.” Trevor spat out the words and Gideon giggled and scrambled through the pet door, only to return to retrieve his sucker and leave again.
"Trevor, what ... I don't understand? I thought we were leaving for the Upper Territory..."
"You talk too much, Morgan.” Trevor pulled her in close and brought his lips to within inches of hers. “And you're late."
"I needed to wrap up some things at home and..."
"I don't like to be kept waiting. Is that understood?” Trevor arched a brow and Morgan nodded uncertainly. Her head was swimming and her heart pounded in her chest.
"You're behaving oddly, Trevor. Don't order me around. I took a lot of it with Braxton and I won't...” She felt her knees begin to give out as he brought his lips against her neck, nibbling and licking his way to her ear.
He leaned in and his hot breath set her skin on fire. “Morgan, stop it."
She tried to wiggle away from him but he clasped her hands and pinned them to the door.
"You're hurting me.” Her voice rang false in her own ears. Trevor laughed darkly.
"Did you get that out of a book?” Trevor released her hands and pulled open her blouse, sending buttons flying across the living room.
Morgan gasped and pushed at his chest. He laughed harder. “I'm supposed to believe this damsel in distress act?” He pulled open the lacings on her bustier and exposed her breasts.
"Trevor ... I can't."
"What can't you do?” He rubbed his palm across her breast and Morgan clutched at his shoulders to stop from falling. Trevor brought his mouth down on her nipple and suckled hard and long until Morgan could no longer hear her own cries.
"That's how you'll suck me, Morgan. Understand?"
"I can't..."
Trevor pinched her nipple so hard it hurt and bit at her lip to shut her up.
"What can't you do?” He mumbled against her mouth. His lips were hot and sweet and syrupy and spicy and Morgan groaned his name as he pulled on her lips with his. Finally he plunged his tongue deep into her mouth and her arms fell limp at her sides.
Doomed. A tear rolled down her cheek as her heart broke, knowing she had lost a battle that had barely gotten started.
Trevor didn't ask why she cried. He licked the tear from her cheek and lavished her face, cheeks, forehead, and eyelids with quick hot kisses. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, dumping her on the bed unceremoniously.
Morgan found the energy to lodge one last futile protest. “You're a bit old-fashioned in your approach, aren't you, Wizard? Why not hit me over the head and drag me by my hair?"
Trevor snickered. “That's the best insult you have, Witch? Take off your clothes.” There was no mistaking the threat in his voice. Morgan froze, unable to believe how she was responding to his harshness. She ached and throbbed and her nipples felt as if they were on fire.
Trevor turned away and pulled the heavy drapes closed, leaving them in near darkness. Morgan heard a flare of a match and then saw shadows dance across Trevor's face as he lit a candle, and then another, and then a dozen, until the room shimmered and flickered.
The romantic touch surprised Morgan and she was ready to tease Trevor about it, but stopped on a gasp as he stripped off all of his clothes and stood before her.
Impossible. For a man to look like that. To want her, if only for a night.
Impossible? Well, improbable, certainly.
"I think I'm asleep. I've had this dream before, many times. You lean in to kiss me and then I wake up. And you smelled like you do now. Apples and patchouli."
Trevor smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, completely at ease with his body and the moment.
"That was me, Witch. You're not asleep. Now take off your damned clothes."
Morgan felt a smile creep to her mouth from some place deep inside. A hidden place, where it was fine to want a man to give you orders, if only for one night. A place where the pain of the past and worries about the future didn't exist. A place that had hope. Hope that this man might actually want her, that she might be good enough.
* * * *
Trevor saw it. The moment she let go, the moment she allowed herself to want him. It cut through his heart like a knife.
Why does it hurt? He tried to shake off the pain, not understanding how seeing a beautiful half-naked woman in his bed could evoke this feeling. Women had wanted him before, wanted him desperately. And he had certainly obliged them. Morgan was just another such woman, only...
Only what, Trevor? It's simply that you've thought of this for so long. For half your life. Of course it feels different.
