Spell Cat by Tara Lain Page 0,50
come, baby. I haven’t dreamed of anything but you, fucking you, since last time. So hot.” A hand grabbed his cock and began to crank. As if he needed the stimulation. That hot dick in his ass pounding his gland was enough to turn him to vapor. One hard pull, and he was done. Yes. Oh gods. Every cell exploded, like they couldn’t contain the heat. The bliss expanded and turned to a river of fire, pouring out of his cock onto his door as he felt Blaine’s body shudder over his back. One huge thunderclap shook the apartment. Oh sweet Powers.
Breathe. Just breathe. His heart hammered, then slowed. Killian grinned. “My door has a whole new pattern.”
They managed to drag themselves into the bedroom, strip, and collapse on the bed, twined together. Love dozing in Blaine’s arms. Almost as nice as the sex. He felt warm and safe. Not so lonely. Blaine shifted beneath him. “Sweetheart. Please don’t marry her.”
“I’m not.”
“What?” Blaine rose up on one elbow. “Really?”
“Yes.” He pulled at Blaine until they were resettled, his head on the human’s shoulder. “She’s in love with someone else. I’m going to refuse to marry her, but our parents don’t know yet. It’s all over but the shouting.” Yeah, and that shouting would be loud.
“That’s so wonderful. We can be together. I love that. I love you.”
“Mmmm.” The nonresponse seemed to be all that Blaine needed, and he quieted. Killian burrowed closer. Didn’t want to think. Not about the spell, or the fact that, no matter the outcome with Jimmy’s parents, he was still a witch and Blaine was a human. Not just a human—a physicist who thought witchcraft was crazy. He sighed. Not going to think about it now. Too happy. Too happy.
“Would you like some tea, Professor?”
Killian looked up at the really stunning woman standing over him with a teapot. “I see Jimmy communicated my proclivity for tea.”
She smiled. She looked nervous, though not as jumpy as Jimmy’s dad. “He has dropped a hint or two. After all, you’re his favorite teacher.”
Since he and Lavender had arrived fifteen minutes before, everyone had been maintaining the fiction that he was just Jimmy’s professor and Lavender his girlfriend. Soon the piper would be paid.
Mrs. Janx poured tea for everyone while her husband served some lovely lemon cake. It was easy to see where Jimmy got his looks. His dad, Vern, was tall and striking, with a full head of deep brown hair and dark eyes. Jimmy’s mom was truly beautiful—tall and slender, with huge blue eyes and dark blonde hair. Yes. A witch would be more than tempted, and Jimmy’s dad was surely a witch, and quite a powerful one. Interesting that Killian could read Vern’s power more easily than he could Jimmy’s. He suspected the boy had been spelled by his father to cover his obvious talent. Killian had discerned Jimmy’s sensitivity but not his power. It took some witchy chutzpah to hide from Killian. Intriguing.
Finally, Rita Janx perched on the edge of the love seat beside her husband. They sat across from Jimmy and Lavender and adjacent to Killian’s armchair. Mrs. Janx looked like she might run at any moment. “Lavender, it does seem like we should have met before now. We know how much you and Jimmy, uh, like each other.”
Jimmy squirmed. “We’re in love, Mom. Not school chums.”
“Yes, dear. I know.”
Vern Janx raised his head from his teacup and stared directly at Killian. “But then I suppose Professor Barth has something to say about that.”
A challenge. The gauntlet had been thrown. So that was it. They thought he was there to object to Jimmy and Lavender. Killian smiled. “All I’d have to say is mazel tov, I suppose.”
Mrs. Janx’s eyes got even wider. Vern leaned forward. “You have no objection to Jimmy and Lavender’s relationship?”
“Quite the contrary. I’m delighted.” Killian set down his teacup. “Let’s get to the point, so you can stop guessing why I’m here.” He glanced at Jimmy. “Clearly, our emissary hasn’t done much of a job of preparing the way.” Jimmy shrugged. “No problem. First, I want to deeply apologize to you for never having met you before or including you in our community.”
“What the fuck?” Vern straightened. Killian braced for a battle on some level, but then Vern relaxed a little. “I don’t get it. The entire witches’ community has been nothing but horrible to me and my family since the day I married Rita. Before, even.”
Killian nodded. “I realize that