Wicked By Any Other Name Part 22

"I guess I'll be next." Blair pushed Jake to one side so she could climb out of the chair. "Go home, Jake."

"You're throwing me out into the cold? There's no power, remember?"

"If I remember correctly, your cabin has a fireplace. You won't freeze."

"You can sleep on the couch, Jake," Stasi said, not wanting to send anyone back out into the icy air. "There are blankets and spare pillows in the linen closet."

"Sounds good to me." But he kept his eyes on Blair, who ignored the question in his dark eyes and headed for her bedroom, while Irma headed for the room she used and Bogie followed her.

Stasi was grateful when Jake went into the hallway in search of the linen closet, giving her and Trev a bit of privacy.

"With the roads blocked, you won't be able to return to the resort," she said softly.

He kept his attention on her eyes. "Maybe Jake will let me share the couch, or I can make up a pallet on the floor."

She stood up and held out her hand. "Or perhaps you'll receive a better offer."

Trev took her hand and got up, standing close to her. "Are you sure?"

She nodded without a hint of hesitation.

Jake returned with an armload of blankets and a couple of pillows. He didn't look surprised to see Trev follow Stasi into her bedroom and murmured a good night. She closed the door and ran her hands along the door seam. Magickal energy flashed along the door, effectively sealing them in.

"Privacy spell," Trev guessed.

She nodded. "No sound will leave the room and no one can enter without my consent."

He grinned, sincerely hoping her intent was what he was imagining it would be. He stood there waiting to see. "Or leave."

She couldn't help but grin back. "Or leave." She paused long enough to pick up Horace and tuck him in a drawer, not only closing the drawer but also sealing it with a spell.

"No fair!" The gargoyle's m.u.f.fled protest reached them from the drawer. "I never have any fun!" His grumbling finally settled down.

"He can't hear, or peek out either," she a.s.sured Trev.

"Good idea. We wouldn't want Horace taking notes, would we?" he grinned.

Stasi went around the room lighting candles until the room glowed warmly. She walked forward with delicate grace and curled her fingers along his sweater's hem, then pulled it up over his head, dropping it to the carpet.

"No just zapping the clothes off?" he teased.

Stasi shook her head. "Let's try it slow and easy this time." She stood up on her tiptoes and bent her head to the side, inhaling the musky scent of his skin mixed with the dry musty whiff of old books, and magick. She lapped the rough skin the way a cat did, tasting what she smelled. Feeling his strength in his flavor. She smiled when Trev shifted from one foot to the other under her touch. "Don't move," she whispered, peeling off his T-shirt and dropping it to the floor to lie beside his sweater.

"You're already killing me here," he groaned.

"I haven't even started yet." She fingered the cold metal of his belt buckle and took her time unfastening it.

Trev closed his eyes and took a deep breath only to discover it put him in closer proximity to Stasi. He inhaled the spring-like fragrance of her skin; something that reminded him of bright flowers and green gra.s.s. "I was afraid you'd say that."

She turned her attention to the other side of his neck. "Just be glad I'm not a vampire." She breathed against his skin as she worked on his jeans' fastenings.

She slowly lowered the zipper, mindful of his erection thrusting its way forward. She laid her palm against the full flesh straining against black cotton.

Trev felt his breath leave his body. "Depends on where you bite."

"By the time I finish you won't care." She knelt down and dispensed with his boots and socks, slowly sliding his jeans off past his hips.

Trev didn't miss that Stasi was eye level with his c.o.c.k, which had a mind of its own and was ready to burst through his briefs. The fact that she was taking it slow wasn't helping, but the look of her fully dressed and kneeling in front of him while he was naked was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. He only hoped he wouldn't die of heart failure before she took pity on him and touched him.

"Poor baby," she crooned, tucking her fingers in the sides of his briefs and pushing them down. "Looking for attention, are we?" She curled her fingers around the base of his c.o.c.k and slowly slid them upward to the head. Trev hissed a curse then a second one when she just as slowly brought her fingers back down to the root. He started to bend down to grab her when her hold tightened. "Don't move," she ordered with a flash of gold in her eyes.

He breathed heavily through his nose and closed his eyes to better appreciate the sensation Stasi was creating with her touch that maddened him as much as it aroused him. But she wasn't about to stop there.

Because his eyes were closed, he had no warning when she covered him with the silken wet heat of her mouth. What almost had him shooting through the roof was the tingling that spread from her lips all the way down.

"Fates save me," he breathed. He speared his fingers through her hair. He needed that anchor, so he wouldn't fall to his knees. She took him deeply, using the suction of her mouth to create a seal that refused to release him while the tingling seemed to increase in intensity. Trev felt as if his lungs would burst as his b.a.l.l.s tightened with each up and down motion of her mouth. Words in a long forgotten language spilled from his mouth. He praised her beauty, gloried in her pa.s.sion, and was convinced he would die a happy man.

