Dark Enchantment (Elvis Presley Story)

Chapter 17

The whole room pulsed with the hot, drowning spell of Elvis's anger. Of his desire.

The choice he had given Sophia was untenable. Impossible. She knew what she should choose. She was part of the cadre. Elvis represented everything she had fought against her whole life...

The way he made her feel when she was with him, she'd never experienced anything like it, ever before. Warm, Accepted. Wanted. Unconditionally.

Was it only his magic? Just an illusion? Probably. Did it matter?

Now, that was the bigger question.

And that answer was very simple.

She'd no doubt regret it. Probably for the rest of her life. But she just couldn't make herself...let him go.

With trembling hands she picked up her glass. She slowly brought it to her lips and drank. It was sweet and tart all at the same time, full-bodied and aromatic. Surprisingly light for the rich color. A shimmering drift of Enchantment rising up from the glass like heat from a pavement.

Faerie wine. She recognised the vintage.

She would be drunk in seconds. But fully sober. Wine brewed by the Daoine Sidhe painted a world for you exactly as you would have it appear. Liquid truth serum. Except idyllic. Real but not real.

Exactly what this situation called for.

Not.

Looking over, she realised his glass was empty. her only conclusion was that Elvis drank his own glass down in a single gulp. Were demons immune to the magic of the Sidhe? God, she hoped not.

As for herself, she was feeling better already.

The man she wanted more than any other, the only man she ever wanted this badly, was standing right in front of her. Smiling seductively.

Apparently he was feeling better, too.

She lifted her glass. The thing about faerie wine was that you could drink as much of it as you liked. The effect was the same whether you had two sips or two bottles. It just lasted longer.

His smile lifted. "You know what you're drinking?"

"Oh, yes," She assured. The Sidhe who live in the forest at St. Yve make it."

"That's who I got it from." He refilled her glass, then his own.

"You've been to St. Yve wood? The Enchanted forest?" She asked, surprised.

"Ive been watching you for a while, honey. Remember? The Sidhe living in your wood were very helpful to my pursuit."

"At St. Yve?" She blinked. He'd said he watched her, but this was- "You stalked me?"

The revelation should have upset her. But for some inexplicable reason it thrilled her to the core.

He lowered the dark lashes of his blue, seductive eyes. "Like a satyr stalks a virgin."

She tingled at the analogy. Tingled at his look. Tingled even more as the Enchanted wine slid down her throat. "But I'm not a virgin."

"Don't I know it."

Images came tumbling through her mind and body, bringing heat to her cheeks. She took another sip of her drink. It didn't help. So she unbuttoned her blouse. All the way. Why not? It was obvious where this was headed.

And she wanted him.

Elvis watched her with feral interest.

"Why?" She asked. He'd never answered that question.

His eyes didn't leave her breasts. "Why what?"

"Why did you stalk me? Um, come to me?"

His eyes shot to hers. "You called to me. I came."

"I didn't."

He continued to look at her. "You did. You summoned me."

She shook her head confidently. "Impossible. I may be reckless at times, but I think I'd remember Summoning an incubus."

"It was a few weeks ago. You read a spell aloud to your students, as an example."

Ah. That she remembered clearly. She'd been upset yet again by something that had happened at a departmental meeting, and had perhaps been overly emphatic in her pronunciation of the ancient Latin curse. Wishing she could curse a few members of the staff instead. Wait. No. It wasn't a curse, but a spell. And-

"I left the crucial words out!" She protested. That she was sure of.

"Apparently not."

After a second, she whispered, "My God, you're serious." Ironic laughter percolated from deep inside. I brought you here from the dark realm myself?"

His lips curved wryly. "It's the usual way."

She searched his face, trying to remember the exact nature of the ancient spell. She was positive it had not mentioned an incubus. But maybe something about granting dark desires...  "If that's true, I have nothing to fear from you. I'm only afraid because you bring out what I fear the most."

"Or what you most desire," he said, taking a step towards her. There was that word again. Desire. Oddly, every time it entered her mind, her whole body quivered. He reached out to touch her. "What do you desire, Sophia? More than anything?"

"I want..."

Suddenly her mind cleared, and she knew everything she wanted possible. If only she was brave enough.

She stretched up and brushed her lips over his. "I want you to show me the rest of your suite."

"I thought you'd never ask." His teeth nipped her bottom lip.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For putting up so much resistance."

"No more," She murmured. "I brought you here to the mortal realm. I may as well take full advantage."

"I do like the sound of that." His hand slipped into her open shirt and found her breast. "Maybe the bedroom first?"

"You're reading my mind again." But this time, it was just fine with her.

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