The Magic Of Betrayal

by Britt Andrews

  Sharp black slacks with a button down long sleeved black dress shirt that he'd rolled to his elbows, because of fucking course he would do that to weaken me, and black shoes. His hair was parted on the side, his curls tamed, and his oak colored eyes sparkled with mischief that I didn't see in them often enough.

  Oh, this is going to be a fun night.

  Fischer bent over and grabbed my clutch, handing it to me and pulling me against his body. A sigh rushed out of my mouth at being pressed against him. His finger traced my jaw and tilted my chin up, giving him access to my lips, and he didn't hesitate. Any time with Fischer was soothing and loving and romantic. The way he touched me, looked at me, his gentleness set my skin on fire and scrambled my brain.

  "I've missed kissing this mouth, sweetheart," he rasped and I cupped his cheek. He had some three day scruff going on and it was working in all the right ways.

  "I'm so glad I get you all to myself tonight." I smiled at him and he chuckled.

  "Feeling is mutual." He offered me his arm and I looped mine through, letting him guide me out of the door and I quickly locked it up with a spell and the key. Fischer opened the passenger door of the large SUV and I hopped inside. Pausing, his gaze traveled down my body and I blushed under his scrutiny. Shaking his head, his eyes were full of lust when they met mine and he just closed the door and moved around the front of the vehicle before sliding into his own seat.

  "So, where we going, sweetheart?" he asked, turning the car on with the press of a button and smoothly clicking his seatbelt into position.

  "Head into town, we're going to Magic Stixxx tonight, Guppy."

  His head snapped in my direction so fast, some of his curls bounced and I giggled.

  "Don't worry, I have it all planned." I grinned and he put the car in drive.

  "Those sound like famous last words, sweetheart. If you wanted me to strip for you, I could've given you a hell of a show right inside the house."

  I gasped and he winked at me. He's full of surprises.

  The drive to the club was short, but it didn't stop me from slipping my hand in hers and getting as much physical contact as possible. I'd been craving her fiercely and everything had gotten so fucked up after that shit went down in the garden with Sloane. She seemed to be doing fine, but seeing her laying in her bed lifeless, for hours, had nearly killed me. There were definitely times when I wished I was able to read her, but then I remembered how free I felt being with her, and those wishes faded to nothing.

  We pulled into the parking lot of Magic Stixxx, the neon sign all lit up, and the logo was oddly phallic in shape with bursts of color shooting from the end. I'd assumed there'd be some kind of event here tonight, but the parking lot only had one other car, I mean, it was a Wednesday night, but weren’t strip clubs open all hours and days of the week?

  Breathing a sigh of relief that I wouldn't have to be surrounded by so many people, Saige's laughter had me casting her a look that said what's so funny?

  "Sweet Fischer, did you think I'd really take you on a date to your worst nightmare? A packed club? The only person I want to be around tonight is you." She grinned, and I lifted our hands to my mouth and kissed her knuckles.

  "Alright, sweetheart, I'm ready to be wined and dined... or whatever it is you have planned."

  She squealed with excitement and flung open her door before I could get my ass over there to open it for her. Saige met me at the front of the car and grabbed my hand, her mood was infectious and I found myself smiling at her enthusiasm.

  The double doors were royal purple with studded leather accents and... by the moon, is that velvet? The doors are fucking velvet. What have I gotten myself into here?

  "I'm freaking pumped, Fish, I think you're going to love this!" Her heels tapped across the see through plexiglass floor that was lit up underneath with neon dicks and boobs.

  "Welcome to Magic Stixxx, where witches, mages, and humans alike can let go of their inhibitions, worries, and stress and let your wildest fantasies come to life!" A booming voice came from above and we looked up toward it. The upstairs was open, a banister running around the large space. The biggest man I'd ever seen in my life appeared at the top of the stairs, which were coincidentally, also purple velvet, and Saige clapped her hands with glee.

