Chapter 11: 11__Bewitched

Rogan’s arms were thick and strong, wrapped snugly around her body, plastering Maia’s front against his. The barrier of his shirt and her towel suddenly seemed non-existent as Maia could feel every ridge and curve of Rogan’s carved chest against her breasts.

It couldn’t possibly be a position that she ought to have been in with the Sorcerer. With any man for that matter! Nana told her they were cunning creatures! Maia had to detangle herself from this web of disgrace. She had to!

Barely able to breathe, she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth and felt herself grow hot when Rogan’s gaze lowered to her mouth, staring intensely at her supple lips. His eyes seemed to swirl more powerfully, fascinating Maia when, from the depth of his dark orbs, there was emitted a powerful glow of green, entrancing her.

Maia had barely a second to recognize that this was the Vampire in the Sorcerer when the most overwhelming desire she had ever felt flooded through her body, seeming to draw her soul out of its depths and offer it to Rogan. She gasped for breath, her grip on his shoulders tightening.

She had no idea what he was doing to her, but Maia couldn’t think. No thought entered her mind except that she wanted him and she wanted to do all she could to please him.

She was bewitched by him and Rogan knew it. He watched her eyes darken to the stormy grey of an Onyx thunderstorm and felt her desire for him waft over his senses like the fragrance of a burning candle. She wanted him.

Rogan embraced her closer, driving himself insane with the feel of her body.

Fuck, he wanted her too.

There was a loud warning ringing somewhere deep in his mind, but Rogan could barely hear it.

Focusing on the inviting lips she had titled up towards his like a sacrificial offering, he trailed a hand up her smooth arm, over her graceful neck, until he cupped her face and began lowering his head toward hers.

Were these lips of hers soft? Would they cling to his and mewl out little sounds of pleasure when Rogan kissed her? When his darkness was exposed in his desire, would she scream or moan? Would she be scared on aroused? He wanted to know. He had to know.

Maia sighed, feeling feverish from his power over her. “Rogan…” she whispered.

The one word whispered was like a gunshot fired right at Rogan’s ear. With his mouth inches from hers, he froze, shocked back to his senses by his name on her lips. Maia gasped when he suddenly released her like she was made of hot coals, the green glow of his eyes dimming back to their original black swirl.

Rogan straightened, staring at her, his breathing labouring in and out of his lungs. It was like the break in contact had snapped her entrancement in two and Maia looked up at him shock, still feeling the after-effects of the desire he’d stirred up within her.

With both hands at her sides and her towel unsecured, it slowly unwound itself, dropping to her feet before Maia could even think of grasping onto it. She stood frozen, her body exposed to his gaze.

But Rogan wasn’t looking. Keeping his churning gaze strictly at a point above her head, he stalked past Maia and she swore she could her his teeth grinding in his mouth.

Only when the bathroom door slammed shut did Maia fully return to her senses. With a gasp and widened eyes, she looked at the closed door and then looked down at her naked body.

“Oh, God! Oh, God, oh, God!” she squeaked, snatching her towel off the floor and wrapping it around herself until she was properly mummified. This was a nightmare. She’d been naked! In front of him!

“You idiot!” Maia said finally, slapping a hand onto the side of her head. She turned around to look at herself in the mirror. “You fool!”

Biting onto her top lip, she stared at the intense red blush covering her whole face and cringed, turning away. What on earth had just happened? Had the Sorcerer used his sorcery on her?! Was that what it was?

Of course. Maia nodded. It had to be! She wouldn’t, of her own mind, do something as bold as what just transpired between the both of them. Sure, he was beautiful. The most beautiful person she’d ever seen or even imagined while reading novels, but she still couldn’t have had the courage to go this far with him by herself.

Maia narrowed her eyes at the closed bathroom door. That cunning creature. He’d bewitched her!

****************

Rogan downed a potion like it was hard liquor. Uncorking another vial, he downed a second potion. Then a third and a forth. He was thirsty but he also needed something that could fix any sort of insanity, thus the potions instead of water.

He was sick. He had to be. What was this sudden ailment he had? The death he’d sought after for over a century? Was he finally dying?

That would be a great explanation as to why he’d suddenly began losing his mind!

With a groan, he pushed the empty vials away, not caring as they rolled across the kitchen table and smashed onto the floor, splintering into hundreds of sharp glass bits.

Digging his hands into his hair, Rogan turned away and released a heavy breath.

“What. The fuck?” he whispered.

The question really summarised all of his current thoughts. What had he just done? Why? Why had he allowed himself to act on his desire? He was a man with a plan. A plan to die as soon as possible! He had no time to be doing any of this rubbish.

He’d even gone as far as allowing his Vampire aura to seduce her. And, fuck, it worked so well. Whatever specie she was, they weren’t very resistant to Vampire charms.

She’d been like putty in his hands.

The image of Maia, offering her mouth up to him filled his head and drew another groan out of Rogan. Disgusted with himself, he reached for another vial but stopped when he saw Maia marching towards the kitchen.

Rogan quickly straightened, shoving his hands in his pockets and clearing his throat.

Maia stood in the doorway, piercing him with a narrow-eyed glare. She glanced over at the array of vials on the table and scowled. He had the audacity to enjoy his lovely little potions after he’d seduced her like that?

Pursing her lips, she stalked in and stood directly across the table from him. Rogan clearly avoided her gaze, looking out into his backyard.

Maia waved her hands frantically in his face and Rogan looked at her, having to do a double take when he finally did.

“Excuse me. I’d like to ask something,” Maia said politely, but with the same energy as a furious dragon.

Rogan blinked at her. Was she aware that her blush was this intense? She looked like a heart-shaped tomato with grey eyes. Her flushed face was framed by surprisingly tame tresses, wet and curly from the shower. The effect it had on Rogan was definitely one Maia did not intend.

“B-back there,” continued Maia, unaware that he was currently comparing her to a red fruit. “What happened? When you…” Her words broke off and she proceeded to try and explain herself with gestures.

Rogan felt strange, seeing her stand there in his clothes. His large denim jacket engulfed her, buttoned up the front and hanging over her fingertips. He watched her petulantly scooping her arms through the air before her and assumed she was referring to when he held her.

“When I what?” he asked with a raised brow. If he made her shy, she’d drop the matter. Rogan couldn’t discuss this right now! He, himself, wasn’t even sure what happened back there in the bathroom. “Well? What happened, Rag-skins?”

Maia paused and looked at him in disbelief. He was really going to deny it? Was he pretending like it never happened?!

“You’re not an honest Sorcerer!” she suddenly blurted out in accusation.

Rogan blinked. "Never did I claim to be honest."

Maia huffed. "So, you're... you're denying that you h-held me so tight I couldn’t breathe? You… almost *kissed* me.”

He stared at her. There was something wrong with this girl. How could she be so bold about it?! He could barely look her in the eyes and yet she…

Narrowing her eyes to grey slits, Maia placed both hands on the table and leaned over until she could see the turbulent swirl of his eyes. “You… bewitched me!”

With a cough, Rogan rubbed a hand over his forehead. “Look, I didn’t bewitch you. The Vampire half of me did that, my sorcery had nothing to do with it! And it was not intentional.”

Maia blinked. “What?” Was he saying he seduced her by accident?

Shoving a pair of slippers towards her, Rogan pointed at her bare feet. “Put these on and find yourself something to eat in this kitchen. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”

He walked away but stopped in the door way to glance back at her. “Forget about what happened earlier. It won’t happen again.”