He was even more certain he'd die when she lifted her head.

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

She smiled and shook her head. She stood up in one fluid motion and slowly took off her clothes until she stood in a copper colored silk and lace bra and matching thong.

"You are so beautiful." Trev wanted to say much more, say everything that was deep within him, but the simple phrase was all he could come up with. The look of light and delight on her face told him it was enough because he meant it.

"And you are my s.e.x slave for the night." She planted her hands against his chest and pushed him backwards until he fell on the bed. He obliged her by scooting backwards until he lay on the covers. "You will do everything I say." She peeled off her bra and thong with the teasing style of a stripper and tossed them onto a nearby chair. She pressed one knee on the bed between his spread legs and crawled forward. Her eyes glowed with her power that started sparking around the room.

Trev couldn't take his gaze off her face. He even forgot about the red hearts that turned into a heart-shaped wreath as she settled on his upper thighs while blithely ignoring his bobbing c.o.c.k.

"Someone's looking for some more serious attention," he said.

She leaned over, her belly brushing against his erection as she reached up for a deep kiss. When she drew back, Trev tasted himself on her mouth. He swore his lips tingled and said so.

"Cinnamon lip gloss," she murmured, feathering light kisses around his jaw. "With a little extra punch, so to speak. Like it?"

"Love it. Buy more of the stuff. A few hundred cases might do it." He slid his hands over her sides, enjoying the feel of her smooth flesh. He hadn't remembered seeing the faint tan lines the last time they made love, but he had been pretty much caught up in l.u.s.t at the time. He reveled in the rose-pink color of her nipples and the way they deepened in color as she grew more aroused, and the spicy scent that wafted off her skin.

Not that he could keep his attention focused when she was rubbing up against him in such a way that he was positive he'd be a puddle of ooze soon. But then wizards had a few tricks up their sleeves, too.

"Lady of night. Lady my love. Lady hold tight." With a quick flip of his hips, he had her pinned to the bed and he settled in between her thighs.

Before Stasi could voice a protest, Trev was kissing her deeply and had thrust forward until he was fully buried inside her silken heat. He reached down and found her c.l.i.t, pinching it lightly between his fingertips. She bucked upward, almost unseating him as she screamed inside his mouth, but she still held back that tiny part of her.

"Let go, love," he whispered. "Show me what that witchy body of yours has. Show me what you truly feel." He retreated, then thrust in even deeper and pinched her c.l.i.t again, this time harder, and had her gasping and pulsing around his c.o.c.k. "Give me everything you have."

At that moment, Stasi came apart in his arms as a shower of red lights rained down around them. If the couple had bothered to look, they would have realized the lights were heart-shaped, and even the candle flames leaped up in the shape of glowing hearts. But they were too involved in what their bodies shared.

Stasi had barely recovered when Trev started moving his hips in a steady motion that shot her upward again, and this time, he flew with her until the room was lit up with the red hearts that ringed the bed.

Stasi stared at the hearts in amazement. "Hic!"

Trev laughed as the iridescent bubble drifted upward. "Again?"

"Hic!" She clapped her hands over her mouth, but not soon enough, as another bubble joined the first one. "Look around us," she said in a hoa.r.s.e voice.

Trev looked at the headboard that now displayed another set of red gleaming hearts, then over his shoulder, where more hearts danced on the footboard.

"Cupid can be pushy, can't he?" He idly stroked her from her shoulder along her sides to her hips, then back up again. Her skin was damp, as was his. He wondered if her bathroom had a shower that could hold two.

"Cupid doesn't like it that I do my part in the line of romance." She gave him a gentle push then rolled over onto her side. He did the same so he could face her. Even then he couldn't keep his hands off her and enjoyed the feel of her skin under his hands. Considering the look on her face, she felt the same way.

"And only two hiccups," he teased.

Stasi scrunched up her nose as she noted the bubbles floating near the ceiling. "Nervous habit. I've done it since I was a child."

"A cute habit."

"Says the wizard who doesn't hiccup at odd times." She did some touching of her own.

Trev groaned as pleasure-pain rippled through him. "I'm not so sure I'm all that ready to go again."

"Then I guess we'll just have to find something else to do." She moved in closer. "I like my guests to feel comfortable."

He didn't want to think she had made other men as "comfortable" as he was feeling. But then, they both had been around for centuries. And what was important was that he was the one in her bed now, and he intended to be the last man who knew her bedroom, and her, on an intimate basis.

Trev reached down and pulled a baby blue knit throw over them, wrapped his arms around her, and settled back against the pillows with Stasi's head resting on his shoulder and her arm draped across his chest.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt such contentment. It also helped that the red hearts surrounding them were fading.