  "I am Master Rupert, owner of this fine establishment, breaker of hearts, and dance guru." He held his arms out wide magnanimously, his draping purple velvet robe only adding to the effect. Yeah, he literally had a plush cape tied around his neck, the guy had a serious thing for purple velvet.

  My eyes widened when I noticed the six inch heels he was sporting walking down the steps like a fucking runway model, fishnet stockings ran up his hairy legs and disappeared under a pair of leather shorts that did nothing to hide that monster cock he must've had to try and suck in to zip those fuckers.

  "Rupe!" Saige shrieked and they met at the base of the stairs. He took her hand and spun her effortlessly before bringing her back and tugging her against his chest, her face lit up with amusement.

  "Darling, it's been too long. Can't tell you how excited I was to get your call earlier. And who do we have here?" Rupert eyed me like I was a fire grilled hot dog that he wanted to squirt some condiments on and I flashed him a flirty smile that had him fanning his face theatrically.

  "This is Fischer, he's my boyfriend," Saige blurted out and then looked worried at her label. We hadn't ever made this thing official, but she was gods damned right. I am her boyfriend, though the label actually felt lesser than what we were, to be honest. But if she wants to claim me publicly, I’ll take anything I can get.

  I made my way over to them and offered my hand in greeting, but the big dude let out the deepest belly laugh I’ve ever heard and tugged the both of us against his huge body. Saige met my eyes and we both busted up laughing.

  "Your handshakes are no good here, and with what we're about to be doing, this hug will seem like child's play. Now," he released us and clapped three times in quick succession, "follow me to The Ballroom." He turned and began ascending the stairs, and I shot a look at my girl.

  "And what exactly are we about to be doing?" I questioned as we climbed the steps.

  She just laughed and shook her head. "That will ruin the surprise."

  "I suddenly see why Cam likes to spank your ass, sweetheart," I whispered and her pouty lips dropped open in shock that I would say something like that. There were a lot of things she needed to learn about me, and I was going to damn well teach her. For some reason, she thought I was this gentle guy, when in reality there was a monster that lurked beneath my skin, though she did seem to calm him.

  Rupert pushed through the doors to The Ballroom, which had one of their staple neon signs above the doors.

  "Holy Neptune," I breathed and Rupert cackled like an evil genius.

  "What were you expecting when I said The Ballroom?"

  My eyes were looking around the room so quickly my brain was having trouble processing what I was seeing, but one thing I knew without a doubt, this had to be the gay club level of the establishment.

  There were rainbow crystal chandeliers above each table and when I got closer I snorted a laugh when I realized the crystals were actually dick shaped. Of course they are. Why would I expect anything different?

  There was a main stage with poles and a back wall that had leather cuffs attached. Jesus.

  “We have theme nights, the last one was Sexy Subs night and I was quite pleased with the amount of people who took advantage of the cuff wall.” Rupert grinned, watching me as I continued to look all around the room.

  The barstools were high backed and, you guessed it, dick shaped. The floor tiles, intricate phallic shapes that looked almost hand painted. Wouldn’t surprise me, honestly. There were purple velvet couches and the front of the bar was tufted with the shit. What really had me choking was the ‘Cock Climbing Wall’ that was made up of erect cocks of all shapes and sizes that jutted out in different directions. This wall was ci
rcular and surrounded a small stage that had a pole in the middle with a huge bell at the top that I’m guessing you could only get to ring once you made it to the top of mount mushroom-heads.

  “Don’t bother trying to figure out where all the dicks are in this room, Fischer. This is my penis paradise and people fucking love it!” He held his arms out wide and spun in a circle, his cape billowing out behind him.

  "Over here, party people," Rupert directed, leading us to the dance floor.

  Saige put her clutch down on the table and she was trembling with excitement.

  "Tonight, I will be instructing the pair of you in the art of dancing." Rupert shimmied and I barked a laugh.

  "Private dancing lessons?" I questioned Saige and she beamed at me.

  "Do you like it? I thought it would be a great idea for a date since it's just one other person and hopefully it won't be too overwhelming for you?" I just stared at her. She chose this taking into consideration my inability to do a lot of public activities due to the emotional overload and I was just speechless. My mouth hung open and redness began snaking up her chest; she was nervous I wouldn't like this.