Trevor worked to keep his expression neutral as Morgan pulled off her dress, her bustier, and finally, her little lace underwear. Lust pounded through him when he saw her mound of fuzzy golden curls. Morgan looked uncertain as she lay, fully exposed, waiting for him.
Go to her. She's yours. At least until you make her despise you.
Trevor squeezed his eyes tightly as thirteen years of anger, hurt, and longing washed across him. Part of him wanted to throttle her, tell her how she wounded him, turned him harsh. And part of him wanted to get onto his knees and beg her to tell him that he was the only one...
"I've thought of this before, you know, Morgan.” I've thought of it every day.
Trevor moved to her side and sat on the bed, without touching her.
"It's not right, Trevor. It's not right that you turned a childhood crush into something dark. Why didn't you move on? It's ... unnatural."
Trevor eyed Morgan carefully, shocked that she understood so clearly, somehow knew his heart. He rubbed one finger against her jaw and watched as the candlelight danced along her gorgeous body.
"I'm a little unnatural, I suppose.” He grimaced and ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “The things I want are unnatural."
"What do you want? What have you pictured, Wizard?” Trevor looked into her deep blue eyes and considered her question carefully. He ran his gaze down the length of her body and watched her stomach and breasts rise and fall with her fast breathing. I've only wanted you to want me.
"You talk too much, Morgan."
"Tell me."
He snickered. “All this chatter has ruined my mood. Get dressed, go home.” Trevor stood and moved slowly towards his clothes. And waited.
"Please, I want you. I've never felt like this in my life. I'm begging you."
At last. All he had wanted for years—that plea, from this woman. Her voice came from far away, as if in a dream. This was the moment when he had planned to refuse her. He had imagined it so many times, her pleading, his refusal.
Trevor was at her side in an instant, crawling onto the bed, grasping her head with both hands and kissing her slowly, trying to capture her very breath, her very soul. He stretched out fully and pressed as much of his body against her as he could, absorbing her warmth and the trifling bit of magic left in her. He groaned as Morgan shifted to brush his cock with her stiff hairs. A thrill rolled through his every cell and he bit back a moan, then let it escape as he began to lose control.
Trevor ran his hand along the side of Morgan's soft breast and down her waist to her hip, feeling her shiver. She imitated his caress and he moaned again, but never let his lips move away from hers. They stared into each other's eyes from inches away, exchanging labored breaths as Trevor explored her with one hand and she matched each touch with her own. Trevor licked at Morgan's lips and she flicked her tongue against his until the heat inside him was unbearable. His heart and cock ached in equal measure, and the few inches between them began to shimmer with magic. And still he held back. Until her hand brushed down his stomach and tentatively probed the head of his cock.
Trevor cried out in ecstasy as Morgan began a slow circle of her thumb over the swollen head, spreading the drop of liquid that had escaped. He shuddered, bit at her lip and moaned.
Trevor opened his eyes and held her gaze again, keeping his lips against hers. Morgan ran her hand
down his hard shaft and began a slow steady rhythm. Trevor had never felt the likes of it. The tiny glimmers of magic grew steadily and began a quick path through his veins until his body was on fire.
"I'm dying.” He whispered into Morgan's mouth and she captured his words with a wet kiss.
Morgan laughed lightly. “Not yet. But you will, Trevor."
He groaned as she gave him a peck on the lips and slid her body down along his, moving her mouth to his nipples, licking and sucking her way to his navel, running her tongue along the soft black hairs until she crouched on all fours, hovered over him.
"God help me,” she sighed in pleasure as she held his huge shaft in her hand and brought her lips onto the head. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked and pressed and circled as she continued her long steady strokes along the length.
Trevor held onto the headboard of the bed and arched up to meet her mouth, world falling away in shimmering lights and floating globes of magic. With every ounce of self-control he had left, he pushed Morgan away and pulled her up into his embrace. Trevor rolled her onto her back and pushed her legs apart quickly.