"This is nice. You like to cuddle." Her voice was drowsy.

"With you, I do." He kissed the top of her head. "You feel very right in my arms." He could feel her smile against his skin.

"Hey!" Pounding sounded from the other side of the room. "When do I get out of here? h.e.l.lo! I'm suffocating here! Do you really want my death on your head?" The pounding stopped for a second then intensified. "This is gargoyle abuse! I'll report you to the SPCG, the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Gargoyles!"

Stasi looked at Trev. Trev looked at Stasi.

"He can't hear or see a thing?" he asked.

Her lips curved upward as she nodded her confirmation.

"Silence for me. Silence for she. Give us peace and quiet until morn by allowing noisy gargoyles to sleep." He threw out his hand and covered her dresser with his power. Silence fell the second the wave hit the wood.

"Ooh, you're good."

Trev chuckled as he realized he wasn't as tired as he thought he was. He wasted no time rolling her over underneath him.

"Let me show you just what good is all about."

Chapter Seventeen.

Stasi looked out the kitchen window but she saw only darkness. "October 31st. Samhain," she murmured. "Somehow this isn't what I expected for this day."

"None of us expected a morning like this. So, anyone have ideas on what to do next?" Blair asked as she stacked pancakes on a serving platter and set them in the middle of the table while Stasi forked up bacon. "Other than what everyone around here except me seems to have been doing lately," she grumbled. She gave Stasi a b.u.mp with her hip. "Stop grinning like an idiot." She pivoted and pointed her spatula at Trev. "You too."

Stasi c.o.c.ked her head to one side, listening to the shower running in the guest bathroom. She was grateful they had a gas stove and water heater. Because the day was weirdly as dark as night, they had lit candles scattered throughout the kitchen. The warmth of the stove had taken the chill out of the air, and the kitchen felt cozy, a haven from the threatening forces that were gathering outside in the gloom. Bogie was occupied with a bowl of kibble, while Fluff and Puff had been appeased with a pancake each. At the moment, she felt happy-a light-as-air sensation that she couldn't remember feeling for a long time, and she knew it was due to the wizard seated at her table. They'd barely slept, but it hadn't mattered because they were too lost in each other.

"Don't complain. You had your chance. All you had to do was drag him into your bedroom and have your way with him. For once he even looked willing." She carried the plate of bacon over to the table, pausing long enough to thrust enough energy into a pitcher of pancake syrup to warm it up, then drop a kiss on Trev's mouth. She felt so happy that she didn't care who knew how she felt about him.

"Um, cinnamon." His blue eyes danced with delight as he licked his lips. "Very tasty."

"Cinnamon syrup's one of my favorites," she murmured.

"Same here." His gaze centered on her mouth that glistened with lip gloss.

"Good morning." A freshly showered Jake walked in. His black hair was still damp and he was barefoot. Blair looked at him as if he was the main course. He took a chair across from Trev and spun it around to rest his arms on the back. "Any coffee?" He looked hopefully at Blair.

"Over there." She gestured toward the pot on the counter. "If you want table service, head to Ginny's."

Jake got up and snagged a coffee cup, filling it to the brim.

"Wow, everyone's up." Jazz stumbled in, wearing flannel pajamas decorated with chocolate bonbons. She got coffee and sat at the table. Her sleepy gaze perked up when she saw the food. "Oooh, Blair's pancakes." Once she had a plate filled and sat down, she looked at the others. "So what's the plan, s...o...b..es?"

"We are starting to be like them, aren't we?" Stasi replied. "But are we s...o...b..es as in Velma and s.h.a.ggy, or Buffy's s...o...b..es?"

"I vote for Buffy's s...o...b..es. That would make all of us Willow," Blair pointed out.

"Krebs isn't here, but I name him Xander. Although, I can't see Leticia as Darla. I'll be Oz," Jake suggested.

"I don't know." Blair eyed him closely. "Well, I guess so."

"Then it's a given I'm Angel." Nick walked in and retrieved coffee, then leaned against the counter. "Now that we have that settled, what do we do next?"

Stasi rested her face on her crossed arms on the table. "The Library didn't give us one hint other than we're screwed." Her words were m.u.f.fled along with a hint of a whine. "I'm whining, aren't I?"

"Maybe a little bit." Jazz leaned over and rubbed her back. "You and Blair put up with me whining when I was mortal for those two days. And you're not even close to the shape I'd been in."

"Why don't we eat while the food's hot?" Blair suggested. "Maybe things will seem clearer then."

Stasi lifted her head and looked at the window. The gla.s.s had a crackled look from the frost and nothing could be seen but darkness.