  Stepping up against her, I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. I felt her smile as she kissed me and then we were both grinning, which made it hard to kiss properly. So, I relented and buried my face against her throat and whispered, "I fucking love dancing, sweetheart. And I love that you did this for me. Now, let me show you my moves."

  Saige pulled back and gave me a stern look, "Mr. Bahri, have you been holding back on me?" Her whole face lit up and she looked positively radiant with her shiny red hair in big fat curls that I wanted to sink my hands into. She reminded me of a firefly. Vibrant and every so often, she’d flash those glimpses of pure light that made my chest ache.

  "There's a lot of me that you haven't seen yet, Firefly." She blushed at the nickname, but it suited her well.

  "Come on you two, the sexual tension is absolutely killing me, let that heat transfer to the dance floor," Rupert said dreamily, and when I chanced a look, he was sitting at a table with his hands folded under his chin with hearts in his damn eyes.

  "So, what kind of dancing did you have in mind?" I questioned and both Saige and Rupert laughed with an evil edge, but that was fine, I was about to blow their fucking minds and then we'd see who was laughing.

  "Oh, my stars, Fischer, where did you learn to move like that?" Saige was still bouncing with adrenaline beside me in the car from our dance lesson and I felt like hot shit.

  "Well, I've always found music to be kind of an escape, quiets my mind. When I was younger, I watched videos and stuff and taught myself. Kind of hard without a partner, but I convinced Kai to learn with me, so we practiced a lot. He can dance almost as well as I can." I smirked at her and she shook her head in disbelief as she fanned herself.

  "I'm just... wow. The way you can move your hips is criminal!"

  "Oh, I can show you in more detail how I can move them, sweetheart." My voice sounded husky even to my own ears, but the past hour had been a sick kind of torture. Saige had rhythm and the way she'd sway her curvy hips and the perfection of her soft body pressed against mine had taken all my willpower to kill my boner before Rupert got more of a show.

  She spun her hair around her finger and quirked an eyebrow, "I think I'd like to see that."

  "Oh, you think? Well, if you're not sure about it I can just—" I was cut off by her lifting my fingers to her lips and sucking two of them into her mouth while her eyes pinned me in my place. Her tongue swirled and she bit down on my fingers, a challenge.

  Quirking an eyebrow at her, I used my other hand to grip her wrist that held my fingers captive and I pulled them out of her mouth. As great as it felt to have them there, I had other ideas. And those ideas did not involve fucking this woman in a rental car.

  "Take me home, Fischer."

  The ten minute drive it took to get to town earlier took seven on the way home. My cock was uncomfortable and after weeks of torturing myself with small touches and fleeting kisses, I couldn't take it anymore. I was fucking wired and this needed to happen. Now. Sliding into the parking spot by the garage, I grabbed her hand and squeezed.

  "Stay right there, sweetheart," I ordered, hopping out of the car and running around to her side to open her door.

  "Such a gentleman," she said with a fake ass southern accent that made me snort.

  "I'm about as much a southern gentleman as Rhett Butler, and you're about to see exactly what I mean," I growled, and she shrieked when I leaned in the car and hauled her out, tossing her over my shoulder and kicking the door closed.

  "Unlock the door."

  Her hand glowed and a burst of gold hit the lock, and then we were moving inside and headed right for the stairs.

  "You can put me down now, I'm not exactly a lightweight." She squirmed, and did she sound embarrassed? That's not like Saige. I've never once heard her make any negative comments about her body.

  "You're perfect, and I'm carrying you to the bed. Don't insult me, sweetheart. I know I'm technically the smallest out of the four of us, but I'm solid, and if I want to carry my witch around like a caveman, then I fucking will."

  She sucked in a breath and I knew she'd be blushing. The words coming out of my mouth had slightly surprised me, I wasn’t usually this assertive or aggressive. It had been a while since I’d had a session with Sloane, and those always kept the darkness at bay… Shaking away those thoughts, I focused again on the feel of my witch against my body, running a hand up the back of her thigh. I need to feel her...