She cried out when he plunged into her wet folds. Trevor thought for a moment he had hurt her, but her cry turned to a guttural purr as he slowly pulled back and pressed the tip against her.
"Trevor. Please don't stop. I'll die."
"Yes, but not yet.” He smiled and pushed back in slowly, crying himself as he felt her warm velvet walls squeeze tightly to capture him. He tortured them both, pressing lightly, then firmly, then pulling out completely, then pushing in hard. They panted and cried together, kissing and arching.
It was the most agonizingly sweet experience of his life. Everything about her was burned into his memory, his soul. The feel of her, the smell of her, her kisses, her cries, the feel of her hands on his back. Hot and sweet and strong. Creamy white skin shimmering with light magic and sweet music.
The pressure built in his heart and his cock until there was no pretending that he could go on, and he let himself fall, backwards, off a cliff, into oblivion. And as he thought he would hit the ground, he heard Morgan cry his name.
And then she whispered, ever so softly, “I love you, Wizard."
They lay together for an hour, not speaking, barely moving, except when he would caress her hair or run a finger along her arm.
This isn't how it was supposed to be. She should be crying, hating me, ranting at me.
Morgan finally propped herself up on one hand and brushed an errant strand of hair out of his eyes. She smiled lightly.
"Is that what you intended, Wizard?"
"No. I thought we would fuck all night, in every way imaginable.” Not make love. Not fall in love.
"Oh.” He heard the crushing disappointment in her voice. The time had come for his final victory. Trevor sighed.
Let her believe she hadn't been enough. And win.
Or tell her that she had etched her name on his soul for all eternity. And lose.
Morgan rolled away from him and sat up on the far side of the bed. She clutched at her dress and pulled it over her head. Trevor heard her light curses as she tried to fasten the layers without buttons.
She stood and he looked at her, grasping the torn dress across her chest with one hand. Morgan cried silently and Trevor felt her sobs in his stomach, crawling up to grab his heart. She turned to him and spoke quietly.
"I'll leave now, Wizard. Wizard of Time, it is? I heard a voice call out your name. You can go to the High Council without me. Maybe you can let go of the past now. It's a terrible feeling to be in love with someone who doesn't want you. I'm sorry if I hurt you when we were young."
"No, Morgan, it's not like that..."
"It's just like that. Goodbye, Trevor. I hope I never lay eyes on you again."
She swept out of the room and he heard the cottage door slam a few moments later.
"Congratulations, Trevor, you did it,” he mumbled as he grabbed his clothes. “You hurt the most wonderful woman in the world, and you did it on purpose. Your mother would be so very proud."
And you didn't even get a chance to pleasure her, to make her see how wonderful you can be. To show her you're good enough.
Gideon peeked around the door. “Trev?"
"Hmmnn?"
"What happened? She was crying. And it happened again..."
Trevor looked at Gideon distractedly.
"I said, it happened again. The spell. While the two of you were going at it."
"Huh. Well, that's just a coincidence, Gid. Don't worry, I'm going to the High Council and we'll get this straightened out. I'll get you your wings yet.” He rubbed Gideon's head, and then headed out the door.
"Coincidence, my ass,” Gideon muttered.
Chapter Seven
Jordan opened his eyes after several minutes of absolute silence.
"Drussy, I have a few questions. If any of them offend you, please accept my apologies."
"Okay,” she muttered uncertainly, heart still pounding furiously in her chest. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh or throw herself onto him.
"Firstly, I'm a little hungry. How would you feel about a pizza?"
"Sorry, what did you say? Pizza?"
"Mmnn, pizza. It helps me think. And my stomach is growling, has been since your office, when you started messing with my brain."
"Okay. Sure, pizza."
"Then, how would you feel about hanging around a bit afterwards, maybe watching a movie? I mean, here, with me...” Jordan's voice trailed off and Druscilla panicked, wondering if he was losing his nerve. Please don't undo this. I'm begging you.
