Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 14

Sophia spun around. "You! What are you doing here? My God, Elvis, you could have been-"

He waved a dismissive hand. "Splattered across the walls and ceiling?" He sent her a wry smile. "Would you have cared?"

"Of course i--Elvis, do you have any idea who those men were?"

"Sonofabitches, working for the government."

"That was the Deputy Director general himself, William Marcolf," She intoned. "And he was looking for you."

So that's why the name was so familiar. the DDG was was known far and wide to be ruthless, take no-prisioners adversary to all things demonic. Where he walked death was sure to follow in his wake. On the other hand, he mostly tended to target evil demons and those involved in sinister plots against humanity. Elvis wasn't evil. He just dealt in cosmic justice.

"William Marcolf couldn't have been looking for me. There's no way the government could know I'm here."

"Trust me, they have their ways.  It must be you. No outside demon has been sighted here in weeks. I just don't understand how..." She frowned suspiciously at him. "Elvis, have you been up to no good?"

He pushed off the doorframe, dismissing Marcolf. Time to get back to why he was here. "I would say, it's all been very good," he murmured.

Her cheeks turned a rosy pink and she took a step back at his shift in mood. "Besides that."

Walking her slowly backward, he leaned down to meet her lips. "You know I'm not interested in anything but you, baby."

"Don't. They could come back." Her back hit the wall next to the door.

"Let them." He said kissing her.

She allowed the kiss, but when he lifted, she said, "they'll kill you."

Her caught her up and kissed her again. "They won't."

This time she pulled away, insistent. "They will! They murder things, Elvis. Please. You've got to leave. Go back to the dark realm before they find you."

Pulling her back to him, he murmured into her mouth, "trying to get out of our bargain again?"

The exchange was beginning to anger him. He was sorely tempted to give her another taste of his essence.  The more she swallowed the easier it would be to make her obey.

But no. When it came down to it, He enjoyed their sparring. He liked her willfulness, how she tried to defy him but couldn't quite pull it off. He preferred her feisty, yet at times helpless against his magnetism. He didn't want her to be soft and acquiescent. He wanted her...just the way she was.

"Yes," She said. "I am trying to get out of it. And you should be, too. For your own good."

"I'll be the judge of that," he said. "Right now, you're what's good for me." He shifted his arm around her waist and turned her towards the stairs.

Her eyes widened. "What if we run into Marcolf? They could be watching the building."

Elvis kept walking. "Just kiss me. They'd never believe the famous demon hunter Miss Sophia Jones would ever willingly kiss a demon. Therefore, I can't be one."

"Tracker. Not hunter. And don't be so sure about that," She muttered. "Marcolf's not my biggest fan, he's convinced I'm lying to him, that's there's a connection between the Department and the cadre that I'm keeping secret."

Elvis chuckled, scanning the foyer below the stairway. "You can't blame them, can you? There is a connection and you are lying to them."

She sniffed. "They don't officially exist. Neither does the cadre. Sounds to me like we're even."

"True." He opened the heavy wooden door. And took Sophia's hand leading her out of the building and down the stairs to the sleek black car waiting for them, he snapped his fingers to disable the concealment spell.

"This is yours ?" She asked, brightening when it came into view.

He tossed her purse into the back and helped her in. "It sure is."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise." He winked.

"I love surprises," She said, settling in to the seat with a grin.

"Good. Because I'm full of them."

"So I've noticed."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You're not exactly one's stereotype of a demon, Elvis."

"Really? How so?"

"Looking for compliments again, darling?"

He shot her an amused glance, irrationally pleased at the endearment. "Woman had called him darling before. But nothing sounded better than it coming from Sophia's mouth. "Absolutely."

She laughed, an easy, carefree sound that lit up his insides. "You are unbelievable."

"I do my best." He grinned back at her. "So, about those compliments?"

She tipped her head. "I'm sure you are well aware of your attributes."

"I am." But damn, he wanted to hear them spilling from her delectable mouth. "Are you?"

"Oh, yes." Her eyes danced as she said, you're handsome as sin. Your kisses turn me to jelly. And you've got a pretty nice taste in cars, too."

He smiled. "Interesting list."

He was getting hungry. Ravenously so. But not for food.

Fifteen minutes later, he whipped into the car park under his building and squealed into his designated spot.

Confused, Sophia looked around. "Where are we?"

"My place. I thought we'd get some dinner." Her mouth dropped open. "Suprised?"

Her eyes widened, and in a flash every trace of lightness left her face. She shook her head, at once wary. "No. I'm not going up to your suite, Elvis. It's not happening."

He raised a brow. "Why not?"

"Hello? You're a demon. I'd be crazy to let you lure me into your lair." Now she really did look afraid, like saying it out loud had doubly reminded her.

"My lair? What do you think will happen that hasn't already?" He touched her chin, "Besides, I'm an incubus. You said yourself you have to be asleep for my powers to work."

She swallowed. "I could be wrong."

"Ever heard of an incubus being with a woman who's awake?"

Sophia swallowed again. "No."

She appeared unconvinced.  He couldn't believe she was putting up so much resistance.

"Let's have dinner," he said. "I promise, I have no plans to enslave you or make you my familiar, if that's what's worrying you."

"How do I know you're not lying to me?"

He ground his teeth. "I guess you'll just have to take my word for it."

She bit her bottom lip, as though trying to decide whether or not he was trustworthy.

"I can make you come up," he said, losing patience. Inwardly lashing back at the glaringly alien prick of guilty conscience that he wasn't trustworthy. Far from it. He was deceiving her and using her, fulfilling his Directive would hurt her more than she'd could ever imagine.

Because that's what his kind did.

But there was absolutely no reason for him to feel guilty. Trustworthy? Who gave a damn?

"Very well," he said, preparing to summon his powers of persuasion.

"Force won't be necessary," She said quietly. "Because I trust you."

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