  Entering her room, I lowered her to her feet and spun her around, my mouth going to her neck as my fingers traced down the zipper along her back.

  "Firefly," I rasped, "tell me to stop if you don't want this to happen right now, because once I slip that little zipper down and see what's underneath this dress, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from ravishing you."

  "Take it off of me, Fischer," she whispered. The slight wobble to her voice was a clear indication that she was also being driven wild with lust.

  Sliding her hair off to the side, I ran my nose up her neck and smiled against her warm skin when she shivered. My hands found the tiny zipper and I pulled it down slowly, the only sounds in the room, her short breaths.

  "I feel like I'm unwrapping a present just for me, sweetheart," I growled against her ear and she sighed, leaning back against me, pushing her ass against my cock.

  "All for you, Fish." She spun out of my hold when the zipper was all the way down and gave me a lusty smirk. I still couldn't read her emotions for shit, but I was getting better at doing so without my powers, and right now, she was feeling sexy as hell and turned on.

  "I picked this out with you in mind..." she trailed off. Her hands came up to the sleeves of her dress and slid them down her arms before letting the whole thing drop in a poof around her feet.

  Dark green lace. So much lace. The corset was stunning on her figure, it squeezed her breasts to perfection, cinching in at her waist and stopping just after, my eyes trailed down and I swallowed roughly at the matching panties. Saige stepped forward out of the pile of tulle and I circled my finger in the air, wanting her to spin and let me see what the back looked like.

  Her cheeks were pink with her blushing and she smiled softly as she did a one-eighty and stopped, looking back at me over her shoulder so she could see my reaction.

  Cheeky little lace boy shorts disappeared between her ass cheeks and I groaned loudly at the sight, her little giggle making me bring my eyes back up to hers.

  "So I take it you like it?" she asked sassily and I stalked toward her, the predator moving in for the kill.

  "I fucking love it. The color matches your eyes, Firefly. Now, get your pretty ass on that bed and let me show you how much."

  There was a beast inside of Fischer. He'd alluded to that fact a few times, as had the other guys, and I was curious. Probably foolish of me, but I wanted to see it. He was a
lways so calm and collected, quiet and reserved, gentle. I needed to see that darkness inside of him and see if I could tame it, because in this moment, I wanted everything he had to offer.

  Lying back on my bed, my heels hit the floor with a thud, and I watched as he tugged his shirt off and dropped it by my discarded dress. Heat pooled in my belly and I licked my lips as I let my eyes study the dragon wings tattoo he had artfully displayed across his chest. The colors popped beautifully with his bronze skin and I stifled the urge to run my tongue over it.

  He kicked his shoes off and removed his socks, his eyes staying locked on mine. When his hands moved to his belt, I sucked in a breath and wiggled on the bed, the need to be touched was strong. The weight of his belt had his pants sliding easily off of his narrow hips and a clang rang out in the air when his belt buckle hit the floor.

  Fischer's body was stunning; he wasn't stacked with muscles or anything, but the definition was there. He was wider than Kai, not as jacked as Cam, and not quite as lean as Sloane. Delicious. Fish was fucking delicious.

  "Wanna take a picture?" Fischer jokes, hands on his hips and looking at me with heat in his eyes.

  Keeping my face even, I sassed, "I mean... maybe? Would you let me?"

  It was so hard not to giggle and give away the fact that I'm fucking with him when his eyebrows lifted in surprise as he studied my face searching for any indication of what I was actually thinking. But nope. He can't read me. His gaze went right through me and my lip twitched just a hair, making him growl.

  "You fucking with me, Firefly?" His voice was so deep, the hairs on my arms lifted in warning... is the real Fischer going to come out and play?

  Shrugging my shoulders, I bit my lip, the tension in the room rising with every second. Just when I was about to open my mouth to say something, anything, he moved. Like there was a tether between us and we were on a collision course.