"That would be good. Like a date, kind of?"
Jordan looked up sharply. Druscilla caught her breath at the look on his face. Lust. Longing. Intense need. His blue eyes smoked with intensity and she thought she saw the smallest glimmer of magic on his skin. Perspiration broke out on his forehead and he pulled off his T-shirt, wiped his face with it, and cast it over his shoulder. Druscilla couldn't stop herself from staring. Dreamy. What a stupid word. But it's true, he's dreamy. Wrestling—it must be the wrestling, she thought. Or maybe the baseball, or the weightlifting. And he coached hockey, didn't he? So that would explain the legs and the arms and the chest and...
Druscilla realized he had caught her lusting. He was smirking. “Yes, like a date. Drussy, you know you're staring at my body."
"Sorry.” She looked at the bookshelf and ran her hand along some of the leather spines, not able to read a word, her head swimming.
"So, pizza and a date, right? And then, well..."
Go to him. The voice pounded through her head, and she knew it was Andrea. Druscilla took in a deep breath and stood. She walked to the couch and Jordan looked up at her, then ran his eyes up and down the length of her body.
"Jordan, the pizza is going to have to wait."
And finally, for the first time in all the time she had known him, she saw it. Jordan Schrom grinned from ear to ear. And Druscilla knew that life was going to be just fine.
He stood and grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly into the bedroom. Jordan pulled her onto the bed and snapped his fingers. The room went to dusk. Druscilla shook in happiness. In fear. In anticipation. His panting breaths sent chills through her.
"Is this real, Jordy?"
"It had better be. Because this is how I want to spend every minute of the rest of my life."
Jordan snapped his fingers again and Druscilla found herself completely naked, lingerie whisked away into the air, leaving a trail of black mist.
"Your magic is working!"
"Who the fuck cares? Kiss me.” Jordan climbed on top of her and kissed her as if his life depended upon it. Drussy cried and he wiped away her tears, kissed her cheeks, went back to her mouth. Jordan slowed time and took them to a sweeping palace of pools and flowers and blowing translucent curtains and silk sheets. They were outside in a warm gentle breeze and all the world watched from far away as he kissed her over and over
, whispering endearments that stunned her.
"I want all of you, Drussy. Every inch of you. Please tell me you want me."
"I didn't know it could be like this, Jordan."
He kissed her neck and she gasped for air, feeling as if her heart would explode. She couldn't stop the tears.
"Tell me something, Drussy. Say anything."
"You're so dreamy. Oh, that sounded so stupid. But you are."
"More. Please.” He moved to her breasts and she cried out as his hot tongue circled her nipple. She pulled at his hair and arched towards the sky. His hair fell from its tie and cascaded onto her bare skin. Jordan moved his hand down her belly and moved his fingers through her wet folds, exploring, pinching, rubbing, sliding. He pushed his fingers insid, caressing the velvet softness of her, and began circling his thumb on her swollen nub.
"I adore everything about you, Drussy. Say anything to me."
"Can't ... talk ... love..."
"What? Please, say it.” He pulled his hand away and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Oh, please, don't stop,” she moaned. “Oh, what the hell. Jordan Schrom, I'm in love with you. I don't remember a time when I wasn't. I love everything about you. And I can't remember now why I never told you."
He pulled back and stared at her, smile completely gone. Druscilla groaned. Please no, he has to want me. Andrea told me what to do! Jordan nodded numbly and continued to stare. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, rubbed the back of it along his cheek.
"Jordan?” Druscilla watched a single tear fall down his cheek. Impossible.
"You'll ... you ... will you ... would you consider...” He shook his head in dismay. Druscilla's heart soared.
"There's one more thing, Jordan. I really wish you'd ask me to marry you. Then life would be perfect."
They both heard her. “Time is precious. Use it wisely."
Jordan smiled and kissed her hand again and then took in a deep breath.
"Love you, Drussy. Let's celebrate.” The world turned away to leave them in privacy.
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